#howard stark

[areallivegirl7]

the bisexual energy that Howard Stark gives off is so potent my gaydar gives me a hell of a headache

[youronebraincell]

Do you get deja vu…

[mostly-marvel-musings]

I think there's something that would embarrass Tony even more: Maria showing his girlfriend all his baby pictures. Tony has a reputation to uphold... pictures of him naked with a bucket on his head aren't exactly good for his image.

“Buckethead: The Origin Story”

A/N: Okayyyy more from the chronicles of the Sassy Stark Household 💁🏻‍♀️

Pairing: young! Tony Stark x Reader

Warning: none!

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The Stark estate in upstate New York is basking in the soft glow of a summer afternoon. Birds are chirping, the garden is thriving, and inside the grand, sunlit living room—Tony Stark is experiencing the worst moment of his life.

You’re perched on the velvet chaise beside Maria Stark, sipping citrusy iced tea and flipping through a well-preserved, leather-bound photo album that looks deceptively innocent. Tony, freshly 22 and riding high on his arrogant little rocket of a reputation, is lounging nearby. Except now, he’s realized too late what’s happening.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he says, lunging forward as Maria turns the page with a sly grin. “Mother, we talked about this. Boundaries. Respect. A smidge of self-preservation?”

Maria hums nonchalantly. “Oh please, darling. If she’s going to date a Stark, she deserves to know what she’s getting into.”

Page one: A chubby toddler Tony with frosting on his nose, gleefully smashing a birthday cake.

Page two: A tiny, naked Tony in a bubble bath, wearing a tiara, surrounded by rubber ducks.

Page three: The pièce de r��sistance. Naked toddler Tony with a bucket on his head, standing proudly in the middle of the lawn like some kind of metallic baby messiah.

You choke on your drink, barely holding it together. “Is that… is he saluting?”

Howard strolls in, sees the page, and immediately chuckles.

You blink. “Is he… holding a wooden spoon like a scepter?”

Maria beams. “He called himself ‘The Supreme King of the Garden.’ We weren’t allowed to harvest tomatoes for a week. He took his rule very seriously.”

“I wanted to get him a throne. Maria vetoed it.”Howard snorts.

Tony groans so hard it shakes the chandelier. “That’s because you were both enablers!”

“Oh please,” Maria says, flipping the page. “You invented a pretend kingdom, demanded to be addressed as Your Royal Leafiness, and tried to knight the lawnmower. We’re lucky the neighbors didn’t call child services.”

Howard clinks glasses with her. “They were just jealous.”

You’re wheezing now, pointing at the next photo—tiny Tony wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy, standing in front of a Halloween decoration he clearly tried to upstage. “What was the theme here?”

“Chaos,” Maria answers, deadpan. “He said ‘Mummy Tony returns… to seek vengeance upon bedtime.’”

Tony looks physically pained. “I can never run for office now.”

“You were never going to run for office,” Howard says. “You once tried to bribe a senator with Capri Suns.”

“And a toy car,” Maria adds. “Very persuasive.”

Tony flops dramatically onto the nearby armchair, face buried in his hands. “I hate this family.”

You lean over and press a kiss to his forehead, your voice filled with mock sympathy. “I don’t know. I think Your Royal Leafiness has a nice ring to it.”

Howard raises his glass. “Long may he reign.”

Tony’s only response is a loud groan and a vow to incinerate every album in the house.

The photo album has been closed—mercifully—but the roasting has only just begun.

Tony is sulking in an armchair, long legs draped over the armrest, face buried in his hands like a man enduring unspeakable trauma. You, on the other hand, are glowing. Positively thriving.

“Howard,” you say sweetly, “were there… other incidents?

Tony lifts his head, eyes wide. “No! Dad. Don’t you dare.”

Howard, already settling into storytime posture with his drink, grins like a man who’s waited decades for this moment. “Oh, she deserves to know, son. Especially if she’s going to be subjected to your… ‘genius’ on a daily basis.”

Tony gestures wildly. “It was strategic innovation! I was four!”

Maria sips her tea, entirely unbothered. “He staged a full coup. In his nursery.”

