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"Good morning sir, the temperature today is expected to hit a top of 30 degrees farenheight, with…"

Steve toned out Jarvis's usual wake up alarm. Because of Jarvis, Steve was one of the few people that could still see the news. According to the news, Washington DC was under control, they had already erected a wall around the entirety of the place to keep unwanted guests out of the city, and keep the immune ones in. There were a lot of small towns like that at the moment, but Washington was the only city he knew of.

Steve looked up at the video footage of another terrorist attack on Las Angeles, the other city that the government was trying to get up and running again. They were getting worse and worse, using the kids for more dastardly purposes. It was upsetting, but not surprising.

The soldier ambled down to the food vault, not at all surprised to see it had been replenished from Thor's visit yesterday. Steve then spent the next hour moving food to the walk in fridge in the dining room and packaging all the rest of it that was kept in pots and wrapped in cloths into plastic containers, which Tony had an overabundant supply. Seriously, a whole room was in the tower was dedicated to little plastic food containers. Tony had managed to get a shipment in when he found out the country was going to hell, and Steve had thanked him for his quick thinking ever since.

When he was done, Steve carefully selected a container of dehydrated Asgardian fruits from the back of the pile (by eating the older food nothing went to waste) and trudged up to the dining room to eat. Jarvis began to play more of the news footage he had seen that morning and Steve watched with a little more attention.

"As you can see, this looks like the work of Sunday, one of the more vocal terrorist group attacking our nation. They have spray painted their name on this building I'm standing next to," the reporter looked up and pointed, "All the way up there! Witnesses have said to seen a girl about the age of 13 flying around up there less than hour ago, and she has said to of have painted the word up there, as you can see…"

'Flying.' Steve thought. 'That's a new one.'

"Is there any good news, today, Jarvis?"

"Accessing footage." Came the reply.

"Approximately two days ago, the reform centre at Harvard University released a report that they're making exceptional progress with a particular group of children there, and that they should be ready to be released within the next two years."

Steve stood up and just stopped himself from punching another hole in the wall. He usually did that a lot when his emotions caught up with him. He needed to go for a run, and work off the extra energy. He pulled on his backpack, deciding to give out some of the older food to the people on the streets, and mulled over Tony's words from last night.

"Fine, try one kid, see how it goes. Just try, Steve. Get a kid to trust you, let them move in, change somebody's life. You're too lonely, and I hate the thought of you cooped up in here, wallowing in your sadness. Just try, please Steve. You said you wanted to help, and this is the best way to do it."

Damn it, of course he was right. Steve did want to make a difference, if only on his city block, and even though he would say it's untrue until his last breath, the soldier was lonely. But how would a kid help that? A kid that could zap him, fly at him, throw cars at him, it's terrifying.

'But they're only kids, Steve." His mind whispered. The soldier groaned aloud and realised that his subconscious had already made a decision for him. Of course he would give it a go. Tony had him hook, line and sinker when he brought up the bit about helping people. He finished stuffing the bag full of food and zipped it up, looking for where he left his shield yesterday. If he was approaching superhuman kids on the street again, there was no way he wasn't taking his shield.

"Have a pleasant run, sir." The AI wished as Steve exited the building, immediately stopping to hand out the first meal of the day to the family he had seen yesterday. They thanked him profusely, and Steve checked that they had enough blankets for the cold winter. They were lucky. They had managed to scavenge some thick, fluffy blankets from a house and were using it to keep their two kids warm. Not all families abandoned their kids once they learned of their powers, the soldier was glad to see the unconditional love that the mother and father held in their eyes when they looked down at the kids picking at the strange food.

"It's food from Asgard, where Thor comes from. Remember Thor? Thunder god, big hammer, blonde hair? I assure you, it's all very edible and won't cause you harm."

"Thank you so much, Captain. You don't know how much this means to us." The two small boys at their feet gazed up at him in awe.

'See?' His mind whispered. 'They're not all bad, the kids. They're just scared.'

Steve smiled at them and continued his morning run, occasionally stopping to pass out a meal to a grateful street-goer. He kept a keen eye out for any kids in the he gutters or alleyways. He knew they would be hiding, but not so much this time of day, as this was the day they ventured out to look for food, and another place to lay low for the day from Hunters and gang members.

Steve had observed the occasional hunter as they roamed the street. He had always thought that they were helping the kids when they took them away, thus always thought well of the hunters. But now he wanted to kick them all off of the streets.

He kept dodging and weaving through rusting cars, when he saw it. A hunter, chasing a kid through the streets. The kid was African American, only looked about 14, and he looked desperate to get away from the man with the red cross on his chest. Steve couldn't let it happen, he had to intervene.

He followed the pair, looking for an opening. He followed the two as they ducked through alleys and over fences, and finally an opening presented itself. Steve threw the shield and the hunter fell onto the ground, knocked out cold.

Steve tilted his head, trying to listen with his super-enhanced hearing for the young boy, and sighing in relief when he heard the short laboured breaths from behind a trash bin, tucked into a corner at the dead end of the alleyway.

"Hey," Steve cooed. "It's okay, that man isn't chasing you anymore. I took him out for you. Well, not took him out, he's not dead, just knocked out cold.

Steve got closer, and he could finally see the bag of skin and bones sitting with huddled with his head in his knees.

"I'm here to help you. Look, do you want some food?" Steve unzipped the bag before sliding it over to the boy, who cautiously picked it up and examined it curiously. It was a simple Asgardian food that could be mistaken for fried rice.

