The Captains's Daughter Chapter 3, a Harry Potter + Avengers Crossover fanfic

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Steve's eyes widened as he pulled the baby girl out of her carrier and held her to his chest. A yellow blanket fell out with her as well as a note. He wrapped her up in the blanket and read the note.

Dear whoever this concerns,

This is Ivy-Rose Potter. Her birthday is July 31st. Her mother and father died trying for the greater care of her because lord knows I can't.

Thank You

He shook his head and put the note into his jean pocket. He bundled Ivy closer to his chest and ran back home in under 10 minutes. Her eyes were wide open as she looked up at him. He had laid her down on his dining room table. Steve was forced to wrap her in all the small blankets and towels he could find in his small apartment.

Ivy's lips were still blue and her small frame still shivered. Ivy-Rose Potter is what the letter said. She had no other family, at least that is what it mentioned. Who was the mystery guardian and why did they not leave her at an orphanage or an adoption center, why did they feel the need to put her in the middle of a cold and dark alley in the middle of NYC.

Steve knew he needed to take her to the hospital. She looked not only sick but she didn't have all the baby fat a child that young should have.

Where the hospital was in present day Queens wasn't common knowladge for the 81 year old man, so he consulted his trusty map. Queens Hospital Center sat at the corner of 164th Street and Grand Central Parkway.

Steve didn't have a car nor did he have any type of other moving transportation, such as a bike. The hospital was only 14 blocks away however. There were about 20 blocks in a mile and Steve could run a good 6 miles after a night of rest and a hearty breakfast, or during World War 2.

Steve searched around in the hallway closets until he found an overly puffy jacket and winter cap that fit him perfectly. That was a little creepy, but he ignored it. Steve then wrapped the still shivering Ivy-Rose into his jacket and put the winter hat on her head.

He found 164th Street quickly and before long came across the glowing emergency room sign. Briskly jogging, Steve entered the most chaotic thing he had seen since the war. There were people bleeding all over the floor and screaming children, husbands and wives clutching the hands of their child who sobbed with every stitch.

The war hero tuned it all out, what mattered most currently was the baby girl shaking against his chest. There was a line to get to the front desk, one woman was screaming at the top of her lungs at the calm lady behind the desk. There was an older man whose hands were trembling, and beside him a, maybe 7 or 8 year old girl who had a bruise on her temple. She looked like she didn't know where she was.

It was 10 minutes before Steve made it to the front of the line, and the tired old lady stared up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hi, I found this, baby maybe, a one year old girl in an alley and she's shivering, and might have hypothermia or stuff like that." He stuttered through his words. The women's eyes gleamed with amusement as Steve tried to explain.

"Ok, let me see, " The woman demanded. Steve showed her Ivy-Rose, and her eyes widened. She got the attention of a Nurse and motioned him over and he walked over.

"Hello, my name is Nurse Harris, would you please follow me." Nurse Harris pointed to a door not even 10 feet from where they were standing.

Steve nodded as they walked through the door, not quite registering how quickly they got through the doors of the hospital and into an examination room.

"Well, fill out this paper work and we will be with you in a jiffy." He walked out before he could even say anything. Why the hell was he in an examination room if he was just going to fill out paperwork. He could have easily done this outside in the waiting room with all the others.

Name of Guardian : Steve Rogers

Name of Patient: Ivy-Rose Rodgers

Relation to Child : Uncle

What was his relation to Ivy-Rose? He found her on the side of the road, and the letter addressed to whoever found her to take care of her, not to have the Police take her away. Steve erased the Potter and put Rodgers.

He was going to be her uncle. It wasn't his first time lying on a Medical Sheet and knowing himself it wasn't going to be the last.

Steve finished the rest of the sheet in silence. Ivy's lips still had a blue tint to them but she had warmed up bit by bit. He laid her down on the table, and wrapped her in his coat and the blanket/towels she was in before.

There was a knock on the door and without waiting for an answer, a woman walked into the room. She was short, around 5 feet tall, she was a brunette and had these mesmerizing eyes that were never really the same color when you looked at them twice.

She flashed a smile his way but her eyes locked onto the small child on the table in front of her. "Hi," She didn't even look at Steve, "My name is Doctor Emily Cathrine. '' Doctor Cathrine examined the young girl, mumbling things under her breath. Only by having Superhuman hearing was he able to hear was she said, "Dammit Harris you did it again. I must have a talk with Ms. Rathbone. She needs to bloody understand I go into the waiting room, not the Nurses. I have to deal with all of it, not the damn Nurses. We need them but back off people, God."

Steve smiled, but his fear for Ivy came back full force as he turned away from the beautiful dame in front of him, "Is she ok?"

Dr. Cathrine shook her head, "Just by looking at her I could say she has signs of hypothermia, frostbite on her toes and a few fingers, there are various cuts and bruises as well as signs of malnutrition and sleep deprivation. I would like to run a few tests and such to see for broken bones and fractures and such."

"OK."

"May, I ask, where did you find yours, " she paused to look at the sheet again, "Niece?"