You turn to her. “Like… a pretend game?”

“Oh no,” Howard says, clearly delighted. “This kid—your boyfriend decided nap time was a fascist construct and launched a rebellion using teddy bears, LEGOs, and string cheese as provisions.”

You’re laughing already, but Howard’s on a roll now.

“We walked in one afternoon, and the entire room was barricaded. He’d stacked pillows against the door, built a ‘watchtower’ out of books, and taped a sign to the wall that said ‘No Rules, Just Tony.’”

Maria adds, “He was wearing his Star Wars pajamas and a colander on his head. Looked like a deranged general.”

“I engineered a defense perimeter!” Tony protests. “The bears had rank structure! One of them had a walkie-talkie!”

Howard nods solemnly. “Yeah, the walkie-talkie that only connected to a Barbie phone in the living room. He used it to demand terms.”

You wheeze. “What were the terms?”

Maria smiles. “No naps. Unlimited chocolate milk. And full creative control of the TV remote.”

Howard grins. “And a pony.”

Tony groans. “You were supposed to forget this.”

“Son,” Howard says, raising his glass, “when your kid turns his crib into a war bunker and holds his own stuffed animals hostage? That sticks with a man.”

You glance at Tony, who looks like he’s contemplating time travel just to slap Baby Him upside the head.

“Honestly,” you say, nudging him gently, “I think it’s kind of impressive. Revolutionary, even.”

Tony squints at you. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

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Later when the house has quieted down, you overhear Maria and Howard chuckling fondly over how a precocious but toddler Tony— once tucked in his bed, would wish them good night with the cutest whisper of ‘I love you a thousand’.

[5ummit]

You have the target in range. Shoot.

[chaxan08]

*some point during the WW2*

Howard: So, people are really enjoying the mistletoe we put up, huh?

Peggy: Yeah, especially Rogers and Barnes.

Bucky and Steve: *full-on snogging under the mistletoe*

Howard: Do you reckon they'll stop any time soon?

Peggy: Nope.

[shkretart]

Some sketches and stucky

[goldrshr]

" hydra's not gonna come at you with a pocket knife. " - howard stark, 1943

[miss-carter]

What If… Agatha Went to Hollywood?

BONUS:

[jarvispoptart]

Steve, angry because Tony created another mess: ANTHONY EDWARD STARK

Tony, dropping his tools: oh no, Howard’s ghost found me.

[nicolebarnes]

i’m officially dead :)

[bulkyphrase]

Why do you think Howard Struck decided to get married? How could he ever love someone, since all this time he was running from one woman to another. Was Maria so special that she could attract him? Was he faithful to her?did he have a type in women?

Oh, interesting question!

I do like to think that he and Maria loved each other. At the very least, they seemed to get along in the few scenes where we see them together, and Tony says they "always made it work."

But.

I can't help but think that there was more to it than that. Howard cared a great deal about being socially and financially successful and playing the role he was supposed to be playing. At a certain point he must have seen a need to move from a "millionaire playboy" persona to a "respectable captain of industry" persona, and having a wife would have been a key component of that.

He needed someone to host parties, to entertain guests, to organize charity events, to make him look more stable and normal. I hope that he also loved Maria, but I think he might have married someone even if he didn't.

As far as a type, I think he didn't care much beyond "attractive and willing" in the Agent Carter era. For a wife I think he would have wanted someone pretty, practical, and ambitious in the same way he was. Someone who would be a partner in being "The Starks." I tend to think that Maria was warmer to Tony than Howard was, but still a fairly distant and distracted parent.

Thanks so much for the ask!

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Meant To Be (2)

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> The day you disappeared from the world.

Disclaimer: This is part two/prequel to Meant To Be. Angst, Fluff, Bucky and Reader having feelings for each other, platonic!Howard Stark, mentions of death, swearing, mourning. Not Proof Read.

You pounded your fist on the front door only to be greeted by Mr Jarvis. 

“Ms Y/l/n.”

“Sorry, Mr Jarvis. I didn’t think you’d be awake yet. Is he here?”

“Still in bed, Ms.”

