Chapter 1

She's Talking to Angels, Counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She's dancing with strangers, falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, in his Arms
Waiting for Superman

Waiting for Superman - Daughtry

Rose ran. She had no idea where she was going but she ran. She disapparated as hex hit her back. She landed with a thud on white floors, she looked up to see people moving towards her, but she lost consciousness before she could make anyone out. When she awoke she was in a room with a lot of Muggle Technology. She looked around the room but couldn't figure out where she was. It was several days before they released her. She had found out she was in New York City. She tried to contact her family, but nothing. She sent a Patronus but no answer. She made it to the alley were the American Version of Diagon Alley should be but found no entrance. She had found a small job and even screamed into the streets she was witch... no one answered. No one showed up from a Ministry. She was alone.

Rose broke down in her small apartment she was renting when the realization hit that she was truly alone. Not a single person had magic. She screamed and broke so many things that night, that she was lucky she had casted the silencing charm around her apartment to keep nosy neighbors out. But she sat there in the middle of her studio apartment sobbing with broken items from what she had in her pockets around her. She sobbed clutching a picture to her chest, one of the few things she had always had in her pockets. With watery eyes she looked at the broken items around her. A shaky hand reached out and picked up the small blue and red figurine. She knew the figurine well it was from a muggle superhero movie, and was her favorite superhero.

She sat crosslegged just staring at the forgotten figurine in her hands. It was Superman. He wore a blue suit with a red cape, with a red and yellow 'S'. When she was young her mother had taken her to the movies for the new Superman Man of Steel, but Rose had always loved the older movies. One thing Rose loved about Superman was he could save all the people he wanted, women would always swoon over him, but the one person he would always make sure he saved and was there for was Lois Lane. Like every girl she wanted her own Prince Charming to come and sweep her off her feet, but for Rose wanted something a little different. She wanted want to be one of the hundreds that could possibly fit in the shoe and marry the Prince, she wanted him to come rescue her time and time again. Wanted a man that through everything only ever wanted her, not someone who fits the shoe.

Rose got up slowly and placed the figurine back on the shelf. She gently put the picture of her family beside it. Then pulled her wand and had everything fix and fly to its respected place. She smiled sadly at her small apartment, she had a mattress on the floor, a small table she had found thrown out and broken and fixed it. She had basic things like a bathroom and kitchen, but her fridge was always almost empty and the plumping sucked in her small apartment. She didn't live in the best neighborhood of New York City, so she used magic and muggle terms of locks to keep her door bolted shut at night. When she had found a seamstress in her building, she had gone and asked the elderly lady for a quilt and gave her a good amount of money for a warm quilt to have at night.

Rose always expected the unexpected, however, she never expected this. It had been a three months since she was in the hospital and she had gotten used to the streets of New York and didn't expect to run into a group of guys. They cornered her in an alley, snatching her bag away and shoving her against the wall. She didn't have her wand, it was in her bag, and she was helpless in hand to hand combat. She was shoved around several times before pinned under a larger man against a wall. She cried out in terror, knowing it was dark out and probably no one would see. She let off a terrified scream as someone yanked her shirt, tearing it.

Then the man was off her she turned to see someone fighting the group. She had sunk to the concrete now, hoping this man hadn't seen her there. When he was done with the criminals he turned to her and knelt down to her level. In the dim light that came from the street she could make out short hair and caring eyes. He looked over her and then took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, helping her to her feet. "You okay?" He asked softly.

"Yeah.. thank you." She replied watching as he bent down to pick up her red and yellow colored backpack. She put it on and then he spoke.

"You're welcome. I'll walk you home, if you want." He replied with a soft smile. Every logical part of her screamed not to let him near her. But something small told her to trust him. She nodded and he walked her to her apartment building and waited for her to get inside before she watched him walk away. She ran out and wrapped her arms around him. She could feel him tense under her but then relax and hug her back.

