It was a dark and stormy night in Brooklyn, and there was a little girl walking into a dark alley to find shelter.
"Help. Please..." she cried. So she sat down on the sidewalk, shivering and crying. Then a man appeared into the shimmery street light and picked up the little girl and took her to his apartment.
Once they got there, he lay her on his couch and said, "It's okay, I'm not going anywhere."
"Who are you?" the little girl asked.
"Steve Rogers." he said.
"I wanna go home!" she cried.
"I know." he said as he hugged her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Amy." she said.
"Well Amy, you're safe here." Steve said. Amy smiles as she hugs him again.
"Now, let's get you into a bath, you stink." Steve said as he picks Amy to the bathroom. Amy laughed all the way to the bathroom. But deep inside of her, she is still scared. But now, she is not alone anymore. During the first five years of her life with Steve, she finally started to have friends and good intentions. Like when she first started school, she got a friend on the first day of school. But now, it's Amy's thirteenth birthday.