The American Son

*Captain America II AKA Steven Grant Rogers III portrayed by Mike Vogel.

Chapter 1

Metropolis

Metropolis. One of the largest and most well-known cities in the US. Mostly because it's the adopted home of Metropolis' favorite son, Superman. It wasn't just the home of Superman but the home of so many including the 3rd generation Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers III picked up the torch where his father left it and joined the military to be a driving force. To be someone who could continue the legacy and help to keep America safe without the use of the superpowered beings like Superman, Wonder Woman, The Flash etc. He had no problem with them. None. In fact, he actually admired the heroes but he hated the idea that the humans couldn't do anything. He hated the feeling of being obsolete. The feeling drove him to excel in the military helping him earn the rank of Captain just like his grandfather. It was more than evident that he was gonna be stuck in his grandfather's shadow. He wanted to desperately to be better. He didn't just want to be known as a second-rate version of the original Steve Rogers, instead he wanted to be the new and improved Steve Rogers to leave his own Legacy and that's something he was gonna do.

Steve woke up from his slumber in his queen size bed in his one bedroom, one bath apartment in downtown Metropolis. The 6'2, Caucasian male rose up from his bed and grunted as he began stretching to start his day off. He popped his neck and made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the day. He looked up staring at his refection. His ocean blue eyes trailed up and down taking note of his strong jawline, the cleft in his chin, the light stubble he had on his face, his short, wavy dirty blonde hair. His toned body showing the evident work he had put into the gym. There was a knock at his door taking his attentions off his reflection making him frown as he walked out of the bathroom and walked to his front door. He swung his door open landing his eyes on his current girlfriend, Stephanie McKay. Stephanie had tanned skin with black hair with green eyes. She had a tall, athletic built with a curvaceous body.

"Hey stud." She said in a seductive tone as she leaned up against the doorway. She was struggling to stand and was reeking of alcohol making him sigh as he stepped to the side allowing her to walk in.

This was a frequent thing for her. She was always up at the earlier parts of the morning in bars. Ironically that's where he met 3 months ago. And there were casual hook-ups here and there and dates between the two.

Stephanie stood up on her tip toes and gave him a kiss before stumbling over to the couch.

"Why don't you come on out here and sit down with me?" She slurred as she patted the seat down next to her.

"Steph, I'm not gonna play this game with you. Go get in the bed. I'll have some medicine on the nightstand for you when you wake up." She exhaled as she stood up to her and walked over to him stumbling but he caught her and kept her on her feet.

"And I was gonna let you get some." She slurred out as he guided her to the bed. She undressed herself and slid into his bed wrapping herself in the blankets.

"Just what I get for being the good boyfriend." He muttered walking over to his closet taking out some clothes to wear after his shower.

(!)

Steve stepped out of the bathroom as he ran towel through his short wavy hair. He wore a pretty basic outfit: dark blue jeans, brown boots, blue V-neck that seemed to hug his biceps. He looked at his girlfriend with a smile before he walked out of his bedroom grabbing his brown leather jacket off the couch. He picked up his set of keys off the kitchen island and walked out of the front door making sure to lock it on the way out.

Today was Steve's day off from his job. What was his job? Well, that was actually classified but it was something military related. Something that would allow him to use his specialized skills to help protect the country he loved and protect the innocent. But Steve had planned to relax a bit before he had to go back to work and be the captain he was known to be once more.

Steve walked towards elevator and pressed the down button on his elevator waiting for the elevator doors to open. As he stood there, a blonde woman in pink nurse scrubs walked over to him standing next to him.

"Morning." Steve said turning his head looking at the nurse standing next to him. In today's society, it was looked at as odd for complete strangers to greet, speak to each other or even help each other. There was a time when you were expected to help your fellow neighbor or help your fellow man in need but now, people had gotten so selfish that the idea of talking to someone or helping someone you didn't know was looked down upon.

"Morning. Mr. Rogers." The nurse responded making Steve chuckle as he looked down at the ground.

"No one's called me that in a while." He smiled flashing his naturally straightened pearly whites.

"Well, I guess respect is a lost thing nowadays."

"Unfortunately, so, my Grandma Peggy would kill me and so would Grandpa Steve."

"I gotta ask, how does it feel to be the grandson of the famous Captain America." He chuckled once more. It was something he got asked constantly and honestly it was a lot to live up to. No matter what he would do he would always be compared to his grandfather which wasn't really a bad thing, it was more of a source of motivation for him. Being related to the great Captain America gave him something to work harder for. He had broken records his grandfather held and had gotten multiple awards and ribbons in only 12 years of service.

"You'd think I know after getting asked that question all the time. Truth is, I don't really have an answer. I guess motivating if I had to give one. I want to be as good as he is but truth be told that's impossible when you're in the shadow of the greatest American solider in history."

"Thoughtful answer. Well, I'll see you around." The blonde nurse said smiling before she walked out of the open elevator's doors into the lobby of the apartment building. Steve exhaled and pulled out a pair of shades and putting them over his eyes before he walked out of the elevator into the lobby. He greeted the receptionist at the front desk with a smile and a nod. He walked out to his black Harley Davidson Street Bob motorcycle parked out front.

