A young man no older than 17 lie in darkness, a light enveloping him. a voice reached out, and announced its presence.
"Harry, my master, you have a choice," the being said.
"what do you mean?" asked Harry Potter.
"as the master of death you have two choices, you can either live alone as a spectre, or you save this reality from terrible fate alongside the heroes of a generation."
"what about my friends?" harry asked desperately.
"I am sorry to say you cant see them again. My master, you must choose quickly, before its too late!" the being shouted desperately.
a lone tear escaped Harry Potter's eye, "make me a hero so i may save my friends." the being enveloped him in light and smiled, "very well, young master, you will become a hero."
and that was the last thing Harry Potter would see for a very long time.
--time skip--
Harry's eyes fluttered open to a dark and damp alleyway. Before his eyes a young man was defending him from an attacker. The first thing that Harry noticed was that he was a kitten.just my luck, huh? he thought. He stretched up and jumped upon his attacker, clawing him in the face. The man ran away after that, leaving the kitten and his defender alone. Harry looked at his defender carefully. He was short with Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and kind face. The man looked at him, "thanks, little guy," he smiled. Harry cocked his head sideways, and rubbed against the man, purring. it must have been the ananimal instincts, but he suddenly felt attached to this man. The man chuckled and picked Harry up off the ground.
"c'mon I'll get you some food." and harry was dragged away with the man and to his apartment. The man set down some chicken on the floor which, Harry licked clean up. he chuckled, "well you need a name, how about Hero?" he smiled. Harry purred in contentment.
"Hi, hero, i'm Steve!" he smiled, "Steve Rogers."