Authors Notes: Hi guys this is the first story I've published on Fanfiction so bear with me. This is based on FerioWind's Pokevengers artwork. His art is a crossover between Marvel Cinematic Universe's Avengers and Pokémon. I couldn't stop thinking about how cool it would be if our favorite heroes had Pokémon fighting along side them. So, I've decided to start with the first avenger, Steve Rogers aka: Captain America.

Pokevengers: First Meeting

Brooklyn, New York. September 1930

A 12-year-old Steve Rogers was walking to school one morning when something in the alley next to his apartment building caught his eye. Naturally curious, Steve went into the alley to investigate. He saw something orange and white inside a box.

"Hey" Steve called out to the mysterious figure "Are you ok? Do you need some help?"

Suddenly, the mysterious figure growled and walked out of the box. "Oh my God" Steve said, shocked at how small and skinny the Growlithe in front of him was. The puppy Pokémon barked when Steve tried getting closer. He was saddened and impressed by the fire Pokémon's strength even though its ribcage was showing.

Steve nervously gulped before asking "Is your trainer around here somewhere?" Only for Growlithe to respond with a more menacing growl and an angry scowl.

It was clear to Steve that this Growlithe's trainer abandoned it on the streets like so many other trainers have. Ever since the Stock Market crashed so many people could barely afford to feed themselves let alone their Pokémon. As a result, the Pokémon were either released into the wild or abandoned in the cities.

Steve, feeling guilty, said "For what its worth a real trainer takes care of himself and his Pokémon." Despite his kind words Growlithe still won't budge from it's attack position.

I can't just leave Growlithe like this Steve thought It could just as easily be me in its place if it wasn't for my mom.

Steve has multiple health problems that left him too skinny and small for a boy his age. His father died in the war and his mother is a nurse. Steve's family never owned a Pokémon before because they didn't have the means for raising one. His mother tries her hardest to keep a roof over their heads and food on their table, despite being a widowed single mother Sarah Rogers always made sure her son was given the best care possible despite his condition. If his mom did everything she could to keep Steve alive, why shouldn't he do the same for Growlithe.

Growlithe stared down the blonde scrawny boy that still hasn't run away. Why isn't he running away? He thought All the humans have run away from the Pokémon they claim to "own"

It didn't matter to Growlithe what this boys' opinions on abandoned Pokémon were, deep down all humans were inherently selfish. Just like his old master who kicked him out of his car in Brooklyn and drove off, Growlithe chased the car for 20 blocks until he collapsed from exhaustion. He met other abandoned Pokémon on the street who told him of the situation. Apparently, something called a "stock market" crashed a few months ago leading many humans to lose their jobs and money. This led to the humans abandoning their Pokémon, their owners considered them "burdens" due to the cost of Pokémon food.

For six months Growlithe has been scouring the borough for as much food and water as he can find. It didn't help that there were other abandoned Pokémon fighting to survive too. The homeless humans were the worst of all, they push the Pokémon away when they both set their sights on discarded food. One-time Growlithe was kicked repeatedly by a group of homeless people so that they could steal the sandwiches that Growlithe stole from the bakery.

The night before he met Steve, Growlithe saw a pack of Mightyena surrounding a basket full of fruit that they stole from the market. At this point Growlithe hadn't eaten in 3 weeks, he was barely surviving on water alone. He begged the Mightyena alpha for even a morsel of their food. The alpha responded with a shadow ball. The puppy Pokémon was in pain, but he wasn't giving up without a fight. He tried a flamethrower, but he was so weak from hunger that only a huff of smoke came out of his mouth. The Mightyena laughed much to the Growlithe's shame, nevertheless the fire Pokémon stood its ground in front of the alpha.

The leader barked to the puppy "If your brain hasn't shrunken along with your stomach you'll walk away, better yet why don't you just stop fighting and die." Despite being shaken by his harsh words Growlithe stood its ground.

"For Arceus sake look at yourself! Your ribcage is showing, your smaller than a Poochyena and there's literally no fire in you. Do you honestly think a little Growlithe like you can survive these streets all by yourself?"

Growlithe pondered on the dark Pokémon's words What's the point of fighting he thought I'm barely surviving these streets as it is, and it'll take more than an apple to give me strength. What's left for me to fight for, I have no one…I have nothing. After this sad realization the fire Pokémon turned and walked away. He vaguely heard the leader say, "Good choice".

After walking aimlessly around Brooklyn all night, Growlithe found an alley next to an apartment building at dawn. He found a box at the end of the alley and numbly walked inside it and laid down on his stomach. If I'm going to die it'll be on my terms. While waiting for either starvation or dehydration to kill him, he heard someone calling out "Hey, are you okay?

Steve reached into his lunch bag and pulled out the peanut butter and jelly sandwich his mom packed for him. As soon as Steve took one step towards Growlithe, the Pokémon barked fiercely frightening Rogers enough to take a step back.

"Take it easy." Steve said, "I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to give you my sandwich you look like you need it more than I do."

Despite this his next attempts to get closer to Growlithe only made the puppy bark louder and show off his sharp canines as if threatening to rip his jugular out if he comes any closer. After the seventh failed attempt, Steve gave up.

"Okay since you won't let me bring the food to you, I'll just put the sandwich on the floor and walk away."

After putting the sandwich on the dirty alley floor, Steve reluctantly walked away silently hoping that the Pokémon won't be so stubborn as to turn away free food.

Growlithe waited ten minutes after the boy left and walked slowly towards the food. He used his sharp nose to make sure the sandwich wasn't poisoned. After making sure the food was safe to eat, he devoured the PB&J in an instant, it wasn't the best meal he ever had, but at this point food is food.

Why would he do that? Growlithe thought Why would he give me his only meal? Is it possible that there are still people who care about Pokémon?

Phew! So there you have it guys my first story. Post comments to let me know what you think and how my stories can improve.