(Here with an Avengers fan fiction. This fan fiction is set from the point of view of Caitlin Winters, my OC. She is not a Mary Sue, and more will be found out about her later trust me ;) This is kind of a Steve/OC, not sure where I'm going with that yet! Anyway enjoy!

Set after The Avengers Movie!)

Chapter 1

I slowly placed my hands on the handle of the closet. I had been enclosed in here... hidden would be a better way to put it. I was sure that they were gone but I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see next. This wasn't how I wanted to remember them.

I gulped, opening the doors slowly. I immediately felt the tears begin to run down my 6 year old self's face. I placed my hand over my mouth. All that blood... that wasn't how I wanted to remember them...

I jolted upright in my single bed. I panted, feeling a mixture of sweat and salty tears on my face. I turned looking at the clock beside my bed.

1:30am... way too earlier.

I clambered out of bed. Dressed in a tank top and shorts I crossed my cramped apartment, and entered my eerie bathroom. The paint was peeling of the yellow walls. A shower had been rammed up the corner, a simple toilet up the other and a small sink sat below a blurred mirror. I sighed running the cold tap. I cupped my hands collecting water before rubbing it over my face. I stared into the mirror. The image of a 19 year old girl with long brunette hair and hazel eyes stared back at me. I then returned back to my bed attempting to return to sleeping...

Work...

I jogged along the street. I was late getting up and I had about five minutes to get to work. I worked in a small local café on a simple Brooklyn street corner. Brooklyn... was where I lived.

I was so focused on getting to work I didn't bother to zip up my bag or see exactly where I was going. Before I knew I collided with him.

I mentally sighed at my stupidity. "Sorry," I mumbled, as I rushed to the ground to retrieve all the belongings that had toppled out of my bag.

"Here let me help!" he insisted. I didn't even look him in the eye until he bent down to my level.

I looked up noticing him properly for the first time. He had neat blonde hair and his gaze was gentle despite his muscular figure.

He helped me gather my belongings. I then spotted my keys as they made an escape for the drain.

He must have followed my gaze as he snatched them to safety in the blink of an eye. I rose to feet as he too rose handing me all the belongings he had collected.

"Thanks," I stumbled receiving them, "I'm really sorry! I'm so damn clumsy!"

"Hey no problem, my fault really I wasn't really paying attention where I was walking," he said.

"You too?" I laughed shyly before I introduced myself, "I'm Caitlin Winters."

"Steve Rogers," he said as he shook my hand. I gingerly gripped it. I stood there for moment before I realised the time.

"Oh I bet to go!" I cried, releasing his hand and hurrying away,

"I catch you around Steve! And thanks for saving my keys!"

"You're welcome, see you around!" he called back to me.

I sighed, as I made my way to the café. I attempted to compose myself. I couldn't walk in there all flustered, what with Cynthia. Cynthia Jones, the woman who stuck her nose in far too much and was the 'gossip queen of Brooklyn'. If I turned up for work all hot-faced, she'd want to know so she could tell the whole of our customers. I walked through the door, wiping the grin off my face and feeling the heat in my cheeks disappear. Now I was ready to work...

I turned the key in the lock, locking the doors tight. It had been a slow day, not many customers. Only me and Cynthia working today but she had bunked off early, something about a 'family crisis'. Yeah right, bunch of bull.

I rattled the door making sure it was locked tight. I turned gulping slightly, I hated walking home in the dark. It didn't help that many of the street lights didn't work properly, many were blinking in the night or not working or just casting a dull glow on the footpath. I zipped my leather jacket up to my chin to keep out the night chill. I began to make my way home that consisted on walking through an almost pitch black alleyway. I stopped part way through the alleyway... something wasn't right here...

I turned, but no one was following me. At least that's what I fooled myself to think. I turned around abruptly, a man I didn't recognise stood in my path. Well I thought he was a man. He was dressed strange in what appeared to be a pure metallic black suit, he even wore a helmet that covered his face. He then grabbed me by the neck slamming me against the wall. I cried out in pain and felt my body begin to tremble in fear.

"Where is it child?" he demanded, his voice was deep and almost robotic.

"Where's what? I don't know what you are talking about!" I replied, tears threatening to stream down my face.

"The cosmic cube! You've hidden it! So where is it?"

"Cosmic cube? I've never heard of it, but please let me go! Please!"

"Liar!" he cried pounding me further into the wall.

I screamed again. I shut my eyes, feeling the tears beginning to fall. I then took one of the hands from the hand he had on my neck. I slipped it into my pocket. I then bought out the stun gun lunging it deep into him and switching it on. He cried out as he let me drop to the ground. I dropped to my feet hard and began to run down the alleyway. I could hear him clattering behind me. I then noticed the main road that was always busy with traffic. I heard the engine and a risky idea entered my head. I didn't even have the guts for it but I did it anyway. I ran straight into the road, stopping to face my attacker. He stopped too watching me, he was about to step closer to me when a Wal-Mart truck plodded into him, knocking him over fifty feet in the air. There was no way he could possible survive that. I tensed in shock, I had just killed him. He may have attacked me but I killed him...

I was that tensed that I didn't even notice the taxi cab about to crash into me. I turned staring into the headlights, I shut my eyes instinctively preparing for impact.

But no impact came. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt hands on my shoulders, I looked up meeting the eyes of my rescuer.

"Steve..." I managed to mutter.

"Caitlin what were you doing just standing in the middle of road?" he asked me.

"I- there was this guy well I don't if it was actually a guy, but he attacked me, was asking me about some cube or whatever. I ran from him and, and he got hit by a truck and well-"I rushed out.

"Okay slow down! You were attacked?"

"Yeah I was-"I was cut off as I turned noticing the strange 'robotic-man' was marching towards.

"Come on!" Steve cried, he grabbed me by the arm. He climbed on his American chopper motorcycle. He ushered for me to climb on behind him. I did so, slipping on behind him.

"Hold on!" he told me. I did as I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly as we drove away at full speed. The 'robotic man' pursued us, and he was only running.

"He's still following us!" I yelled to Steve, over the roar of the engine and traffic zooming by.

He turned his head looking at the man. I looked ahead we were coming to a railway crossing. He then cried, "Caitlin, there's a bag tied to the back, get inside it and hand me the round shield!"

"Shield?" I mumbled confused but I did as he said.

I rummaged inside the bag pulling out the shield and handing it to him. He took it from me, and glanced over at the man. We had already driven over the crossing and we were on the other side. The man was still crossing it. Steve threw the round shield at the man knocking him to the ground, the shield returned to his arm just as an oncoming train hit the man. There was no way he'd survive that one.

I looked at Steve's shield more closely. It was round, with a simple design. In the centre was a white star with a round blue background, followed by red, followed by white, followed by red.

I gapped in shock.

"No!" I gasped, "You're Captain America!?"