Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Marvel Universe except for my own original character, Teddy Bergara. Who, I named while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved, so there's nothing really special about his name in general. I just like Teddy, and I was watching Buzzfeed Unsolved.

And so, Teddy Bergara born.


Teddy Bergara looked out the window and found how gloomy it was, there were no sunshine from the cloud, and it was a perfect day for him. He stared down at the clothes he was wearing, and it felt wrong. Probably it was the colours, he decided suddenly. His reflection didn't look right because he was wearing the wrong color. The colors, of course it was the colors, Teddy decided suddenly. Granted, the colours were too cherry for him, his white shirt he wears under a bright red jacket screaming happiness about it. But he wasn't in all black, and that felt wrong. He should still be wearing black; he should still be mourning.

Soon, he would be in another bedroom that wasn't his, but it wouldn't be in his aunt home anymore, it would be the house of a surprisingly grandfather he had never met before and lived in all the way in Brooklyn. It was a strange thought, moving all the way from Washington D.C to Brooklyn and to live with a stranger he didn't know existed until recently. A living relative, thee only living relative which was a surprise, called Steve Rogers. He was found recently, on an ice and also on the database when he updated his current living relative which was him; and to put it simply, Steve Rogers is his great grandfather. Although he was a family, practically he was just a stranger. In conclusion, they are making him live with a stranger.

In a way, he was not exactly a total stranger to the world, he was and is a hero. He was Captain America, the first Avengers or what history said how he was actually the first superhero who was created to fight the Nazis. He fought in the World War II with his grandma Peggy, had a secret child with her, disappeared, turned into a giant popsicle, and then fought again in the Battle of New York. But in his life, he was just a stranger to him.

A sudden vibration felt on his foot that made him jump, clearing his train of thought. It was a clear signed there was someone at the door.

"Come in," Teddy said, the voice that came out of his mouth felt weird for him. He stepped away from the dirty window as the door opened. It was his social worker, Jessie.

"Are you ready to go?" Jessie signed. His outfit was as grey as Teddy's mood.

Instead of signing back or verbally answering him, Teddy just grabbed both of his backpack and duffle bag. It wasn't terribly heavy; he just didn't have much stuff. He didn't see a point to have a lot of stuff with him as he only took a few things from the apartment that was important to him. Growing up, he never has a lot of toys or fancy new outfits, money was a tough thing for them and it would always be spending on food, school, sometimes even ice cream.

"I'll be staying with you until you board," Jessie signed to him as he walked beside him down the hall.

"You don't need to," Teddy replied dully.

"I know, and I trust you," Jessie told him. He sighed, "But it's protocol, and rules are rules."

"You think I'm going to run away?" Teddy scoffed, amused by the suggestion. He aggressively signed. "You do know I have nowhere to go?"

"I said I trust you-"

"But the system doesn't," Teddy looked at Jessie who gave him a small, sympathetic smile. The smile was an apology, or at least Teddy read it as such. Sorry that the system doesn't trust you, sorry your grandmother is dead, and now you're going to live with a super soldier who apparently was related to you but you never even know him in person, nor your family even mentioned his name.

Sorry that everything is suck.

Jessie didn't actually say any of that. Instead, he gave him that small sympathetic smile. That, and a hand on Teddy's back that he hates so much. It didn't seem like much but it meant to be a comforting or something, but he hates it because he doesn't need comforting, he doesn't need sympathy, he doesn't need stupid condolence from everyone who knows about his grandmother. He doesn't need anything from anyone.

"S-T-E-V-E," Teddy spells out with his fingers. "Will he meet me on the other side?" He asked, forming a simple 'side' signed.

"Yes, you'll meet your grandfather there" Jessie replied to him. "If there's change, then he'll let you know."

Teddy grimaced at the signing of grandfather and apparently Jessie noticed it.

"Don't be like that," Jessie signed, "He is your grandfather and that makes you, his grandson. Whether you like it or not, he is your family."

"I know," Teddy rolled his eyes. "It just felt weird calling him grandfather when he doesn't even look like in his sixties' or something."

"Well at least you have someone really famous in your family." Jessie signed back. "Besides, wouldn't be cool to have a grandfather who can jumped and push up till a hundreds?"

