Uhhhhhhh... Is That Even A Valid Question? They’re All My Children.

April Fools Special chap for Maximoffs of the Multiverse is up!

No, this isn’t an April fools prank. There really is a chapter.

OK HEAR ME OUT!

There were way too many cliffhangers in TFATWS for there to not be a second season. The ending just reminded me so much of the way Agent Carter s1 ended.

THERE ARE TOO MANY LOOSE ENDS!

(Also, could be just me but I think Madam Hydra and The Power Broker are working together and US Agent is an unknowing ally. And somehow Zemo will be included in this. But that’s just my opinion)

Marvel: We need an idea of a show.

That Guy: *looks up from reading ao3 marvel fics* huh?

Marvel: great idea! Everyone, your assignment this week is to read as much fan fiction as possible. You had better all return with ideas or you’re fired!

Ok but seriously Marvel. I’ve personally read at least half of what was shown in that trailer. I don’t doubt the rest have been made into fics either.

I cant be the only one who believes this is actually Chris Evans. Right?

Happy Birthday Hawkguy!!!!!

it just me or is that Scarlet Johansen making a surprise appearance in Agent Carter?

I like how

In the 1992 movie, Spot is the taller one with blonde/light brown hair and blue eyes while Race is the shorter one with dark hair and eyes.

Then, in the Broadway musical, Race is the tall blonde, blue eyed kid while Spot is the short one with dark hair and eyes.

*Le Gasp!*

SPRACE SWITCHED BODIES!!!!!

Spot Conlon-Theif au

“Hey kid, how old are you?”

“Why should I tell ya?”

“Smart kid. Can you run?”

“Yeah. Why?”

——•——

Name: Patrick “Spot” Conlon.

Age: Unknown, young.

Appearance: Dark blonde hair, pale blue eyes, many freckles.

Known for: Faded red suspenders.

Weapon: Slingshot.

Calling Card: Burn mark on door.

He glanced around the empty house, eyes immediately finding anything of value in the room.

Silver candlesticks in the mantle, porcelain vase on a pedestal, gold-tipped walking stick. Nothing escaped his ice-blue gaze.

There was a bag slung over his shoulder, much like the one the newsies carried their papers in.

In went the candlestick, in went the vase, in went the beautiful portrait over the mantle.

The gold-tipped cane slipped through his suspenders like a sheathed sword.

Now the bedrooms and kitchen.

Silver spoons, delicate china, gold earrings, diamond rings, pearl necklaces.

The black stovepipe hat on the hat rack looked lovely.

Pleased with what he found, the small open window waited.

But first, the door.

His pockets held an abundance of matches. Striking one against the wall, he held it to the back of the front door, making a black spot the size of a silver dollar.

A spot.

Spot Conlon smirked, reveling in the smell of wood burning.

The spot would be immediately noticeable when the owner of the house came home, but Spot never took anything that could be noticed right away, driving the robbed insane with worry.

The match died, the door was marked, and he made a hasty exit.

——•——

Name: Patrick “Spot” Conlon. Age: Unknown, young. Appearance: Dark blonde hair, pale blue eyes, many freckles. Known for: Faded red suspenders, black stovepipe hat. Weapon: Slingshot, gold-tipped cane. Calling Card: Burn mark on door.

Spot Conlon can do the splits like a pro.

And Jack Kelly wishes he could be as cool.