"That's a nice bike you got there, young man." Steve heard an aged man with silver hair and a silver mustache with a pair of sunglasses say as he was walking along the sidewalk.

"Thank you, sir." Steve said getting on his bike and turning on the ignition making the pipes roar before he took off down the streets of Metropolis.

(!)

Steve parked his bike right outside of the two-story townhouse in Mount Royal in Queensland Park, Metropolis. This was the home he spent most of his free time at when he could. Oddly enough being with Grandma Peggy and Grandpa Steve was better than being with his father Steve Jr and his mother Sharon. Steve Jr was so focused on being a successful politician attempting to get his way up to Presidency. Currently he was the Secretary of Defense for the President and his mother, well, Sharon Ross-Rogers was focused on trying to do a good job as the director of the CIA. They weren't focused on being the parents they should've been but focused on their careers.

Steve smiled as he walked up to the front door of the town home. He knocked on the door waiting for someone to open it patiently as he tapped his foot on the ground. After a few seconds, a red-headed nurse came to door.

"Hey Steve."

"Hey Alice, how's she doing today?"

"Good, although she's seen better days. You wanna see her?"

"No, not today. I don't want to start her up today." It pained Steve to see his grandmother in her condition. Her Alzheimer's was a strong case. At times, she forgot who her own husband was or worse, forgot who her grandson was.

"Is the old man up?"

"Yeah, he's in the garage working."

"Let me guess. The Harley?"

"You know it. You wanna see him?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind." He said as he stepped inside of the house. He smiled as he walked through the house that acted as his family home growing up in his life time. He walked on his way to the garage but stopped momentarily seeing a picture of all of the Roger's men together smiling. He looked it proudly before placing it back down on the table he picked it up from. He soon walked into the garage to see his grandfather working on his motorcycle.

"Still working?"

"Yep, I got nothing better to do so why not."

"You let me take a look at it and it might be fixed."

"Truth be told, nothing's wrong with it. I take it apart and put it back together just so I have something to do."

"Fair."

"So what is my favorite grandson doing here?"

"I'm your only grandson, grandpa."

"That may be true but I just like saying it. What bring you by?"

"Just in the neighborhood."

"Now, I know that's not true you live 45 minutes away in New Troy. Why are you here?"

"I don't know really. I guess I came for advice."

"It must be something important if you had to come to me for it."

"It is."

"But first, I gotta ask how'd you feel after you gave up the shield."

"Honest answer?" He simply nodded as a response to his grandfather's question making his grandfather sigh before he answered.

"At first, I was relieved. Being Captain America is a huge, huge weight to bare and if you're not the right man for the job it'll definetly show. But after the relief came the confusion. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I felt like I lost a piece of myself but I'm glad I had your grandmother Peg. She helped me realize who I was."

"I'm going through that right now. When I was in the service, I had a purpose. I had a mission I had to fight for every day. I had a goal. I had motive. I left the service and all of that went away. I don't know who I am anymore. And I wonder if the job I'm doing right now is making a difference because before I knew everything, I did had an impact but now, I don't know."

"I understand. Trust me everything you do has an impact whether it be big or small. Everything you do matters. Whether it be to one person or it be to millions, it has an impact. It matters." He smiled as he heard what his grandfather said making him glance down at the ground below him.

"Thanks grandpa."

'Always. Now I don't know about you but I'm kinda hungry. So why don't we go inside, sit down, have a couple of hot dogs and beers and maybe a slice or two of apple pie?"

"You had me at beer." Steve smiled looking at his grandpa as they both stood up and made their way inside.

(!)

Just a few minutes ago, Steve had just left his grandfather house on his bike. Currently he was in New Troy at a red light. The street was unusually empty, the sidewalks were busy with several pedestrians on the sidewalk. Like usual, Steve looked around as he stopped at the red light. It was something his father had taught him, "always notice your surroundings". It sure enough helped him when he was in the military. It kept him alive.

In the military, every foreign land he stepped in, he treated it like a warzone. Never trusted anyone except his men but fought hard to protect the innocent civilians everywhere no matter who they were. He thought when he came back home, eh would be done with the war but now he was home fighting another war.

The light above him turned green, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him clutch the gas and driving off. He drove down the street still seeing that it was clear, eventually driving up to a bank.

Steve was caught by surprise when he saw an explosion coming from the side of the bank. An explosion that caused him to be knocked off his bike and onto the hood of a nearby car. He rolled off the hood and fell onto the sidewalk.

Ringing. The only sound he could hear in his ears at the moment was ringing. There were ashes falling the air as civilians were screaming while some ran away. Steve groaned as he felt pain all over his body. He mustered up enough strength to raise his neck and look up to see several armed gunmen running out of the side of the bank they probably just robbed. The obvious leader stood tall standing at nearly 6'5. He had a red mask on his face that resembled a skull. Steve looked him up and down seeing him wearing black armor with a logo that resembled a skull with tentacles. That was the only thing he remembered before his sight faded to black.

A/N: Alright so check me out, I appreciate everyone who has showed support to this story so far. And thanks for bearing with me waiting for me to release this chapter. I got to say next chapter may not have so much action but more so plot kinda like this one was about introducing the main character.

Until Next Time!