A/N: Hi guys! I hope you like this new story, because I actually really like this one. Sorry it's so short. This chapter is really more of an introduction. Please follow, favorite, and review!

Inveniens Domum

Fresh off the boat. I wasn't a refugee, but I might as well be. I came from Ireland with one suitcase. I had sold most of my things, to pay for my visas, an apartment, and a one-way ticket to New York City. I arrived with all of the clothing I owned stuffed into a suitcase. I would buy more once I had settled down and had a steady job.

When I left the airport, the heat seemed to drag me to the pavement instantly. It was thick and heavy, and seemed to suffocate you. Not like home. In Ireland the air is cool and wet and blows against your face in just the right way every single time. It was healthy. This air was made of pestilence. It was like poison to me..

My new home was in Brooklyn. It was nice. I spent years saving to come to America; my whole life. I had spent much of that on my apartment. It was in a nice building, with nice neighbors and a nice neighborhood. It was just nice.

I lugged my suitcase up the stairs of my apartment building. It must've weighed at least 30 pounds. It was weighing me down, not unlike the sticky air just outside of the windows. Suddenly, a large hand took it from mine.

Was I getting mugged?

"Can I help you with that?" The blond man said. He was enormous, definitely over 6 feet. He had sky blue eyes and a contagious smile.

"Oh, thank you." I replied quietly.

"Where are you from?" He asked as we climbed the stairs.

"Ireland. County Cork." I answered.

"Really? That's where my parents are from." He said a little excitedly.

"Which town?" I inquired.

"Kinsale I think?"

"I'm from Dunderrow! Right outside of Kinsale." The man smiled at me warmly.

"I'm Steve Rogers, by the way."

"Niamh O'Sullivan. Nice to meet you."

We arrived at my apartment. 3C. It was my first time ever seeing my new home. I took a deep breath before unlocking the door and peering inside.

It was bare. I hadn't any furniture yet, so the only thing in the apartment was a Murphy bed. I sighed and entered the room to get a better look. It was small, but had wood floors and lots of windows. One bedroom, one bathroom. The kitchen was small, but had an oven and a stove and a sink and that was enough. I was incurably homesick for my little house in Dunderrow. It was warm and cozy and delightfully cluttered

I set down my suitcase and sighed before plopping down on the floor.