Teddy shrugged and continued to walked. Down the stairs, the past offices and out of the door to the car parked out front, the feeling of glad to be rid of this place but nervous about leaving creeped through his chest; honestly he didn't want to move away to Brooklyn. If he was being honest, it was better for him to live with Aunt Sharon and probably Aunt Tasha since she is practically a family too, right? He knows there wasn't any family left in his father side, but there's still no reason for them to send him away across the state just to lives with his supposed new found family. Besides, living with them means he would still be in D.C rather moving away to Brooklyn.

The car ride was too long and over much sooner than Teddy would have liked. Going through the boarding pass and waiting for his plane didn't take any time at all. Saying goodbye to Jessie was a meaningless formal handshake that lasted longer than a normal handshake would, but was dropped far too soon. He knows Jessie wanted to hug him, he knows but he doesn't want to at the moment. Handshakes would just be enough for them. Even though the plane ride was about an hour long, it was much shorter than he would have preferred.

Everything around him happened too fast for him.

He hated it.

A jetlagged Teddy, who had been unable to sleep on the flight, because of a weird ringing that produced by his hearing aids. He did turn it off, but it didn't help the turbulence they had and the rumbling feeling in the plane. Following the line of people shuffling off the aircraft, exhaustion had settled into his bones, but his mind was alert. Jessie wasn't there to give small, sympathetic smiles. Teddy was on his own and he didn't want to admit it, but it was somehow scary.

He stood by the carousel, waiting for his duffle bag feeling his glasses were soggy and dirty. Taking it off, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it off and finally putting it on, as he suddenly spotted a family sat not far from him probably from their holiday looking tired but happy; happy because it's probably their first holiday, or happy because their sons were laughing happily and babbling about the thing they did on their holiday, while hugging their parents.

It must be nice, to have a family like that.

In a moment, he suddenly felt someone were tapping his shoulder lightly, turned around he saw a tall broad man with blonde hair, wearing a plaid shirt under a brown military jacket, and eyes so blue they seemed fake. He had an aura of leadership and stern soldier man, with a kindness around him that seemed scary yet comforting.

Teddy looked at him, going through a checklist in his head: sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and tall broad body that seemed a bit intimidating. "Steve Rogers?"

His voice sounded heavy and had a several speech impediments that were never addressed. It was not that odd of course, he learned on a lot of sign language, and he would use his mouth on a few occasion, for example when he got no notebook or his phone died. In which that the case now, his forgot to charge his phone on his way and now it died and he forgot his notebook at the plane earlier when the flight attendant asked him how he was doing.

"Yes! You must be Teddy Bergara," Steve pointed at him. He rubs his neck awkwardly. "I guess; you know who I am. I'm Steve Rogers."

Teddy smiled. It didn't reach his eyes but it was an improvement.

He looked around almost looking away but Steve tapped him again and signed, "How's the flight?"

Teddy raised his eyebrows, amazed that his uncle knows sign language, at least this mean he doesn't need to look at his face; with his height, it's a bit tiring for his neck. He noticed how he still has doubt on the singing and a bit sloppy but he understood completely what he means, giving a small smile at him, he thumbs up and raised his eyebrows as he pointed towards Steve.

Steve felt himself smiled back as he tried to think of more signs he knew, there was a lot but most of it was the basic, they used it all the time in the war but it was of course different, a different time and different period as well. Clint helped a lot, he gave Steve a lot of books to read about sign language, video, and a private learning session when they're on or off mission, they even do it on mission, signaling for Clint when or when to shot or what he need to do, it was much more effective on a long range mission where they need to split up and not to compromise them.

"How much sign you do know?" Teddy asked him.

"I know a little sign language," Steve signed back, then signed the word, 'sorry', by rubbing his fist on his chest, knuckles touching in a clockwise circle.

"No, it's not bad," Teddy signed to him. He smiled at Steve, maybe this wasn't so bad after all. "You're good for knowing a little, you should learn more."

"Thank you," Steve told him. It seemed the ice cracked slightly, he gave a small smile and Teddy sent one back.

He said nothing in response, not seeing any need to. An awkward silence quickly settled and Steve cleared his throat. "So um, the bag, want me to get it?"

"I can handle it."

Steve put his hands up in surrender. "I'm sure. Alright then, let's head out shall we?"

Again, feeling no need to say or signed anything, he didn't. Instead, Teddy gestured for Steve to lead the way. He followed him out to his car and tossed his duffle bag into the boot before sliding into the passenger seat. It felt strange being on the wrong side, and he wondered if he was going to feel this way for the rest of his life.


That's the end of second chapter.

I hope to not insult anyone for those who reads this.

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