He was prepared for this explanation, "I found her outside the home of my sister, who was reported, " Steve paused for dramatic effect, " Dead."

"I'm sorry for your loss, " She said.

"Thank you," he wasn't sure what you replied to someone saying I'm sorry.

She acknowledged his words but didn't look up at him, " I am going to go ahead and sign her up for an MRI, and CT scan as well as a visit to the Somnolaogist, ENT, and Dietitian."

"I have no clue what anything you just said means, "Steve says, "Could you give me a run down of all of these things."

"I wouldn't expect you to, " Dr. Catherine laughed, " It took me more than 4 years to understand what I just said. An MRI scan means magnetic resonance imaging. It is used to help diagnose or monitor treatment for a variety of conditions within soft tissue like within the brain and heart. It doesn't use X-rays."

Steve nodded, gesturing to her to go on.

" A CT scan is used to diagnose things such as tumors and internal bleeding. It is also known as a CAT scan and does use X-Rays. A somnologist is a doctor who works in sleep. An ENT is an Ear, Nose and Throat doctor, and a dietitian is a specialist who works with your diet. Hope that explains everything?"

Steve nodded, he still had a few questions though. Ivy hadn't said a word the entire time he was with her, despite the fact that she should be almost a year old. " Do you know why she has been so quiet?"

"I'm not sure. She looks to be 10 to 11 months old. What did you say her name was?"

"Ivy-Rose Po-Rodgers,"Steve corrected himself.

"You sure," The doctor didn't seem to believe him.

"Yeah. I am sure." Steve looked right into her swirling eyes. Dr. Cathrine's lips perked up, she had been messing with him.

"I know, " she laughed a little before going back into her professional attitude, "I'm going to have you check into the hospital and they'll get you a room up on the third floor of the hospital."

"Why the third floor?" Steve asks.

"Sorry, I forgot that not everyone knows the hospital as well as I do. Third floor is pediatrics or where they do the work with people 16 or younger." She explained.

Steve nodded, he had been doing that a lot today, "I don't mean to be rude ma'am but aren't you a little young to be a doctor?"

"Yeah, I have gotten that question, a few times. It is totally normal to ask, don't ever be afraid to ask questions. I graduated highschool when I was 14, graduated college when I was 17, went through medical school in 4 years and I am in my last year of redicicy." She spoke so fast Steve couldn't figure out how old she was.

"So," he hesitated, "You are how old?"

"Don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?" Steve blushed and stuttered out an apology but Dr. Cathrine held up her hand, "It's OK, calm down. I'm 26. How about you Mr. Rodgers?"

"27."

"Cool, so to get settled in, ask Mrs. Rathbone for Dr. Hallows and I am going to send in Dr. Sawyer who will help Ms. Ivy-Rose warm up."

"Bye, and thank you Dr. Catherine."

"You are very welcome Mr. Rogers." Her kaleidoscope eyes were locked with his as she shut the door behind her.

The silence left Steve with his thoughts. Why was he even caring for this young girl? Why did he think he could help her? Wait, why was he thinking like this? He was Captain America and he was supposed to help everyone in need, especially freezing babies found on the street.

The door creaked open 20 minutes later. "Hi, my name is Dr. Sawyer. I'm here for the check-up," she sat down and opened up her computer. "Do you know of any allergies or health problems?"

Steve shook his head, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I heard you found her outside your sister's apartment?" she asked.

Steve nodded.

"OK, so I'm going to run some tests to find allergies and other health problems. I want you to check into the hospital. We are going to run some warm fluids through an IV and I'm going to check up on the frostbite." She didn't wait for Steve to respond; she just walked over to Ivy.

Dr. Sawyer wrote some scientific doctor stuff down on the clipboard she pulled out of thin air. Dr. Sawyer would just look at Ivy and write something down. Then she walked out of the room, 5 minutes later she returned with an IV filled with clear fluid.

Dr. Sawyer put the IV into Ivy-Rose's hand. She let out a little whimper and pawed at it. Dr. Sawyer just put this pink sock over her hand. "That should be good," she said.

"She'll warm up?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, in about an hour or two. If she doesn't get better by then I have a few more things we can do," she started. Noticing Steve's worrying face Dr. Sawyer then said, "We will do everything we can to help your Niece Mr. Rogers."

"I know but I can't help but still be worried," Steve said.

Dr. Sawyer laughed quietly, "I understand that. I have a niece or two myself. If they were in the same predicament as your Niece I would feel just as you do."

Steve nodded and sat down. Dr. Sawyer was glancing between her clipboard and Ivy every now and then. The next hour and a half were some of the longest of Steve's life.

Dr. Sawyer stood up abruptly, startling Steve. She walked over to Ivy-Rose and put a device of some sort on the child's forehead, a few seconds later it made a beeping noise that reminded Steve of all the times he had gotten a fever. Dr. Sawyer smiled.

"What's happening?" Steve asked.

"Your niece will be alright Mr. Rogers," Dr. Sawyer said with a big grin on her face.

"Thank God," Steve said with a huge smile, "How long until I can take her home?"

Disclaimer I don't own MARVEL as much as I want to be a billionaire I'm not.