Jarvis just opened the door wider for you to step inside. “I was just about to take him his morning breakfast.”

“I’m afraid it will have to be on the go this morning, Mr Jarvis.”

“Yes, Ms.”

As you had done for as long as you could remember since meeting Howard Stark, you headed towards his bedroom in order to pull him from his bed. 

“Alright, Stark. Get up.”

Howard just groaned from under the covers. It sounded like he said “Five more minutes,”. 

“Nope. Not this morning. The Colonel has been on my ass all week about you and I’ll be damned,” you pulled the heavy covers from his body. “If I let my ass get reprimanded because of your ass. So, get up.”

Howard groaned again. 

“Mr Jarvis!” You called out behind you. “You wouldn’t happen to have an ice cold pitcher of water by any chance.”

“Why, yes. In fact, I’m just readying Mr Stark one now.”

That got Howard up out of bed. He practically sprang to the other side. “No. You’re not doing that again.”

“Get up when I tell you and I’ll never do it again.”

“I’m up. Are you happy now, sweet cheeks?”

You deadpanned him before throwing the clean washcloth that lay on his bedside table. Howard was known for washing his face first thing before he got out of bed. According to him, it kept him looking “young and attractive,”. 

“Get cleaned up. I’ll be outside.”

Giving Howard a ride into work, you were both greeted with almost all the SSR members hustling around the place. 

“Is something going on today that I’m not aware of?”

“It’s testing day,” Howard told you as he lay his briefcase over the chair in front of him. 

Meanwhile, you were hanging your coat up on the coat rack, taking the space in around you as Howard walked away. But you couldn’t stand comprehending the super soldier in the corner, blushing as Peggy accidentally touched his hand, or the boys everyone knew had lied on their enlistment form but still allowed it anyway, or the ego-centric scientist washing a hand over one of the girl’s asses, for too long. 

Within minutes of you entering the building, Bucky had found you. 

“How long do you think it’ll take today?”

You jumped a little, holding onto your coat on the rack a little tighter. “Jesus- Do you always have to sneak up on me?”

“It’s not my fault you don’t hear me.”

“That’s because you walk as if you’ve got a secret to hide.” Letting go of your coat, you picked your files up from the main desk, Bucky hot on your heels. 

“Not true. Well, maybe a little. But you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Well, looking at it now…” You and Bucky paused side by side. 

You found that, often when standing together, there was barely an inch of room between you and Bucky. Which, although you were managing to handle, was doing no good for the crush you realised you had slowly developed over the last couple of months. 

He’d just sat there across the desk, looking tired and all kinds of handsome. You’d seen him sitting like that a hundred times or more, but for some reason that night was when your stomach decided to erupt with butterflies. 

But, you were handling it. 

You thought you already had it handled until three days ago when Peggy cornered you in the ladies bathroom. Josie, one of the secretaries, had sauntered her way over looking all perfect and pretty. She’d touched his arm, leaning in close to him. He’s smiled at her and, despite seeing him smile at plenty of girls like that, even recently. For the first time, you’d been jealous. 

It was an ugly emotion and you didn’t like yourself very much for feeling it. Bucky- James. He was your friend. One of your best friends. Someone you could talk to about anything. There wasn’t a single part of you willing to risk that. 

“I’d say we’re a few months away from something actually happening.”

Bucky scoffed. “He’ll ask her out. He just needs a little coaching, that's all.”

“Coaching?” You laughed. “From who? You?”

Bucky seemed a little offended. “I’ve had plenty of successful dates.”

You tried to not let that sting as much as it did. 

“He just needs some confidence.”

You chuckled. “Okay, Romeo. But I know I’m right. And here.”

You pushed a file into his chest. 

“What’s this?” 

You tried to ignore the feeling that erupted inside of you when his hand brushed yours. 

“Your paperwork. I saw you sneak it into my pile last night.”

You continued on walking, Bucky walking a little further behind you.

“You know, if I knew the army contained this much paperwork, I would have had second thoughts.”

You just threw a smile over your shoulder to him, watching as he sat at his desk. 

