The 1930's and 40's were not the best time for the world. War was brewing throughout the world, ensnaring the European countries, and slowly clasping at the other countries around the world. America was bought into the war after Pearl Harbor, drafting men where ever they could. Men who were not accepted into the war often breathed a sigh of relief over not being forced to fight and die for their country with a legitimate reason, but one did not. Steve Rogers tried again and again to join the U.S army. Every time he was rejected. It didn't faze him and he continued to try.
Women during this time where often sending off their loved ones and working in factories to help supply their armed forces with ammunition. But a few were working alongside their men.
None were allowed on the battle field to fight. Some nursed, some flew planes and gathered intelligence. Agent Peggy Carter worked with the S.S.R helping to create a new breed of soldiers.
Our tale follows one Brianna 'Birdie' Moore. A young girl who cared little for war or fighting, but did her part none the less.
Birdie was born and raised in Brooklyn alongside her two childhood friends, James 'Bucky' Barnes and Steve Rodgers. She grew up in a relatively poor family. Her father had been injured severely in the Great War making it impossible for him to get work and her mother working as a seamstress. Her father would often not leave their two room apartment for days on end, drinking himself in to a spiral of disappear. During these times Birdie would wonder the streets.
At a relatively young age she met Steve Rodgers, the man who would one day be Captain America. Even at the tender age of 9 Birdie knew he would one day be great.
She met him after her she had escaped from her father yelling at her mother in a drunken rage. She had been walking down one of the back allies that were around her house, not to far that she couldn't run home, but far enough that no one would hear her scream. And scream she did.
Boys from her school had never been nice to Birdie. She wasn't the prettiest or most sociable girl at her school. Birdie spent most of her time with her head between the pages of a book. For that most of the school believed that Birdie thought herself above everyone.
Three or four boys from Birdie's class had seen her wondering around the alleyways. As soon as they caught sight of her heading down one of the darker ones their eyes turned dark and their smiles wicked. Bumping each other on the shoulders they followed after the small girl, their intentions dark.
"Well, well, well if it ain't the little book worm," one of the biggest boys, by the name of Kyle Rosen. Called out.
Swivelling around so fast her head spun Birdie came face to chest with the large boys. Gulping down her nerves, Birdie steeled herself to make a break for it.
"Hello Kyle. How are you today?" Birdie asked in a voice that she couldn't stop quivering.
Seeing the girls discomfort Kyle, the leader of the boys, smile grew in size.
"Oh you know, not too bad, not too bad at all. You? How you doin'?"
"I'm fine. But I believe my mother would like me back, so if you'll excuse me….."
Birdie turned around intent on heading home as fast as she could and hiding out with her next door neighbour till her father calmed down.
"Not so fast Girly," Devon Philips said as he grabbed Birdie's wrist. Yelping at the sudden contact Birdie began to struggle out of instinct before realizing that the boy was too strong for her.
"What do you want Kyle?" she asked, eyes down cast and voice small. This wasn't the first time the boys had picked on her and it wouldn't be the last.
"Nothing Birdie just trying to have a friendly chat before you tried to skip out on us. Wasn't very friendly of you," Kyle sneered as he strutted up to Birdie and grabbed her chin. "Reckon you'll be pretty in a few years. Lovely teeth you got there. They your grown up ones?"
"Yes."
"Wouldn't look so pretty without them I reckon. Mabbe I help you get rid of some of your baby teeth?"
"What have I ever done to you Kyle to hate me so?"
"All up on your high-horse. Never give the rest of us the time of day. You need to be bought down a peg!" Kyle growled as he swung his fist at her. For a moment after his fist hit her face Birdie was suspended, before pain rushed throughout her body and she cried out in pain as she crumbled in on herself.
Quivering in a bubbling mess Kyle began to kick her. His friends cheering him on but not engaging in the act. Crying Birdie bit her lip, the taste of metal ran through her mouth and she knew she was bleeding.
After a few minutes of this her body went numb to the pain, just waiting for it to end. She could hear Kyle starting to pant and thought he was running out of breath and would leave her alone soon. Then she could go home and get Ms. Pebble to fix her up and her mother needn't kno-
"Oi! Leave her alone!" Someone shouted from the start of the ally. Kyle stopped , his leg raised and foot aimed for her stomach before slowly, turning around.
Birdie herself risked lifting her head up to stare at her would be saver. And was rather disappointed to see a boy smaller then her with light blonde hair.
Sighing she knew the boy was in for the same torture she had been going through and then some. While Kyle was the only one willing to hit a girl, his friends had no worries hitting a meddling boy.
"This is none of your business Rodgers. Turn around and get lost," Andrew Anderson called out to the boy. For a moment Birdie thought he would do what was best for both of them and walk away. But he stood firm.
"Leave her alone Rosen. I doubt she's done anything to you and even if she had you should know better than to hit a girl," 'Rodgers' called out.
"It's your funeral Rodgers. Boys," with that the three that had just been loitering about rushed 'Rodgers' and dragged him further into the alleyway. "Looks like you got a boyfriend Birdie," Kyle sneered, causing the boys to laugh. "Figures you couldn't do any better than Rodgers. Couple of oddballs you are."
For the next five or ten minutes grunts and screams of pain rang throughout the alleyway. Just as the world began to go black around her, Kyle pulled away from Birdie.
"Alright boys, I think they've learned their lessons. Let's get going."
As the four boys left Birdie heard a grunt from 'Rodgers,' her would be saviour.
"You alright miss?" he called out, right before he began coughing up blood.
"B-better shape then you."
Birdie slowly began to uncurl herself from her little ball before slowly lifting herself to her feet. Wobbling slightly she walked over towards 'Rodgers' who was still spread out on the floor.
Slowly, wincing all the while, Birdie lowered herself next to 'Rodgers.' Running her hand slowly over the boys side, she felt him wince for a moment before stilling her body.
"I don't think anything's broken, but you might want another's opinion….. Why did you help me?" Birdie asked after a moment.
"Because they were picking on someone smaller than them. Also you should never hit a dame-I mean girl."
Laughing lightly Birdie winced as she felt something throb under her skin.
"I'm Steve by the way. Steve Rodgers."
"Brianna Moore. But people call me Birdie. Nice to meet you Steve."
"Nice to meet you Birdie."
It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
(I'm not too sure if I like this all too much. I've only written the first chapter but I think I could do something good with it if I kept going. But I'm not sure if I should. What do you guys think? It might be a Steve/OC or a Bucky/OC or just an OC. I'm not sure. Leave some comments on what you guys think.)