Disclaimer: I don't own Captain America

Summary: Everyone thought that no one else was able to replicate the serum after Captain America and they were right. However what they didn't know was that there was a successful replica of the Serum before Captain America, and she is still alive and well in the Modern day. And it seems that the Avengers will cross paths with her as well as a new agency. The only question is, are they a friend or an enemy?

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"Anna dear it's time to get up!" Groaning the girl pulled the covers over her head. She groaned again when she heard her mothers' footsteps approaching the room.

"Anna I want you up this instant. Breakfast is almost ready and I want you to finish it up while I take care of your brother." Realizing that she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, she threw the blanket off her head and picked herself off her makeshift bed on the floor. Satisfied, her mother walked out of the room to tend to her baby brother. Stretching, she grabbed her robe from the hanger behind the door and put it on as she made her way to the old cracked mirror in the corner of the room. As soon as she fixed her hair, she made her way to the kitchen/dining area to finish up breakfast. While flipping the eggs on the stove, she heard her father enter the room.

"Morning Anna," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Mornin' Pa," she replied. Grabbing the already made coffee, she poured two cups of coffee for her father and herself. Just as she was serving breakfast, her mother came in with her baby brother.

"Anna, as soon as you finish breakfast I want you to go out and buy a few things for me at the market please. We're running out of food supplies," her mother told her. Stopping only for a moment to nod her head in acknowledgement, she finished serving up breakfast.

"Do we have enough money?" her father asked worryingly. At the moment money was very scarce and they really couldn't afford anything.

"I have a few dollars for some food. We'll just have to do without a few extra things for a while," her mother said. The atmosphere grew tense at the mention of conserving money. To distract herself from the tense atmosphere, her mother tended to her little brother who had just started fusing. Money was always a tense topic for everyone, especially for her parents. Her mother had been from a rich family, but had been disowned because her family didn't approve of her father and she refused to stop dating him. Back then it seemed romantic, but now it was just a constant reminder of what her mother used to have. It didn't help that they were all forced to sleep in the same bedroom since there was only one bedroom in the entire house.

Desperate to get away from the family, Anna quickly ate her breakfast and went to get changed. As she got dressed, she grabbed her money out of her hiding place. It was her little secret stash that she used when her parents didn't have enough money for the family. It wasn't much but it was something. When she finished getting ready, her father was just about to get ready to leave for work. Kissing both her parents goodbye, she put on her coat, and grabbed her hat and gloves, and headed to the market that was 20 minutes from their house. As she was headed out of the house, she saw a car pull up in front of her house. Two men stepped out of the car and approached her. Curious, she stopped and waited.

"Good evening gentlemen," she said smiling at them. As they approached she took in their appearances. Both were tall though one was taller than the other one. One had blonde hair, while the other had a darker brown. The two men were clearly either rich or worked in some high up job, given their extremely fancy suits, which made her even more curios since rich men generally didn't come around the poor side of Boston. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, does Joseph Martin live here?" the taller of the two asked.

"Yes, I'm his daughter Annalysia Martin," she said, holding out her hand which they shook.

"Is he home at the moment?" the other asked.

"He is, though he's heading out for work right about now, so you came at just the right moment," she said. The two men looked at each other briefly. "Should I go get him for you?"

"No that won't be necessary, but thank you ma'am," the taller man said. The men brushed past her. Shrugging, she decided to just continue on her way.

Enjoying the walk, she took her time. Along the way she talked a bit with her neighbors. Once she got to the market she pulled out the grocery list that her mother gave her before she left. Looking over the list, she headed to the aisles that had the stuff she needed as well as a few extra things with her money. As she turned to head to the register, she heard someone swear underneath their breath. Turning to reprimand him, she instead had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud. A man, most likely in his mid-thirties was staring so intensely at some can of beans that it was hilarious. She must have not have been successful because he turned towards her. Instead of getting mad like she thought he would he let out a laugh himself.

"Sorry miss, it's just that I can't seem to find the pasta. My wife wants to make casserole tonight so she sent me out to get the ingredients for it," he said sheepishly. She noticed he had a British accent.

"Well that's because you're looking at the wrong place. It's one aisle down," she said pointing to it.

