Hello all! This is an updated version of my Steve/OC story, Wreaking Havoc! I was unhappy with the opening and such so I decided to rewrite it. I hope you enjoy!

As always, all I own is my character. Everything else belongs to the MCU and Disney.

Our story starts off a few months after Winter Soldier, then jumps a year to Age of Ultron. Don't worry, all will be explained. I will also be rewriting a companion piece that will include extra moments and scenes.

My whole life, people have labeled me a problem. In high school I acted out too much, was to ready to go to the principal's office. Hell, the only reason I graduated at 16 was because my teachers didn't want to deal with me anymore. See, foster kids get stereotyped as hateful little creatures that react aggressively to what life has dealt them rather than healthily moving. The reality is no one cares about us. The system's overcrowded and too many of us end doing stupid shit because, again, no one actually cares.

So, yeah, maybe I bought into the whole stereotype. Maybe I decided to roll with life's punches and do exactly what others expected of me. I became the delinquent, the kid all the parents warn their children about.

Then Fury and Coulson found me, and set me on the path to greatness. SHIELD became my new home, and my adoptive father was quick to tell me I was not replaceable. Fury made it his mission to get me to see my own greatness, and I did. For him, and for Coulson, the men who taught me everything I know. I graduated from SHIELD at 19. I became a full-fledged agent and was stationed in NYC, my home for 16 years. Then Loki and the Chitauri invaded, and Fury told me Coulson was dead. I reacted the only way I knew how - violently. And that was my downfall.

Because while the Avengers were fighting, myself and my fellow agents were taken by the very organization we thought defeated long ago. HYDRA. They were SHIELD all along, and none of us were the wiser. My God, I felt as blind as the damn Jedi Council in the Star Wars prequels. I mean, how could we not see it?

HYDRA pretended to be SHIELD, and my team was written off as KIA. I'm sure Nick didn't truly believe it, though. Not really. I hope he remembers how strong I am.

That brings us here, in my concrete cell, a power-dampening collar around my neck. I am the sole survivor. The others - my family - were killed two years ago during the experiments. I was the only one who made it. "Our first miracle" is what Baron von Strucker and Dr. List called me. I'm gifted now. Cursed. Left to the mercy of HYDRA as the attempt to break me and turn me into an asset, just as they did with James Buchanan Barnes. They told me all about their favorite weapon, the Winter Soldier. I guess they figured I'm not going anywhere.

And I guess Fury really thinks I'm dead, because there's been no rescue attempt in the two years that passed since my supposed death. And I fear I'm running out of time.

"Twenty-five bottles of beer on the wall, twenty-five bottles of beer. You take one down, pass it around, twenty-four bottles of beer on the wall." I sing, having repeated this damn song the whole day. At least, I think it's been a day. I guess even HYDRA gives its captives breaks from torture and training. "Twenty-four bottles of beer on the wall, twenty-four bottles of beer -"

Clang.

I stop singing, turning away from the wall to stare at the door, still curled up under my thin sheets. When nothing else can be heard I sigh.

"Take one down, pass it around, twenty-three bottles of beer on the wall. Twenty-three bottles of beer on the wall, twenty-three bottles of beer. You take one down, pass it around… what the hell!" I yell out, jumping out of my bed and rolling under it as I hear bullets fly from outside my room, HYDRA agents yelling in German and English. I can't quite hear what they're saying, only shrinking more into the wall under the bed. For once I'm happy I've been underfed, thin enough to be invisible to the eye from the entrance of my spacious cell.

The shooting gets louder, and I hear men falling in pain. I pray that it's those damn HYDRA soldiers, covering my ears to muffle the loud noises. Is this it? Am I being rescued? Or is HYDRA just under attack by one of its many enemies. I mean, SHIELD fell almost three months ago. Some government agency must have picked up the slack.

The gunfire gets closer, and I hear my guards fall to the ground. Blood slides under the door, creating a small red puddle. I cover my mouth, not out of nausea but to remain quiet, just in case it's a greater threat. I almost laugh. Right now, HYDRA is my greatest threat, and someone just took care of them for me.

