Born in 1830s, izzy Salvatore was the most beloved of the Salvatore siblings — too soft for her time. But when Katherine came into town and Damon & Stefan fell, Izzy was pulled into the chaos. Stefan turned her to “save” her, and she never forgave him for it.
Decades passed. She tried to live. During the 1940s, she found herself dancing through Brooklyn nights, masquerading as a Red Cross volunteer — where she met James Buchanan Barnes.
They fell hard. For once, being a vampire didn’t feel like a curse. But before she could tell him the truth, he went to war... and never came back.
She thought he was dead. He thought she was a dream.
She moved on. Or tried to.
Cut to 2024: Immortality got boring. You tell Damon you’re sick of reruns and blood bags. So you enroll in a new school in New York — Midtown High.
🎓 Midtown High History Class
Teacher: “Mr. Parker?”
Peter (blinks up, mid-scribble): “Hm?”
Teacher: “Pearl Harbor?”
Peter: “Uhm—”
You (without looking up): “December 7th, 1941.”
Peter blinks at you, relief flickering across his face.
Teacher: “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
Laughter ripples through the room.
You (deadpan): “Anytime.”
Peter raises an eyebrow. You don’t even look smug about it. That’s what gets him.
Teacher: “Very well. The fall of the Berlin Wall?”
You: “1989.” You offer a lazy shrug. “I’m good with dates, sir.”
He raises a brow. Teacher: “Are you? How good? Keep it to the year.”
You lean back slightly. Game on.
Teacher: “Civil Rights Act.”
You: “1964.”
Teacher: “JFK’s assassination.”
You: “1963.”
Teacher: “Martin Luther King?”
You: “1968.”
Teacher: “Abraham Lincoln?”
You: “1865.”
Teacher: “Roe vs. Wade?”
You: “1973.”
Teacher: “Brown v. Board of Education?”
You tilt your head, eyes flicking upward. You: “1954.”
Peter’s watching you like you might be a time traveler.
Teacher: “The Battle of Gettysburg?”
You: “1863.”
Teacher: “Korean War?”
You: “1950 to 1953.”
The teacher smirks, thinking he’s caught you.
Teacher: “Ah, no! It ended in ’52! Ha-ha-ha!”
You don’t even blink.
You: “Actually, sir… it was ’53.”
The entire room goes silent.
Teacher: “Look it up. Somebody. Quickly.”
A kid flips their textbook.
Flash (reading slowly): “It was… 1953.”
You smile like a cat who just watched the canary fact-check itself.
🕸️ Later — Avengers Tower
Peter’s pacing around the Avengers lounge, practically vibrating.
Peter: “Okay, so listen—there’s this new girl. Total transfer student, right? Dark hair, all black wardrobe, definitely drinks cold brew and your soul? Yeah. So she walks into history and—BOOM—starts rattling off dates like she was there.”
Sam: “Maybe she studies?”
Peter: “Nah, bro. This girl corrected Mr. Pappas on the Korean War. He’s got two PhDs and ten egos. I think she made him cry.”
Nat: “What’s her name?”
Peter: “y/n Salvatore.”
Bucky (who was sipping water, casually listening): freezes Glass slips from his hand and shatters. Bucky doesn’t speak. Just stares at Peter, wide-eyed, pale like a ghost touched him.