I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting new story, but I just had to write this down. It popped into my head while trying to fall asleep. Weird. So, here goes nothing.

Disclaimer- not mine, yada yada, yada….

Chapter 1- Steve

Steve was exhausted. A whole day in the gym, and he was tired. It had been a week after the Avengers had saved New York from the Chitauri, and yet, they all had to stay in shape. Creatures from outer space might attack the world, again.

Steve got out of the large shower Stark had built for him while they stayed in Avengers Tower (Tony insisted it was still Stark tower, with twelve percent of Pottsness.) Meanwhile, Steve was still having trouble getting the hang of technology, along with Thor. Normal 2012 tech was confusing, but of course, Tony had all the newest technology in the world installed in his tower, so Steve was simply lost. Bruce would always help Steve or Thor, while Tony would smirk. 2012 was a lot different than the 1940s.

He sat down at his desk to sketch a little, when an envelope caught his eye. It was sitting in the corner of his desk, addressed to Captain America from Germany. He opened it, and a photo fell out of some young boys standing together smiling, some waving. A small star pins also fell out. The paper was a letter.

Dear Captain America,

My name is Hugo, and I am ten years old. I used to live in America, and you were my favorite super hero. To me, all Americans should be like you, brave and strong. Sadly, we had to move to Germany for papa's work. All the boys at school make fun of me for liking you, probably because you kicked their butts in WW2. They just feel bad that Germany doesn't have their own cool super hero. Even my teachers think it's silly for me to live here and to still like Captain America. Then they heard about how you saved those Germans from Loki at that giant party, and they thought you weren't as bad as they had imagined. And then, on the television, there was a news report of the Avengers saving New York. And you were there with your big shield, saving the day. The other kids at school saw this, and they saw why I liked you so much. They thought it was awesome. And now we are all big Captain America fans in a club.

In the picture, I am the one with the cardboard shield in the middle. The others are the boys at school. The two twins are Viktor and Oskar. The one with the mask is Felix, and next to him is Simon. The tall one is Jonas, and the one on the end is Wenzel. We all started a club, and we play where there are a couple of Hydra, and we all take turns being you as we destroy the others with the strong punches and amazing shield. Maybe some day you could come visit Germany, and we could all be Hydra, and you could be you. Well, as long as you don't pretend-hit us too hard. Unless you want to be an evil stinky red Hydra. Will you visit us someday, maybe tomorrow? Or next week?

I wish you were here to play with us, but I know you have duty in America. It's okay, but when evil threatens the world, I'll be watching the news so that I can see you in action. I don't know whether or not you believe in God and Jesus, but every night I pray to them that you will be safe. That's what the pin is, kind of a safe token. It's an American star. It was my good luck charm, but I figured you needed it more than I do. I won't be saving the world anytime soon, but you never know. Thank you for saving the world, that comes from my friends and me. Good Luck, and thank you.

Sincerely, Hugo Rhodes

Steve finished reading the letter, a smile etched on his face. He taped the photo of the young, smiling boys to his wall, and pinned the small silver star onto his shirt. It felt kind of strange to have a ton of little German boys liking him, not that he minded. He looked back at the small blonde boy with the cardboard shield, face covered with dirt and a huge smile. That smile could probably light up the whole world. Steve pulled out some paper and a pencil, found the address on the envelope, and began to write. He didn't care if SHIELD yelled at him for responding; he couldn't help it.

Dear Hugo…

Good? Bad? Let me know! All of the avengers will receive a letter.