Steve’s desk was joined onto his, meanwhile, directly diagonal to Bucky was your desk. In front of you was Peggy’s desk. So, although Peggy and Steve would have to turn a little to look at each other, you and Bucky had a direct eyeline to one another. 

Something else that didn’t help the crush you were harbouring on him. 

There was just something…handsome about the way he looked when he was concentrating. In his own little world, flipping and writing between pages. And for a moment, you’d wonder if that is what it would have been like if you’d gone to school together. 

You’d been with him to plenty of museums and tech conventions. You’d seen the true side of Bucky. One that was rarely seen. His nerdy wonder and enjoyment. 

It was barely two hours before Bucky stood and walked over to your desk. He had tried thirty minutes ago but the Colonel had walked by his desk, stopping in front of him since he’d caught him staring at you across the room. 

The Colonel had just hummed, however, before muttering something to himself. 

“Just as bad as the others.”

Bucky had wondered what the Colonel meant, until he followed his next eyeline over to the map desk where Steve was standing with Peggy. 

Then he moved on. 

Bucky knocked on your desk twice to get your attention. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I was wondering if you’d want to come with me on Saturday.”

“Aren’t we working on Saturday?”

Bucky shook his head. “No. We’re both off. There’s a new exhibit being put on at the museum and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

Bucky had attended plenty of museum and tech conventions alone. But his favourite ones were the ones where you’d attend with him. He got to be closer to you. He’d hear you talk about whatever thing you’d been waiting to talk to him about. He got to hear your laugh and by the end of the night, he got to hold your hand. 

You smiled. “You need me to run the ladies off again?”

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe. Just so long as you stay.”

You looked up at him. This man. 

“Okay.”

Bucky smiled. “Pick you up at four?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

That was when a small alarm sounded and Bucky responded to it. 

“I better go,” he said before running off. But then he came back. “Make sure Peggy doesn’t touch my desk.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

Bucky smiled. “See you soon, doll.”

You smiled, watching him jog down the hall and towards the control room. Meanwhile, Howard appeared around the corner. 

“Y/n?”

You knew that look on his face. He needed your help.

“What have you done?”

Standing up, you left your things at your desk and followed him through the building and towards the basement. 

“I haven’t done anything. Well, not yet.”

You sighed. “Show me.”

Entering the room, it was just yourself, Howard and two of his researchers. “The chemical equation is wrong.”

“Don’t you know how to fix it?”

“It doesn’t need to be fixed.”

You looked at him as you examined his machinery. “I understand you’re incredibly smart, Howard. But you’re not making any sense.”

Howard sighed. “The last time I used it, it worked. My math is never wrong.”

“Then change it.”

“I can’t. Any higher and it won’t just melt the machinery, it’ll melt human skin.”

You grimaced at the thought. “You know, if you boys let women do more of the talking, there is a higher chance that war wouldn’t be taking place.”

“Well, right now there’s a war going on in here. Can you…can you help?”

You took a look at his blackboard. 

“It’s not your math.”

“I know that.”

You shrugged. “Have you tested a model of this size before?”

“That’s what today is for.”

“Uh, Mr Stark?” One of the researchers popped their heads up. “I think I might have found our problem.”

You watched as Howard walked over towards the control panel that had been recently forced open. 

“Well- what is that? Oh, jesus. Is that a bolt? What’s it doing-”

As Howard pulled it out, everyone heard a big clunk!

“Is the building still standing?” You asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Howard looked around at the walls and along the floor. Nothing had cracked the concrete. As far as he was aware; the building was still standing. 

“Yep. Must be one of the inner mechanisms. Hand me that crowbar?”

You spun around until you saw the workstation and picked up the rusting metal crowbar. 

“Military issue. Not the prettiest thing in the world, but she gets the job done.” Howard explained as he began to yank one of the side panels off. 

“We figure, if we can make this thing industrial size, we’ll be able to fit it on top of a tank. That way, if it fits on one, it can melt one.” Howard continued to talk as he lay on the floor and practically got inside of the machine itself. 

You crouched down on the floor, peering inside. There had to be at least thirty main electrical wires, feeding some kind of blue and green substance into tubes. 

