Aunt Natasha came about eight.

I was hitting my third punching bag when she came into the training room.

"Hey Peggy!" Aunt Natasha said. "How many is that today?"

I let my fists drop to my side. "I just started. I knocked two down yesterday."

Aunt Natasha smiled. "Are you ready to start training?"

I sighed. "Sure."

So we trained for about half of the day, in that time I had improved a lot. I had learned how to snap someones neck, do a round house kick perfectly and judo flip someone, also much more.

Aunt Natasha took a sip of water. "You improved very fast, Peggy."

I chugged my water bottle. "Thanks for helping me."

Natasha smiled. "No problem. Next time I'll bring Sophie."

I nodded as I downed my water. "I am really grateful that you even came. What happened between you and Bucky?"

Natasha set her glass down like she knew this day would come. She pulled her shirt down to show her shoulder. "He shot me here-" She lifted the edge to show her waist. "And there. He was the winter soldier though, not your Uncle Bucky."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Oh." Was all I could say.

She picked up her bag. "I must be going then." She kissed my cheek. "Keep working on your foot work." She walked out the door.

I walked back into my room. I wondered what else happened while Bucky was the Winter Soldier. Between Natasha and my Dad of course.

My Dad walked into my room. "Hey, how was training?"

I sighed. "Good, Aunt Natasha told me that-" I lowered my voice. "Uncle Bucky shot her twice."

My Dad sighed and sat on my bed, he rubbed his forehead. "Honey, that week was very very stressful. Besides, he's all better now."

I flopped down on my bed. "Do you think he remembers that?"

Dad ruffled my hair. "I think but lets forget about that for a while." He stood up and snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah, your school is re opening in two days."

I groaned and planted face first into my pillow. "I don't want to go back to school."

My Dad laughed. "Oh they found you a new art teacher anyway. Cheer up. Go hit the bag for a while then."

I groaned and dragged myself off my bed. "Okay, fine. You better start ordering more then."

My Dad laughed and walked back into the kitchen.

I walked back into the training room and hooked another punching bag onto the clip. I started hitting in the same pattern and after a few minutes, the bag flew off the wall.

So I hooked another one up as my Dad came in with his training clothes on. "How many left?"

"One." I handed him the last punching bag.

"Thanks." He set his bag up. "So, did Natasha show you how to do a round house kick?" He started punching.

"Yeah."

I watched him for a few minutes. I looked at his eyes, it looked like he wanted to punch all of his problems away.

I turned away and started swinging. When I punched, I punched away all my problem's like my Dad. I hit with the strength I had to kick that guy's knee backwards, I swung with the same might I swung my shield. My fist collided with the bag one more time, the same time my Dad's did and they both flew off the hooks.

I wiped the sweat off my brow. "Wow." I grabbed my water bottle and started unwrapping the tape from my hands.

I saw Bucky come in the room with my phone in his hands, taking pictures.

He smiled. "I thought you might want some memorys." He handed me my phone.

I took my phone and hugged him. "Thank you. Did you get the one where the punching bags both flew off at the same time?"

Bucky smiled. "Yeah and I got a picture of you guys punching at the same time."

My Dad started unwrapping the tape from his hands as well. "Well we share the same genes." He put the tape in his bag.

Bucky smiled, a real smile. "Really? I wouldn't know." He said all sarcasticly.

I stuffed the tape in my bag and set my water bottle down. "Now I just need to train with my shield."

My Dad snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! I was going set up some targets for you to practice throwing them!" He jogged into our room in the back and brought out a big metal target. "You should practice your aim."

I grabbed my shield off the floor. "Okay, fine. How does this even work?"

"Here." My Dad grabbed my shield as an example. "When you throw it, it sticks!" He threw my shield and it stuck in the center of the target. "See! Stark gave it to me."

After I retrieved my shield, I threw it straight into the center. "This is too easy." I whined.

I should've never whined. "Easy?" He clicked a button and the target started moving. "Now try."

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"Hey Peggy, are you signing up for the softball team?" Anna aproched me at school when it had re opened.

I looked at the flyer. "I don't know, maybe. Between training and saving the world, I don't think I have time."

"Oh come on." Anna pleaded me. "Please- what happened to that guy?"

My breath catches in my throat. "I think that's the guy that I kicked his knee backwards."

Anna looks at me funny. "Are you serious? That doesn't sound like you unless he's a bad guy."

I sigh and rub my forehead as we get closer to the guy. "It sounded like he wanted to rape me." I muttered.

Anna sighed. "Couldn't you have just yelled and pushed him. Not kick his figgen knee backwards."

I turned to face her. "What would my Dad do?"

She thought for a moment. "He would've took his shield, held it up to his face and punch it as hard as he could."

"Right." I said. "That would've killed him. Is mine worse or better?"

Anna sighed. "Better-"

"Oh my poor baby! What happened to you!" Rylen ran up and kissed the man with the backwards knee.

Anna made a growling noise in the back of her throat. "She's is dating him?"

"Tyler? Who did this to you?" Her voice sounded full of fake concern.

Tyler locked eyes with me in the crowd. "Peggy Rogers."

Rylen didn't seem so surprized. "Of course she did." She marched over to me. "Peggy, you bitch." She pushed me.

I didn't fall over but I stumbled. "I'm the bitch? Says the girl who's father tried to take over the world. He killed eighty people in two days. Destroyed half of New York and killed Phil Coulson." I narrow my eyes at her.

Rylen's face went white. "You think that was my fault? He was mad at his family!"

A crowd had surrounded us now.

Anna's face turned red. "He's adopted."

Rylen turned to Anna. "Oh stay out of it." She turned back to me. "You think your so special. Just because your Dad's Captain America doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to the people I love!"

Now that made me angry. "You think I can do whatever I want because of who my Dad is? You should be thrown in the stockade! Pardon my French, but you're so wound up, if you stuck a lump of coal up your ass in two weeks it'll be a diamond." I finished.

Rylen looked like she wanted to murder me. "Ferris Bueller? Oh nice. Well you can go piss up a flag pole then."

I clenched my fists. "Well if you haven't noticed, I am not a boy. I couldn't tell with you."

Rylen's face turned red. "Didn't your Mommy ever tell you that it's rude to insult people?"

I felt like punching her in the face. "No because she's dead. Why insult my Mom when you can insult your boyfriend. How many is that this week, three? Four?"

Tyler burst through the crowd. "Hey, that's not nice! She isn't a whore!" He tried to defend his 'true love'.

I turned to the on lookers. "How many of you boys have dated Rylen Delcruz?"

Several boys raised their hands. I counted fifteen. "Fifteen-" The bell rang.

Rylen looked me in the eye. "This isn't over Rogers. Me, you after school." She walked away.