Brenna's POV:

Smoke and ash all but filled the air and burned my lungs as I awoke groaning. Darkness obscured my vision as I tried to move. Movement was futile as I felt a heaviness around me. Rubble. What remained of the apartment building I lived in. It wasn't much,

But in Sokovia, not much was all there was.

My memory pulled itself together and I panicked, remembering why I had rushed home while everyone else was desperately fleeing the city.

My family. They were at home, on the top floor of the 10 storey building and so close to the fighting.

I had to get to them. I had to save them. But I couldn't do that while I was trapped.

Shifting was futile in trying to escape. In fact, it only made the rubble shift and crush me partially. I screamed in pain, and fear. Beams weighed down on my left leg and I felt the sickening stickiness of blood run down the side of my head. In instinct I cried out for help, like any other 12 year old would do.

I hoped my family would hear and come for me. Then I realised they would be trapped too.

Screaming louder I prayed for them, or anyone to come and free me. And after a good 10 minutes of crying out I felt the rubble above shifting and becoming ever so slightly lighter. Someone had heard me.

Crying louder made my mysterious rescuer quicken their pace. Streams of daylight broke through the gaps, blinding me but a relief still. I could make out a silhouette of a man, desperately clawing at the rubble to free me. He looked.. Familiar. He looked like..

"Dad!" I cried out, struggling against the beam pinning me. In that moment, I felt so relieved. My dad was alright and had come for me. My rescuer didn't respond to the name I called him, except working harder to get to me.

"Dad!" I yelped again, chocking slightly on the ashes floating around. Desperately I outstretched my hand to him, I was nearly free. The second I was free he took it and pulled me out of the debris, giving me my first look at his face.

My heart broke when I saw his face. He wasn't my dad.

His kind blue eyes looked at me with concern. I recognized him as one of the "Avengers' from America.

Yes, Captain America. That was him. He'd found me.

He asked me if I was alright. How could he think I would be in any way alright?! My family were trapped and possibly hurt!

Due to my lack of response he shook me gently, somewhat bringing me back to reality. Flinching at a nearby explosion he tried to pull me away. Which only made me struggle against him, shouting that my family were still trapped amongst the rubble.

His blue eyes locked with my green ones, his full of sympathy and regret, mine desperation and determination. He glanced at the rubble with a saddened look before carefully slinging me over his shoulder, fireman style, and running. Much to my distaste. But fighting against him was pointless because of his strength. Even kicking him in the back didn't work.

During my struggle I caught a glance of what remained of my apartment block for the first time. It wasn't just damaged, it was completely destroyed. I shook at the sight and felt the Captain's hold on me tighten. Not because he felt he was going to drop me, but as a gesture of comfort.

In that moment it hit me. My family was dead.

My hometown was destroyed. Everyone I knew was most likely dead.

I was all alone.