“You become more peculiar the longer I know you, Howard.”

From his space on the floor, he looked at you and smiled. “Thanks. Pass me that thing, will you, toots?”

Rolling your eyes, you moved behind you and reached for the socket wrench that had been laying on the floor. You handed it to him before standing up and looking around the rest of the machine. 

“Do I even wanna know when you came up with this idea?”

“Uhh.”

Howard was stalling. Usually when he stalled it was because he had been in another tryst with a woman who was most definitely off limits. 

“Alright,” you chuckled. 

Howard sighed. “You know what, you’re always on at me about my…friends.”

“That’s what you’re calling them now? Not production assistants?”

“What about you and Bucky, huh? I see the way you two look at each other. You’re really gonna tell me nothing is going on there.”

“We’re just friends, Howard.”

“Friends, my ass.” Howard lifted himself from the ground to peek out of his hiding place to look at you. You were standing with one heel across the other, a hand on your hip, staring down at him like you were his mother scolding him for doing something wrong in school…again. 

“You and I are friends. No matter how many times I try to make it something else.” He muttered that last part to himself but you heard it anyway and chuckled. 

Howard was a flirt. A shameless flirt. It just so happened that, before Peggy, you were one of the first to let the flirting comments fall. 

Howard disappeared back under the machine for a moment. 

“You and Bucky, however, are not.”

“Howard-”

“What are you doing this weekend?”

“Going to a museum.”

“With?” Howard pressed. 

“Bucky.” 

Finally, Howard stood from the ground and looked at you across the console desk. 

“It’s not what you think.”

Howard just smiled. “You and Barnes are going on, yet another, date. You like him. I know, because every time you look at him, you get the same goofy look in your eyes that Mr Jarvis does when he looks at his wife.”

You tried to hide your embarrassment, but it only seemed to come out as annoyance against Howard. 

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do. And, I also know,” Howard was moving around the console towards you. “That Bucky has deep feelings for you.” 

Howard was standing in front of you. He didn’t have to raise his voice anymore. 

“He likes you, Y/n. And we’re at war. I don’t like thinking like that, but there’s no escaping the truth. We’re at war and a lot more people are gonna be losing their loved ones. Maybe it’s about time you took a chance with yours.”

You just stared at Howard. He had a point. 

“He’d be lucky to have you.”

You took a breath before turning away. “I thought we were down here to start testing, not discuss my…that.”

Howard smiled. “You know I’m right,” he practically sang as he walked away, wielding his wrench like a conductor. 

Ten minutes later, everything was seemingly ready. 

As one of the other researchers left to go and get the Colonel, Howard started the controls up so everything would be ready by the time people arrived. 

Only, as Howard started flicking buttons, you stood up. 

“Howard.”

Something was beginning to shake in the room. 

“Is it meant to be doing that?”

“No…”

Howard moved around the panels to take a look at the dials. Everything seemed normal. 

Then it started to shake even more. 

It was almost like your washing machine had been set onto a fast spin, but this time you were inside of the rattling machine. 

“Howard!”

“I’m on it.”

“What can I do?”

Howard didn’t answer you, but it didn’t matter. Because within seconds, the arm of the machine started going haywire and as Howard yelled at everyone to get down, you felt the wind get knocked out of you. 

As Howard finally shut down the machine from the inside, tearing at one of the wires, the building stopped shaking and the Colonel, along with Peggy, ran inside. 

“Stark! What the hell is going on?!” The Colonel yelled. 

“I wish I could tell you.” Howard stood, his legs still shaking from the movement in the floor. “Something must have come loose.”

“What the hell is that?” 

Peggy pointed and everyone looked at what it was. A smattering of blue dust and what could only be described as a bullet exit wound, cracking into the concrete wall. 

More people joined, running inside asking questions but fell silent when they saw the damage. 

Cracks along the walls, machinery and different liquids on the floor, and a large crack in place of where you had been standing. 

“Y/n? Where’s Y/n?”

“Stark! Where is my Agent?!”

“I…I don’t…” Howard was in shock. 

