Stand up like a solider baby,

I know you're built like that.

Gun it like a holster.

Fire like a solider baby.

We live where the war is raging.

Chasing our crazy dreams..

My life has always been filled with Soldiers. My dad was a soldier, my brothers are both soldiers, so is my Uncle and both my Grandfathers served. Every male in my life was a military man. I was the first girl born in our family for 5 generations and my father's expectations of me didn't change just because I happened to be born a girl. I was thrown into military school as soon as I could go and from there my life became all about my country. That is, until I had my accident. I broke both my legs, three ribs and dislocated my shoulder, but that's not what got me discharged from the military and sent to SHIELD. No, that was because something happened during my accident, SHIELD know what it was and so do my former bosses and my father, but I don't. I got hurt as a normal, 28 year old and woke up with advanced strength, speed and healing. The military wanted to keep me on, make me a super soldier but my father had told them no and I'd been discharged a week later. Now, here I am. An ex soldier, with weird powers and no job prospects. I stay at home most days, taking care of my dogs and watching crappy TV.

Right now I was sat on the couch watching some fake reality show with my chihuahua on my lap and my Labrador curled up at my feet. I was halfway through my bag of chips when the doorbell rang. I groaned as Choco the Labrador dived from the couch and started barking at the door. "Quiet, girl." I commanded and I looked through the peephole. It was the Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury. I sighed and opened the door. "Penny, how are you?" He asked as I motioned for him to come inside. He pet Choco and went into the living room.

"I'm great, so what brings you here Director?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, nothing massively important. Just wondering if you accepted my offer to joining our little family over at SHIELD?" He laced his finger together.

"Well, if it means everyone stops calling me all the time, sure. I haven't got any other offers coming in." I replied.

"Great, well, we have an assignment for you already." He took a case file from his inside pocket and handed it to me. I opened it and was greeted by two photos. One of a scrawny kid in a white t-shirt and the other of a very muscular man in a red, white and blue spandex uniform. I looked between the photos before I realised it was the same guy. I looked closely at his face before I realised who it was.

"Is this Captain America?" I asked.

"Yeah. Steve is heading off to Wakanda on a mission and he needs someone there to have his back. Normally, Black Widows is his partner but she's on a separate mission and he was adamant it had to be someone who knew what they were doing. No amateurs." He winked at me.

"How do you know I'm not an amateur?" I asked, looking away from the photo,

"I've seen your service record. Youngest Lieutenant in your squad and up for Captain. So, Lieutenant Hillson, want the job as Captain America's second-in-command?" He held his hand out for me to shake. I took it, laughing.

"Bring it on."

A/N: This is my very first Captain America fic. He's not my favourite hero, but we can all admit that he's a beautiful man. I don't know how this is going to turn out so let me know what you think and if I should continue. Also, those at the top are song lyrics. The song is Light It Up by Major Lazer. I've mixed up the lyrics to fit this chapter, but it's a good song regardless.