OKAY I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS MANY MANY TIMES. WHEN ARE YOU GONNA DO A CAPTIAN AMERICA AND BELLA SWAN FIC. WELL HOW ABOUT NOW!

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT!

Chapter 1

The tombstone stared down at me, taunting me with the words it held. Charles Ryan Swan, Father, and Great Police Officer. Nothing more nothing, nothing less. Billy had picked out the tombstone. I couldn't bear myself to do it. I wasn't ready to bury him. I was supposed bury him at age ninteen. I sighed and laid the yellow daisy on the grave. His funeral had been a few monthes ago but the pain that had came with his death was still there. If he had told me about the cancer, maybe I would have been more prepared. But he didn't and now I was left alone.

I couldn't stay in this town, and that was why I was leaving. I honor of my father's life though, I was doing something I never I expected I would do. I took a deep breath and looked down at my attire. There was no turning back. No that I wanted to though. I was wearing a white tank-top with the army seal on it. I was wearing camoflauged cargo pants, and black combat boots. My army button up was wrapped around my waist. My hair was pulled back, and a hat sat on top of my head. I grabbed my duffle bag and walked away from the cemetary, a last farewell going up to my father.

3 HOURS LATER

I sat on the bus staring out the window as the other woman chattered around me. You might think I was riminising about the past and what I was doing, but I wasn't. My mind was blank. I didn't have anything to think about. I looked to my left as a girl sat down next to me. A built woman with dull brown hair and green eyes. She sneered at me, and grinned.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you little girl." She said in a rough voice. Thank god the bus stopped right then. A man in a liutentute suit tromped onto the bus.

"OFF THE BUS!" He yelled. Everyone stood, their duffle slung over their shoulders. I was one of the last ones off seeing as how I was being pushed back down in my seat everytime I tried to get out in the ailse. I stood inbetween a dark haired woman and a blonde. We all stood tall, backs straight, heads forward. The man paced back and forth, sizing all of us up. I felt the man's eyes gaze at my name tag 'SWAN' and I swear he looked at me with disgust. I didn't know what that was all about, and I really didn't want to know though.

He looked down at the clipboard in his hand and he started calling off names. Each girl who was called yelled out 'present' and he would contiue down the list. When he called my name I yelled out present and he sneered at me before contiuing.

"LET'S SEE HOW WELL YOU BARBIE'S ARE IN SHAPE! DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY!" All of us did so. My being a Cheif of Police's daughter, my father made sure I was fit. So I could do fifty push-ups without fail. When I was done I stood hands behind my back, head forward. The woman who sat next to me on the bus was the first one done. The officer seemed to favor her, I could tell. He looked at me, and he frowned, as if I hadn't done what he asked.

"Already done Swan?!" He asked.

"Yes Sir." I said, keeping my voice even and loud.

"Well then drop down and give me twenty more!" He yelled, and I did as told. I could feel his gaze on me, as I did push-up after push-up. Never once did I break a sweat. When I was done I stood again. He rolled his eyes, and contiued pacing watching the other girls. I found out quickly durning the next few weeks, that no matter how well I did things, it was never good enough for him. To think it was all about a stupid grudge against my father.