Peggy sprang into action. Maybe you hadn’t been hit. Maybe you’d taken cover or not been in the room at all. People started following her orders to find you. 

“Stark, where is my agent?” The Colonel asked as he approached him. “Now, she better not be dead or else I’ll have your neck for this.”

Howard shook his head. “You need a body to be dead.”

They both knew that to be true, but considering the fight they were having with Red Skull and a Super Soldier, it was quite plausible to have a death without a body. 

Meanwhile, down one of the hallways, Peggy ran into both Bucky and Steve. 

“Hey, what the hell was that shaking-”

“Have you seen Y/n?”

“I thought she was with Howard.”

Peggy shook her head. “Something went wrong.”

“What went wrong?”

“We, uh, we don’t know yet. But I just…”

As Steve took Peggy by the shoulder, Bucky made a run for it down to Howard’s lab. He saw the Colonel sat with Howard, but his commander quickly stood up and walked over to him. 

“Barnes-”

“Where is she? What happened to her?”

“We’re still trying to figure that one out.”

In the days that followed, Bucky didn’t know his head from his feet. He’d just spoken to you that morning. You were meant to be meeting him for dinner that evening. He was meant to be taking you out that Saturday. 

Nobody could bring themselves to clear away your desk. It was just how you’d left it. Open files, half finished paperwork, scrap pieces of paper with ideas and things written down. 

But when the Colonel got word someone was coming in to replace you, he went to one person. 

“Son?”

It was after hours and Bucky was yet to leave his desk. Mostly, his eyes had been focused on your desk, where you should have been sitting, scolding him for staying too late because it meant you had to stay late. Then he’d tell you, you didn’t have to stay, to which you tell him you wouldn’t let him work alone. 

Bucky looked up and saw the empty box in his arms. 

“Someone needs to clean out her desk and I think it should be you. They’ve got a replacement coming tomorrow.”

Bucky swallowed down his fear; accepting you were gone for good. And he took the box. 

“I’m so sorry for your loss, son.” The Colonel held his shoulder as he stood up. “I know she meant a lot to you. You meant a lot to her, too.”

The Colonel had seen the red, tearful eyes of Bucky for the last few days. The dejected look each time he looked up and found your desk empty, the bow of his head as he’d hide his face every time someone said your name. 

It had taken both the Colonel and Steve to pull him from Howard’s throat. 

And now he was left to clear out your desk. 

And for a while, he managed to keep his emotions in check. Sweeping away your files, adding them to his pile to finish for you. Clipping all your notes together, cleaning away the ink stains of your fingerprints by the edge of your desk. 

Then taking the pictures from your desk, seeing your smiling face, placing them inside the box. 

Then he found a key. 

Bucky had pulled out your chair and sat down before opening up the locked drawer of your desk. That’s when all control over his emotions left him. 

Inside, along with some more of your personal belongings, was a notepad. Each date had been crossed off, as had the things listed under it. Except for the one that you had started at the beginning of the week. 

It was all the things you wanted to talk to him about; at dinner, walking home, and on Saturday. You made a list so you wouldn’t forget or accidently leave anything out. 

And for a second, he smiled. 

Then he cried. 

You’d never get to talk to him about these things. He’d never hear your voice again. He’d never see you smile or roll your eyes or scoff or hear you yell at him. He’d never hear you laugh again.

It was hours before he left your desk and went home, keeping your box of things under his bed in case you came back. Howard was adamant that you would. The blast wasn’t strong enough to kill, but it was strong enough to melt. But, he hadn’t made it to melt human skin. 

So you shouldn’t have died. 

You couldn’t be dead. 

You had to be alive…somehow. 

And that was the thought, for as much as he wanted to kill Howard, Bucky kept with him. 

That you were still out there, somewhere, and that you’d come home. 

But the longer time went on, the harder that idea was to accept. 

People started to mourn in their own ways. Mr Jarvis and his wife set out your favourite flowers on their dinner table on your birthday. The same flowers Howard started growing in his garden a week after you had disappeared. The Colonel had sent Peggy to make sure the gravestone issued for you was just right. Nothing too fancy; after all, there was still hope you’d come back. Steve, along with the other Howling Commandos, raised a toast in your honour. 

