Alright, um…I know I have Yugioh and Hetalia stories to finish, not to mention that some people love Riley and her adventures with the Avengers, but…I wanna go in a new direction for a while. I normally write romantic comedies (and people love them) but I want to try to write a gory drama fic…JUST to see if I can. And if any of you know me well, you all know I make my OC's Afro-America like I am…mostly because I don't see OC's like that in a lot of works with comics and manga and anime. The only fic I have seen with a black OC was in The Director's Daughter by Jabberwocky92. ((Go read it….NAO!)) It was a wonderful fic, I loved it. And I want to try to make an Afro-OC who has some deep psychological issues. Also…even though I ship Superhusbands so HARD, I would really like to see Steve with a "sistah". X3 So, on we go!

Sometimes I wonder why he saved me…I was useless…weak…mad even. But he had a reason. He always does. He claims that it was because he loved me. But I say it was a matter of pride. His saying is that "he doesn't like bullies"…and I WAS being bullied. I just figured it was a defense mechanism of his or something. He never did take too kindly to 'dames' being handled like men. Especially his dame. But, I suppose I am confusing you…that tends to happen when I try to explain things. So…I will start from the beginning…with the start of my madness….for Captain Steve Rogers.

-2 months earlier-

"Avengers, I would like you to meet Frances McDaniel" Nick Fury said whilst gesturing to me. "She's a new addition to the team".

My eyes scrolled over every person in the room. Of course I had known who they were. Ever since I had been released from the asylum, I had been dying to meet the team who stopped the God of Mischief from destroying the Earth's humanity count. And by 'dying', I mean that in the MOST sarcastic way ever. So, as I stood there, arms crossed and pouty look on my face, I observed them whilst they observed me. First one to speak of course was Tony Stark…or Iron Man.

"So…you put a twelve year old on a team with people in their late twenties and early thirties…and one ninety year old man?"

Two people frowned at him. One, of course, being me. I AM 19 YEARS OLD DAMMIT! My height was what made me look younger! Curse you mixed ethnic background! I'm 5'2…in case someone was wondering. The second person to scowl at the sarcastic bastard was Captain Steve Rogers. He had been frozen in time and he WAS technically 90 or close to it, but he was also…technically…20…or whatever. I can see where he's coming from is what I am saying.

"I was born in 1993 you fat-head…" I said in my quiet voice…I only got loud when I got angry…let's not get into that.

The captain snorted and tried to hold in a laugh. I did that one for him…I knew a thing or two about vintage slang.

"So…you're a midget?"

Don't strangle him…don't strangle him…DON'T STRAGLE HIM!

"I'm 5'2, to be a midget you must be 4'11 or shorter…trust me…I know these things" I said in my flat and quiet monotone voice.

"Well, we'll take your word for it Miss McDaniel" said the guy with the glasses. Bruce Banner…aka The Hulk…I already like this guy.

"Thank you Dr. Banner" I said quietly.

There was a seat open and it was beside the captain…I took it cautiously. I turned to look at him, and he smiled at me. "Steve Rogers ma'am" he said holding out his hand.

I stared at it for a while, then I shook it with my own dark skinned hand. "Frances McDaniel…but you already knew that" I said quietly.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, isn't McDaniel a Scottish surname?" he asked. Stark, who had risen from his chair, nodded with the good captain and walked over to my chair. "It indeed is Capsicle, so, are you Scottish?" he asked with a smirk that I REALLY wanted to knock off of his face.

"My father is-was….was…he WAS Scottish, my mum was black, as you can tell from my skintone" I said, gesturing to my hands.

"That would explain your eyes then" Dr. Banner said as he adjusted his glasses.

I nodded. My eyes were a hazel greenish color. I had always hated them.

"So what happened to your father?" Dr. Banner asked me.

My eyes widened and I lowered my head. "He died during some freak accident involving a monster" I said with the utmost disgust. And then I realize who I had just said that too. I raised my head and looked at Dr. Banner. He looked guilty and he wore a small sad smile on his face. "Oh! No, sir! You didn't do it!" I tried to reassure him.

He just nodded and said "Yea…the Other Guy did".

"NO!" I shouted as I stood up. "Neither of you did it! I didn't mean for it to come out that way, I'm sorry. If it helps, I don't think you're a monster. If anything, you're my hero!" Frig, I have said WAYYYY too much!

And now everyone is staring at me. Fury walked over and patted my shoulder to calm me down and laid a file…MY file…on the table. Stark, of course, didn't even look at it. He had probably already hacked my file…and he had just been asking questions for shits and giggles…bastard. The captain had been the one to pick it up first. He opened it, and skimmed over the basics. Date of birth, age, weight, height, family background…and then he paused and looked at me. I only nodded.

"Miss McDaniel has a similar power to Dr. Banner" Fury said had he began to pace around the room. I just nodded. "Whenever she is under a certain amount of stress…she goes into…a…hysteric rage and-"

"-I kill everything in my line of fire" I finished while looking at Dr. Banner. "That's why you're my hero, you know what it's like to change and have no control, you know what it's like to go in a fit of rage…you know what it's like to exile yourself from everyone that you love and…to only care for their safety…." By this time…I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Good job Frances…you just made yourself seem like a giant crybaby…awesome.

The next thing I knew, I was getting hugged by the Captain. I frowned a bit in confusion and looked up at him. "Any specific reason?"

"You just seemed like you needed a hug…everyone needs them" he explained. "Especially dames, I mean…broads, I mean-"

"I get your point fuddy-duddy"

"HEY!"

I just smiled and let him hug me. I'm not sure…but I think that he began to crack the barrier that surrounded my heart that day.