Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Captain America, or any of the characters from the movie, or comic books. However, I do own, Harley Jaymes, Mason Jaymes, Elliot Jaymes, Lily Marsh.

Summary: Harley Jaymes is your average 18 year old girl, if by average you mean the vigilante hero, Shamrock. Ever since her parents deaths she has been determined to protect people from danger. But when an old villain by the name of Red Skull returns after 70 years, will another hero, who has also been missing for 70 years, be able to help her out? And what happens when she starts to fall in love with said hero? Also, takes place after Captain America's 70 year sleep, but before the Avengers.

Chapter 1:

I stood there silently, perched on the sill of my bedroom window. I looked around cautiously and pulled my black mask over my face so it circled my eyes. I examined my surrounding once more before leaping off of my perch, and landing in a graceful crouch in the dark back alley below. I slowly straightened up into a standing position and crept further into the alley. Staying a silent as humanly possible. As I made my way further into the alley, I soon came across exactly what I was looking for, a scumbag causing trouble. I peeked around the corner, where the was a light shining that was attached to the building behind it, giving me just enough light to see… And I saw something I never expected to see. There was a man, tall, muscular, and very dirty and grimy. He looked like absolute scum, and by the looks of what was going on, my suspicions were completely confirmed. There was a woman there too. She looked young, probably in her mid 20's, and had fiery red hair. The man was pinning her to the ground, and grabbing at her clothes. By the looks of it she desperately wanted to scream, but she couldn't because she had what looked like multiple layers of duct tape over her mouth. Her wrists were tied up with something as well, making it much more difficult for her to fight him. He continuously punched, slapped, and shoved her to the ground. He kept grunting, and screaming for her to stop struggling, but she was putting up quite the fight.

"Stop fighting you dumb bitch!" I heard him shout in her face, causing her to visibly wince in fear. She didn't stop though, she seemed as though she was willing to fight to the death. "I told you to stop!" he shouted, bringing his fist down to punch her in the face. I could hear her bones cracking under his fist, or maybe it was his bones… I couldn't tell, but I did know that I had seen enough of this. It was time for Shamrock to make her move.

I stepped out around the corner and took a confident stance a few feet behind the man, making sure not to alert him of my presence just yet. The woman spotted me instantly, and looked at me with pleading eye as the man ripped her pants completely off her body. That's it, I couldn't take watching this scene any longer, it has gone way too far.

"Hey! Stop right now, and I might not kill you." I said in my most menacing voice

The man turned his head to face me, and instantly scoffed. "Ha. That's a good one." he turned back around to look at the woman, "I'm just teaching an old friend what happens when you cheat on your boyfriend. Now run along little girl before I have to teach you what happens when you interrupt couples private time."

"You're a bold man, threatening me like that." I told him matter-of-factly

He groaned and climbed off the girl, standing up and turning around to face me. "Oh really? And why is that?"

I waved my hand secretly at my side, trying to signal to the woman to move out of the way. "Oh, you have no idea. There are so many reasons you should be afraid of me right now."

"Hm. Such as?" he asked me intimidating, stepping closer to me with each word, until his body was nearly pressed right against mine.

Thankfully, the woman finally caught on to my hint, and scooted over the corner of the brick wall. "Such as this." I growled angrily, driving my knee up as hard as I could into his groin, causing him to lurch forward in pain, which I took as an opening to raise my left leg and drive it into his chest, forcing him to stumble backwards into the brick wall.

Once he got his bearings back, he glared at me and growled viciously, "You fucking bitch!" he shouted angrily before charging at me.

Before he could even get a hit in on me, I grabbed him by his arm and flipped him onto the ground, pinning him there with foot on his throat. "Look, we can do this the easy way, and you go turn yourself in for attempted rape right now, or I deal with you myself. And trust me, you'll have a lot more fun getting raped in prison than you will spending any more time with me." I threatened him.

"Hm. I think I'll take my chances with you." he said, quickly bringing his arm up to grab my ankle, and pull my leg right out from under me, and before I even knew what was going on, I was on my butt on the cold cement ground. Within seconds he was lunging at me, but I quickly regained my senses and lifted up my legs, ramming them into his chest and forcing him back into the wall. This time, his head bounced off the brick on impact, and he was knocked out cold, falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

I sighed and stood up from the ground. I brushed myself off before walking over to the woman, who was still curled up in the corner. I knelt down so I was at her level, and ripped off the tape from her wrists. I then offered her my hand, which she accepted, and lifted both of us to our feet.

"Thank you… Thank you so much… You… I… He was going to…" she babbled frantically, clearly terrified of the man.