The door opens with a slam, and I watch as someone in brown combat boots and blue pants enters, followed by someone wearing black boots and pants. "Agent Novak. Danika. Are you in here? Fury sent us for you. I promise, we aren't here to hurt you." A gentle voice calls out, male. I snort. Right. No one means me any harm. "My name is Steve Rogers, Fury sent me to rescue you."

Without thinking I roll out from under the bed, staring up at Captain America and his black partner in surprise. "Did you just A New Hope me?" I ask, confused. The black man snorts, wearing some sort of metal backpack.

"What - oh, Star Wars." The living legend says. He looks as though he hasn't aged, even after being awake for three years. I guess the Super Soldier Serum does wonders when you're frozen for a handful of decades.

I narrow my eyes and stand up, glancing over the taller man - and I'm 5'7", so I consider myself tall. "Well, you've got the outfit. And the shield." I blow my green hair out of my face. "I don't know you."

"I'm Sam. Sam Wilson. Or Falcon. And like Steve said, we're here to save you. Fury's orders."

"Fury is dead." I glare. "I know because those assholes actually baked a cake and had a party to celebrate."

"Well, he isn't. Sorry it took so long to get here." Steve tells me, walking forward. I keep still, watching as he practically rips the collar apart, and I rub at the slightly raw skin. "He said to tell you, 'Valentino Pier fireworks'. Whatever that means."

I instantly let out a relieved breath, laughing and covering my mouth as happy tears escape my eyes. It's our code, that phrase. I grew up in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Valentino Pier was where my parents would take me for picnics and the Fourth of July. Fury and I used that in every secure message, to make sure the other person knew it was us.

"He's really alive?" I ask, voice muffled.

"Yes. Now let's get moving. Who knows if they've already begun to regroup." Sam tells us, inching towards the door. I nod and follow them, not even looking back at my prison.

We rush through the halls, then come face to face with a group of five soldiers, injured but armed. They shoot and I hold out my hands, green energy surrounding them as I stop the ammo mid-air, and the bullets fall to the ground with small clinks. Sam and Steve look at me in shock, but I simply use my other hand to send the five men flying into a wall, knocking them unconscious.

"Okay. What?" Sam asks. I laugh and we run down the hall to the facility exit.

"HYDRA has Loki's scepter. They used it to create enhanced humans. I'm the only one that survived."

"And that's how you got the green hair?" Steve asks, sending his shield out and knocking down some more soldiers. It flies back to him and he catches it.

"Mhmm. I've gotten used to it." I turn the corner with them, closing my fists before pushing my arms out, the new men all being thrown back or disarmed. "To be honest, it's always been my favorite color." I mutter, and we run out. I instantly throw my arms to cover my head, having not really been outside in the past two years. All vitamin D exposure came from the lights in my cell. Guess HYDRA couldn't have their potential weapon being deficient. Steve covers my head with his shield and leads us away and into a car, where he pulls off his mask.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Sam mutters and Steve nods, throwing me a gentle glance before driving away from Old Forge, NY.

"What's the date?" I ask, watching other cars pass us from behind tinted windows.

"March 20th."

I nod, not looking at Steve as he speaks. "Oh. Thanks."

"Why?"

"Well, HYDRA never provided me with a calendar. The days all bled together. You know, torture and training can really warp the brain." I try to joke, but my voice falls flat. "So my 24th birthday is in a month. I wonder if I'll be able to celebrate it?"

"What do you mean?" Steve asks, staring at me from the rearview mirror.

"Aren't you dropping me off somewhere? Do I have to go on the run?"

Steve shakes his head, and smiles softly. "Fury told me to take care of you. I can't do that if I let you go out on your own."

"I can handle myself. I'm a big girl." I hold up my hand and let the green energy flow around it, playing with the lock on my door.

Steve snorts. "Well, you don't have to. You're stuck with me, ma'am." Sam coughs. "Us."

Sam turns and winks at me, and I grin back. "Welcome to the family, Dee."

Family. It's good to have one again.