"Thank you miss," he said. The man headed in the direction she pointed to. Laughing a bit, she headed to the register again and paid for the food. As she was heading back, she heard someone shouting and turned around to see what the commotion was. The man from the store was walking towards her.

"Miss if you'd like, I can take you home. My car is here and I wouldn't fell right if I let you walk home with those bags by yourself," he said.

"Oh, you don't have too," she said quickly, "and besides, I don't know your name."

"Oh of course, my names Edison Thompson, and I know I don't have to, but you did help me find what I was looking for," he said insistently. Looking at him and seeing no ill intent, she agreed. Seeing that she agreed, he led her to his car. While he started the car, she took the time to study his appearance. He was tall and thin, with black hair. He still looked a bit young and handsome. She also noticed that he wore glasses. After he started the car she told him where she lived.

"So what brings you here to Boston Mr. Thompson?" she asked, since it was obvious that he wasn't from here.

"Oh I moved here just recently. I found that I wanted to get away from my country for a while so my wife and I moved to America," he explained.

"Oh that's nice, and how do you like it here?" she asked.

"It's quite nice, so far people have been very friendly," he said. "So what high school do you go to?"

"I don't go to school unfortunately. My parents need me more at home or working at some little job than for me to be at school."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do."

"Thank you but it's just something that I have to do." They sat in silence after that until they pulled up to her house.

"Well thank you very much, Mr. Thompson. I really appreciate you driving me home."

"It's no problem, well I hope to see you again Ms.?" he trailed off, not knowing her name. Realizing that she never actually introduced herself she quickly told him.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Martin."

"You too Mr. Thompson." Waving goodbye she turned and headed into her home.

As soon as she entered the house she felt ill at ease. Something felt off, and it took her a moment before she realized what it was. The house was silent, too silent. She knew that her father would be at work, but her mother never mentioned if she was going out. On her guard, she cautiously walked further into the house. As she went towards the kitchen she was hit with a strong smell. Immediately she recognized the smell from her time as a volunteer trainee nurse. Blood.

Rushing into the kitchen she stopped short in shock, the bags falling to the floor. Quickly coming back to her senses she let out a scream, and she rushed forward towards her father, who currently lay dead on the floor. Dimly she heard something slam, and hurried footsteps coming into the house. Immediately she thought that the people who did this were coming back, so she quickly grabbed the object that was closest to her, which was a plate, and held it up. When the footsteps entered the room she turned around prepared to attack whoever was behind her before she felt someone grab her around her torso. Quickly she started kicking and thrashing around to try and break free of whoever was holding her.

"Woo there it's just me Edison, remember." Recognizing the voice she immediately stopped moving, and she felt the arms around her loosen up. Dropping to the she stared at her father's body in shock.

"Anna look at me. Look at me!" Mr. Thompson said, shaking her until she looked at him. "I'm going to call the police. Is there anyone else in the house that might be hurt?" He asked. Suddenly she remembered her mother and baby brother. She nodded her head and stood up and went to check the rest of the house. When she reached the family bedroom, she let covered her mouth in shock. Just like her father, her mother and brother laid dead on the floor. Behind her Mr. Thompson came into the room. Pausing only for a second, he stood in front of her, blocking her view of their bodies.

"Anna look at me," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Can you tell me who might have done this?" When she didn't answer, he grabbed her chin gently and lifted it up until she was looking at him. "Was there anyone that came by today that might have killed your family?"

She flinched when he said "killed". "Yes. Before I left for the store, two men in suits came up to the house, looking for my father. You don't think they did this do you?" she asked him. He nodded his head.

"I think so. The men, were they wearing anything special?"

"Well just fancy suits why?" He swore.

"They most likely worked for the government. Did your family owe any money?" he asked.

"No not that I know of," she replied. He shook his head. Suddenly he grabbed her hand.

"I want you to come with me," he said urgently.

"What why?"

"Because they might just come back for you. Please come with me I want to help." Seeing that he was being completely honest she nodded. Once he saw her nod, he pulled her away from her family and out the door. Looking back at her house, she realized that it would be a very long time until she came back, if she ever came back.

AN: How was it? I hope it was alright. Reviews are always appreciated.