But when the day came that Bucky fell from the train…

Only one thing made him smile. And that was that he’d get to see you again. 

[gunsandspaceships]

Proof that the Agent Carter show is incompatible with the Agent Carter one-shot and the movies

1. The show isn't part of the official Infinity Saga lineup, or even the expanded MCU Complete Timeline on Disney+. But the one-shot is.

2. The show with all its events is missing from the Official Timeline book. The one-shot is present.

3. The timelines are incompatible. In the MCU (one-shot), S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded in March 1946, which also matches the PEGASUS dossier in Captain Marvel. Peggy left SSR to run the new agency that same month at the end of the one-shot. This is clearly stated in the Timeline book (p.39):

The show opens with Peggy still working for SSR in April 1946:

In July 1947, she's still there (and no one even mentions S.H.I.E.L.D.).

P.S. Not sure why Big Brains from Fandom Wiki ignore their Bible when it comes to shows. Apparently they just love cherries.

4. The adventures from the show were never mentioned in the films, which is quite strange.

5. The SSR HQ in New York looks different in these two pieces of media.

6. Peggy is the only agent of this office who is the same in both the one-shot and the show. The other agents and their boss are completely different (ex: Agent Flynn vs Chief Dooley).

7. The one-shot ends with Peggy leaving the SSR to become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. The way it looks would make her return to the SSR (as seen by some people who claim the projects are in the same universe) really awkward and humiliating. Not to mention it wouldn't make any sense.

8. In the one-shot, Peggy has already proven herself to be a capable (and even superior) agent than all the male agents. The show starts with the same starting position, with Chief Dooley saying the exact same words that her boss from the one-shot already said to her. The show essentially ignores everything from the one-shot and starts over.

9. The only connection to the one-shot in the show is a scene from the Zodiac mission, briefly shown at the beginning of the first episode. This could be considered a mistake, or simply explained by saying that the mission happened in this universe as well, but the outcomes were not the same: no one knew she was there, and Howard was not yet ready to found S.H.I.E.L.D.

10. Anton Vanko's presence in the show is incompatible with IM2. In Agent Carter, he is already working for SI in 1946. In IM2, he defected to the US in 1963. In the 1950s, he was still a young scientist working in the USSR.

11. In the show, by April 1946, a photo of Steve before the serum is in the SSR archives. The same photo that Peggy has in her possession in the one-shot. And let me remind you that "she took it later" is not the case, since the show is already taking place LATER in 1946.

12. In the show, Howard is clearly no longer affiliated with the SSR (or the government in general). In the one-shot, he holds a high position in the organization, and Peggy's boss has to take his orders very seriously.

13. In the films, Howard is from Richford, New York, not the Lower East Side of Manhattan as he tells us in the show.

14. In the films, Peggy is well aware of the following fact:

Because she was there, gosh.

15. Let me tell you, Peggy and Howard served in the same organization for many years, went on missions together and of course spent a lot of time at SSR headquarters in London and other places. OF COURSE SHE KNEW JARVIS before the events of the show.

16. Season 1, Episode 5 is just an absolute embarrassment. Let's forget it forever and never associate with canon.

17. Ok, I'll just mention one thing FYI:

No, they are not. At least not in the movies. These people (with one exception, Dugan) were not among the Commandos in CATFA and CATWS. We never saw them there, they were never mentioned. These guys are impostors local substitutes for Jim Morita, James Montgomery Falsworth, Gabe Jones, and Jacques Dernier.

Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.

18. According to CATWS, Arnim Zola was recruited by the United States in August 1945. According to the show, he was still in prison in May 1946.

In conclusion: this show can theoretically be from the same universe as Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but it's definitely not from the same universe as the movies and the one-shot of the same name.

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Steve: so Tony.. where’s the flying cars huh

Tony: what ? what flying cars, that’s not a thing

Steve: mhm sureee I bet your just keeping them for yourself

Tony: what are you even talking about.. flying cars did you hit your head coming out of the ice

Bucky: *walking in* Howard promised the world flying cars

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