A/N: I came up with this idea after reading Captain America #25-27. I hope you enjoy it.

The day that had welcomed Steve and his family had been a beautiful one. The sky was a perfect baby blue and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Steve Rodgers had taken his wife Sharron and his daughter out into the country side for a well needed and deserved vacation and it had happened to fall on their daughter's sixth birthday.

Sharron had been working on a cake all day and when Steve had walked into the kitchen last he had seen her covered in flour and the kitchen of the small get way house was a mess. Steve stood there for a moment or two and couldn't help but laugh at his wife. He tried so hard not to so much as crack a smile but he couldn't help it. He loved how she was so determined to make this cake for their daughter and yet she couldn't seem to get any of the mixings into the bowl itself.

"What are you laughing at?" Sharron asked as she tried to dust off her face and apron but it only made things worse. She had flour in her hair, egg all over her hands, and she had just spilt a cup of milk on the floor when Steve had walked in. This was not a good time for him to walk in on her but he didn't seem to care.

"You, Sharron. You look so cute." Steve said with a smile but the smile faded when his wife shot him daggers and so he simply closed the door and left her alone. He knew that if looks could kill, Sharron's death glare would have killed him faster than anything the Red Skull could ever have thrown at him. So he traveled the short distance from the kitchen door to the living room where he saw his daughter, Ray on the floor coloring on some paper.

"What are you drawing sweetie?" he asked as he sat down beside her and saw her pull out blue, red and white crayons but when he tried to look at what she was drawing, she pulled it away and coved it with her arms.

"I'm not done yet daddy!" She said with a giggle in her voice. She didn't want her dad to see what she was drawing because it was a surprise for him. She had been up for a little bit working on the drawing and she wanted it to be just right before she let him see it. Ray used a few more colors all the while keeping an eye on her dad to make sure that he wasn't trying to look at her picture.

Finally it was finished.

"Done daddy." Ray exclaimed as she held the picture up to show him. She was grinning from ear to ear as she busted with joy that she had made a special picture for her dad. Steve looked at the picture and saw five stick figures. One of which was done in black with a little red. Another was done in yellow and red, one in blue and white and one done in red, white and blue. The smallest stick figure was done in all the colors and Steve figured that that was suppose to be Ray.

"Who is that?" Steve asked pointing to the stick figure in black. Even through he knew who all the stick figures were suppose to be, it was a fun little game for her to tell him who everyone was suppose to be.

"Aunt Natasha." She said and Steve smiled. Ray had come to call Tony, Natasha and nearly everyone that Steve had been associated with in the avengers aunt or uncle. They were her family and thats how she saw them and that was just fine with him.

"What about the red and yellow one?"

"Uncle Tony." Ray said and then she said, "This one is mommy and then this one..." Ray said but just as she was pointing to the red, white and blue figure, there was a knock at the door. Steve got up off of the floor to answer it but just as soon as he had answered it there were gun shots and he fell to the ground.

As the six year old sat there screaming at the top of her lungs upon hearing the gun shots, she watched her father's body fall to the floor. Blood from the wounds spilling on to the tile floor where he lay and his white button down t-shirt had turned scarlet red. Ray had no idea what to do, yet alone what was going on. All she knew was that her daddy was lying on the ground not moving and she wanted to go to him but she couldn't. She looked up from her father and saw a man walk into the room. He was very nicely dressed in a black suit and shinny black leather shoes. The gun that he had just used was in his right hand and for a split second he pointed it at Ray.

"Well hello there." Said the man. For the first time Ray managed to look at his face and saw that it wasn't normal. He was the man with the red skull that she had heard her father talking about one night. He tried to touch her but a voice stopped him.

"Get the hell away from my daughter, Lukin."

Ray looked from the man with the red skull to the voice that belonged to her mom and saw that she too held a small gun and was pointing it at the red skull man. Ray ran to her mother and hid behind her, closed her eyes and wished that all this would go away but that wasn't going to happen.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She heard her mother say.

"I've come for the girl." The man said in a deep voice that scared Ray half to death.

"Like hell your gonna take her!!" Sharron said and then Ray heard three gun shots. She opened her eyes and saw that her mother had fallen on top of her father's body and that the man with the Red Skull was clutching his chest. Ray ran to her parents bodies, knelt down and cried.

"Mommy!! Daddy!!" She cried trying to get them to respond to her but they wouldn't. She didn't understand what had happened or why but all she knew was that she was alone. She looked up for a moment and saw the man who had done this. The Red Skull man didn't say anything to her but instead of doing the same thing to her, he left and closed the door behind him.

"Mommy!! Daddy!! I don't wanna be alone!!"

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