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Hey, hey, hey. It's alright now. He's not going to hurt you anymore. You just need to do exactly as I instruct. Alright?" I said to her softly, and calmly, making sure not to amp her up any further

"I… Okay. Yes. I'll do whatever it is." she said quickly

"Okay, go to the police station, and report that he tried to rape you. If they ask how he got knocked out, tell them that you pushed him off, and he crashed into the wall. That way it will seem believable, compared to his injuries. Alright?"

"Yes. I will do that." she agreed

"Okay, good." I nodded, "If he ever bothers you again, don't be afraid to go to me or the police. Remember, we're here to help."

She smiled at me slightly and nodded, "Thank you…. So much. For everything." she said, her eyes beginning to fill up with tears once again.

"Hey, don't sweat it, alright? I do this all the time. It's my job. Protecting people, that is." I told her with a gentle, and sincere smile.

"Well you certainly do a good job at it." she said, fidgeting with her hands slightly

"Well thank you, Ma'am. I try my best… Now you better get going to the police. They're going to get suspicious if you don't go soon." I told her forcefully.

She nodded knowingly, and gave me one last thank you before running off down the alley, towards the police station.

I take a deep breath, and slowly let it out before making my way down the alleyway, back towards my house. I performed my usual stunt of pushing off from the building across from my window, and grabbing onto the sill. I pulled myself in the window, and closed it once I was completely inside. I quickly stripped out of my costume, and replaced it with my fuzzy purple pajamas.

"Harley?" I heard the voice of my older brother Mason call from down stairs.

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning! What do you want?" I called back to him, looking at the numbers on the clock on my nightstand, that showed it was 3:08am.

"Come down here! Elliot and I need to talk to you about something." he called back

I groaned and headed out of my room, and down the stairs. I stopped when I entered the kitchen, and saw Mason and Elliot standing there at the island in the middle of our kitchen. "What do you want guys?" I asked, annoyed

"We have something to ask you about, and you need to tell us the truth." Mason said gently, but firmly

I couldn't help but feel a bit of worry inside that they might have caught on to what I've been doing every night, but I wasn't about to give it up until I was sure the cat was out of the bag. "Umm… Sure. What is it?"

"You've been sneaking out at night haven't you?" Elliot asked seriously

I shrugged, "Yeah. So?"

"Do you even realize how dangerous that is Harley?" Mason exclaimed

"Yes. I do. But I'm 18, and I'm a sixth degree black belt in martial arts. I think I can handle myself." I told them matter-of-factly

"But, Harley. That's not the point.' Elliot said, the slight hint of pleading in his voice. "You're an attractive young girl. You never know what could happen out there."

I rolled my eyes, "Look guys, I can handle myself. Trust me."

"But…" Mason started.

"Look, it's after 3am. I need sleep, and I'm pretty sure you guys want some too. So please. Just let me go to bed." I begged, adding a small yawn in for emphasis.

Elliot sighed, shaking his head slightly, "Fine. But this isn't over."

"Okay. Fine by me. Night guys. Love you." I said quickly before jogging back up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door, and walked into the room, and flopped down on the bed, passing out as soon as my body hit the mattress.

I ran down a back alley way, scoping out the area like I usually did every night. But tonight was different, there was no criminal activity in sight. I couldn't believe it… It's never this calm. Never. It's Brooklyn, New York after all. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, careful not to get my fingers caught on the strap for my mask.

Suddenly, I heard an unusual noise coming from further into the pitch black alleyway. It was odd… It sounded like a man crying. So I ran towards the noise, and soon I found the man that I heard crying, and he was indeed crying his eyes out. I kneeled down next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Sir?" I asked carefully

He looked up at me, terror evident in his eyes. "He's back." I heard him say in a scared, German sounding accent.

"What? Who's back?" I asked him, not quite understanding.

The man took a few deep breathes before whispering, "Schmidt… Schmidt is back…"

"Schmidt? Who's that?" I asked him gently, trying to get as much information as possible.

"He… He's going to kill us all! He's going to destroy us!" the man shouted hysterically.

"Who is he?" I exclaimed, getting desperate for answers.

"Captain America…. Captain America!" the man shouted, he breathing getting more choked up.

"Sir… Calm down…" I commanded to him firmly, "What about Captain America? Is he the one that's going to destroy us?"

"No… He is!" he said, his eyes going wide as his hand points past me.

I turned quickly to see what could easily be the scariest thing I've ever seen. There was a huge flaming, red skull. I couldn't believe what I was seeing…

"Schmidt!"

"Schmidt?" I asked, still in shock from what was happening, "Where is Schmidt's base? Where can I find him?"

"Old warehouse… Edge of the city…" the man forced out, barely able to speak anymore. "Schmidt! Red Skull! That's him!" the man shouted fearfully, "Captain America is our only hope!" he shouted before suddenly everything went black.

I quickly shot up as I was forced awake. What the hell… That was the weirdest dream ever… But maybe it wasn't just a dream… Maybe it was a message. Maybe… Oh god.