A/N: I do not own Inuyasha or the Avengers.

Also, this story will be taking place in the first Avengers time frame.

Last thing, hopefully I'm not disappointing anyone, but this story will be a Kagome/ Steve Rogers pairing.

I stood in fear. Frozen in place by those horrifying dark eyes. Screams echoed around me calling my name but I couldn't move. I knew would die if I didn't but I couldn't help it. God those eyes. The being smirked as if knowing the effect he had on me. As if he could smell my fear maybe even taste it. And he probably could. Skin red as blood canines and talons long enough to slice threw me. I wouldn't last a second.

"Kagome!" I couldn't figure out who had called my name. It didn't matter for no one could help. Inuyasha could've any other night but tonight was the new moon and he was human. Sango and Kilala were off to the side protecting a fallen Miroku who had taken too many poison wasps inside his wind tunnel. And Shippo God where was Shippo.

I was out of arrows too many used on the low-level demons who had lead the attack. I wouldn't have been able to use them either way much too paralyzed with fear. His arm reached out for me claws flexing aiming for the killing blow and dammit I couldn't move. Why! Move! I scream to myself. Internally begging myself to do something.Anything.

As the hand came closer my fingers began lifting to do what I had no idea. Pausing I felt my heart drop as I saw Shippo run in front of me. Arms extended as he stood tall attempting to use his little body to block my form. The blow would kill him. He will die because I was too weak to move. Little Shippo who I promised to protect was now standing in front of me ready to protect me knowing he will die by doing so.

Desperation fueling me my arms began rising a flicker of pink light forming at the tips of my fingers. Building in strength I put all the energy I had left. I will not let him die. Not for me.Not like this.

Releasing the energy, I watched as it soared towards the frightening creature reaching his hand and watching as the blast rapidly disintegrated flesh. Blinded by the pink blast the last thing I heard were the screams of a dying demon.

Jolting upright and frantically glancing around I find myself in my apartment bedroom. Pressing a hand on top of my pounding heart I try to ignore the feel of sweat rolling down my neck and the tears streaming down my cheeks. It had been three days since the news of Captain America coming out of the ice. And along with America's cheers came the dreams. Some were pleasant, a reminder of another time filled with laughter and smiles but with it also came the horrors. The nightmares, of another time filled with death, fear, and turmoil. I wish I could tell myself that it was just a nightmare that it hadn't happened. To tell myself to go back to bed. But it wouldn't be true. That wasn't a dream it was a memory. One that I wish I could burry deep into my subconscious. But I knew, that memory would stay with me forever.

"Shit." Running a hand through my hair cringing at the dampness of it I relinquish any hope of sleeping in Glancing at the clock the numbers 6:37 blink back at me. Getting up and making my way towards the restroom I begin washing my face. Hoping to do away with the feelings the dream evoked. I need to run I quickly decide. Running always helped. Quickly getting changed I began to make my way outside. Running always brought me back to the past but in a good way. I could even close my eyes and imagine fresh green grass, tall trees, and the smell of clean air. The streets were empty. It was the weekend and no one in their right mind would be up this early. I picked up the pace letting the fresh morning breeze play with my bangs. That dream my mind began wondering reliving it once more. That day had changed me. It changed the outlook I had. Yes, I knew death was always a knock away on the other side of the door but never had I ever realized just how close it was. It made me change the way I viewed myself. It made me face reality. Besides Shippo, I was the weakest link. I was an untrained Miko running around in a school uniform in a timeline that I didn't belong in. Arrows the only means I had of protecting myself and even then, I didn't always hit the mark. Inuyasha could not always be there. Sango, Kilala, Miroku, even little Shippo would not always be there to help. I needed to become stronger. I remember waking up the next morning the first face I saw was Shippo and I couldn't control myself. Sobs burst through my lips, a mantra of I'm sorry tumbled out and no matter how much Shippo had smiled or tried to reassure me I knew I could've lost him and it would've been my fault. And from the tears flooding his eyes I knew he knew. And that killed me.

"Miroku.." Silence fell around the camp, it was the first word I had spoken after this morning.

"Yes, Lady Kagome." All eyes were on me.

"I want you train me. You too Sango." Words of protest were spoken along with words of comfort and reassurance.

"Do it." Everyone stilled. No one expecting him to readily agree. Glancing at Inuyasha who was staring Miroku down. His face set not in its usual scowl but eerily calm. He then turned his gaze towards me face contorting.

"We almost lost you. Shippo too. I couldn't help you. I couldn't..."

"We almost lost you" he repeated. No one knew what to say. I was relieved. I thought he would put up more of a fight.

"Ok." Miroku relented.

"We'll start tomorrow. After a night's rest and your energy returns."

"Miroku will take the mornings while I will train you during the evening." Sango agreed.

"Thank you." I breathed out. Relived they had not fought me over this. Rest came easy that night. Closing my eyes hopeful for a better tomorrow. I will get stronger I vowed.

Starting to slow down and easing to a walk I notice the sun beginning to peak through the tress as people began bustling around. Shops beginning to open for the day. Spotting a familiar taco truck, I felt my stomach rumble. Walking up and seeing the owner peeking his head out his smile kind and welcoming. After ordering and receiving my breakfast taco I walk to the nearest bench sitting under a tree and enjoying the slight breeze it provided. Despite it being a rough morning I felt like it was going to be a good day. Looking up I paused squinting towards the museum on the other side of the street. They were setting up a new exhibition. Excitement taking over I make my way over internally wondering what would be featured. As someone who had lived through history I became fascinated with it. Stopping in front of the museum and seeing someone bringing over a cardboard figure I shifted to let him pass only to freeze after seeing what the figure was. Or rather who. It was a man in a blue suit with a white star adoring the chest. Red and white stripes decorated his middle and a blue mask completing the look. A mixture of emotions swirled within me. It was him, the infamous Captain America. Well at least in cardboard form.

"Captain America." Whipping my head to my left I see a young lady a bit older then me by the looks of it. Her eyes meet mines and I felt nausea flutter in my stomach. Her eyes are bright but it's the look of pure adoration that sets me off. A look of a person who just saw their idol.

"I need an exhibition on what's under his suit." She winks at me turning and leaving me alone to stare at her. Glancing back at the cardboard figure my heart clenched. This poor man. He only just woke up a few days ago and the hawks are already swarming. His face was everywhere, on tv, the newspaper, and now a museum. He was no longer a person but someone to idolize. The pressure must have had an effect. America's Hero. I couldn't imagine seeing a museum of my friends in the past. How would someone even remotely understand what we went through. I thought of Sango. How everyday was another day her brother was in the clutches of Naraku. Of the guilt she carried. No one would understand how she cried herself to sleep wondering if she could save him. Wondering if she had to kill him to do it. And now this man who might have had no one left no place to call home. He is now here to do what. Live up to America's expectations. This man was not just some new story. He was a person. No matter how much she wanted to know this man. To have someone who understood her in ways no one ever could, she would not step foot inside that museum. Walking away was easy. So easy she did not notice a hooded figure peaking out from beside the building watching her.

A/N: A big thanks to all who had reviewed and followed, I honestly was not expecting it. I'll try my best to update faster. Thank you to KEdakumi for letting me know to put a disclaimer of the time frame. And also Deadpool-girl for the helpful tips. I will try to work on it.

And I know, no interactions with the two main characters but I'm working on it.

Thanks again!