"Thank you." She whispered an gave him a kiss on the cheek before pulling away and going into her apartment building.

It had been three weeks since Rose's incident with the men and the blond man saved her. She was walking to work on morning when she stepped into the street someone grabbed her and pulled her back as a taxi went speeding past were she would have been. She turned to look to see the blond man, fear coursed through her now. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said with a nod and they started moving across the street. They stayed quiet even when they went their separate ways. She couldn't help but wonder what his name was. But part of her didn't want to know. She entered the restaurant where she worked and kept quiet most of the day. She spoke to customers, as she was a waitress, and she spoke to the chiefs in the back. Compared to many working there she didn't talk much. From the restaurant she went to Macy's as a sales associate roaming the floor and putting things away in their proper place. She helped people find what they needed, and she would often be found bouncing to the music as she did her work. From Macy's she went home, where she slept for a few hours before repeating her day again. It was tiring, and she often found small seasonal jobs on the side to help pay for rent. It was Thanksgiving and she wandered home from the restaurant to get some food and rest before needing to be at Macy's by eleven that night for Black Friday. Her shift at Macy's would end and then she would go straight to the restaurant. It was noon, so she walked passed a really good smelling pastry shop and decided to treat herself for after tonight's dinner of left over beef stew.

She entered to see the blond man at a table, she acted like she hadn't seen him and got into line. "I keep running into you... do you mind if I know your name?" His voice seemed soft and was directly to her right, where he now stood.

"Rose Weasley." She replied looking over at him, "What about you?"

"Steve Rogers. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Weasley." He smiled but gave a small frown as her stomach decided to grumble loudly. "Can I buy you something to eat?"

"Oh, I'm just getting something for dessert for after dinner." She smiled back and he seemed to nod. She approached the counter but before she could speak he was already speaking.

"One slice of Apple Pie, and one Apple Dumpling with ice cream." He was already paying before she could protest. He motioned for her to come sit with him and she did. He handed her the Apple Pie and she opened her mouth but he spoke, "I saw you keeping your eyes on it, but then moved to the Cinnamon Buns when I came up."

"Then why did you buy me the Apple Pie?" She asked and she was trying to eat the pie slice slowly because she knew she was only able to afford the cinnamon buns even though she had really really wanted the apple pie.

"Something told you that you needed a slice of pie." He smiled as he ate his apple dumpling with ice cream.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to pay for me." She replied, but continued eating. The pie slice was gone soon though much to her dismay, but she enjoyed talking to Steve.

"But I wanted to. I tried to figure out your name, but no one seemed to know it in your building. I saw you enter the street and I pulled you back. I wanted to ask you to come here for a slice of pie but I figured from how you were dressed you were headed to work. So when I saw you enter here today, I wanted to buy you a slice of pie." He said with a quiet and calm voice. She gave him her biggest smile she hadn't done in months, but it fell at the thought of being alone once more. "You okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine... just under a lot of stress at my job."

"Where do you work?"

"At a Restaurant down the street, and over at Macy's." She said with a shrug, she saw his smile fall slightly and she wondered why but asked, "What about you?"

"I work for Stark Industry." He said, and she wished she could work there. She could see the tower, and had applied several times but was always told she didn't make the cut.

She smiled, "Congrats on working with Stark Industry. I think everyone would love to work there." He nodded and excused himself when he was grabbing his jacket she asked, "Will I see you again?"

He looked at her and for a second didn't say anything then replied with a soft smile, "I think so." She smiled and sat just looking at her empty plate. Then a whole apple pie was placed in front of her. She looked up to see Steve smiling before leaving. She took the pie home and placed it in the fridge to keep it safe. She sat on her bed just starring at the floor, she got up and moved quietly to take care of her dinner, took a piece of pie and set up dinner. She sat at the table the second chair empty across from her. She ate her beef stew slowly and she traced the marks on the table she has come to believe were made from children. Rose ate her pie and then got ready for Macy's for Black Friday.