"It might taste a little funny, but I promise you its edible. It's from As-"

Steve's sentence was cut off when the boy threw the container of food, directly at the super soldier's face. The container somehow managed to open in mid-air and cover Steve with a thick sticky sauce and Asgardian rice. Steve just sat there, still crouched, with the most bewildered expression on his face; it would've been funny if not for the circumstances.

The boy spoke, a slight accent coating his voice. "You only want to sell me; even Captain America is selling people now! Stay away from me!"

"No, I want to help you!" the soldier said, quickly recovering and trying to calm the frightened teen down. The boy jumped over Steve and ran out of the alley and into the streets. Steve just sighed, feeling dejected and even close to tears. He had actually tried to help one of the kids, and what did he get? Covered in rice. That's what he got for trying. At least he didn't get attacked by the kid's powers. That's a good thing.

Steve stood up, trying to wipe the majority of the food from the shoulders of his light grey sweatshirt and giving up. He would need to scrub this shirt raw to get the damned stuff out. Steve simply walked out, kicking dust on the still-unconscious hunter and making his way home. He stopped to hand to hand out more meals on the way back to the tower; ignoring the strange stares he received from strangers.

He arrived at the tower with a few meals to spare, which he left for the family he had talked to earlier that camped outside the tower. They weren't there at the moment, but he hoped they would return and find the meals by the door and the tower and use them to fill their stomachs for the night. Steve thought that tomorrow, when he saw them, he might invite them into the tower. It was a better alternative to taking in a single kid. The parents would be able to keep the kids calm, he would be helping more people, and the family would have a place to stay. It was a win-win situation. Tonight he would get a bedroom ready for them, so that they will be comfortable when they stay.

Steve grinned at his genius idea, and mentally listed all of the things that would make the small family comfortable. He would put one of the many TV screens that littered the building and install one in there, big fluffy blankets, and Steve was damned sure he had seen some toys and board games tucked away in a small towel closet the other week.

After a quick shower, he got to work, spending the majority of the day dragging bed frames mattresses into Thor's old room, (because that was the room without any hidden knives or half-finished inventions lying around the place) and stocking the room with anything the he could find that might be useful to them, such as unopened toothbrushes, Natasha's old hairbrush, Clint's boots, Bruce's hairdryer, and other necessary miscellaneous items.

Steve was actually really excited. He was very lonely, and he thought a family of people would not only put him on the way to finally making a difference in this city (even if it was only one family), it meant he would also have company. He would have somebody to say good morning to everyday, someone to talk with, and someone even to argue with. He hates to say it, but he missed walking into the kitchen every morning and arguing with Tony about topics they disagreed on, or just petty little things, like who used his private shower just to annoy him again. Steve knew that it was Clint, but took the blame for it every time, thinking it was hilarious to let the game carry on. Everybody knew it was Clint, except Tony, which made it even funnier.

Steve sighed just as he finished making the last bed as he remembered the antics that went on inside the tower. In this very room, they Steve had followed Natasha and Clint and watched them bedazzle Thor's hammer with pretty pink and blue gems, just for the fun of. Thor had exclaimed that his hammer was now encrusted with the gems of the gods, and waved it around proudly for everybody to see. He was very disheartened when they all started falling off.

"Sir, I must alert you, there is somebody else in the tower. I do not know how they got in, or what they are doing, but my sensors are picking up movement three floors below you, in the home theatre."

Steve's blue eyes narrowed and he pulled the shield off of his back. He didn't want to kick anyone out right now, now that he had just finished preparing a room to accompany others, but it had to be done. He didn't want more of the tower destroyed, or more things stolen. He quickly grabbed a container of food and made his way down to the 39th floor. He was currently at floor 42, which belonged entirely to Thor.

Steve stepped out of the elevator and caught the flash of movement just before it disappeared. "Hey, come out. I'm not going to hurt you, but you can't stay here. I'll give whoever you are a meal and send you on your way, but you have to leave." He hated to say the words, but the majority of people these days were violent and desperate, and that was not someone that you should let live with you.

Much to his surprise (and slight twinge of fear) a very familiar looking teen stepped out from behind the giant fluffy white couch that the team had spent hours on, watching movies and throwing snacks at each other.

It was the teen that had upended the Asgardian fried rice on him earlier that day. He looked tired, and skinny, his dark skin was unnaturally dull. Steve was about to ask him what he was doing here, before he spoke. "I am very sorry about earlier, if it makes a difference."

Steve didn't know how to respond, and just stood there while the teen watched him carefully.

"What's your name?" Steve asked, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. He had no idea what this kid could do yet, but he also didn't want him to run away.

"Chad. My name is Chad. I know who you are; you were my little sister's idol before she…" There was a moment of silence as understanding was shared between the two. Nobody alive today in this country at the moment hadn't lost someone. For Steve, it was Agent Hill. He hadn't been very close with her, but he trusted her, and she was a friend. It was a dark day in the Avengers tower, the day they got the news that she had passed.

Chad got a hold of his emotions, and offered Steve a weak smile. "If you're going to kick me out of here, I would be very thankful for that meal you offered beforehand." His voice had a slight African accent to it that made his voice seem loud but gentle at the same time, outspoken but kind.

Steve sighed and ran a calloused hand through his messy sandy blonde hair. "Follow me, I'll heat it up for you."

Chad's eyes gleamed at the idea of a hot meal, and followed eagerly. "It's alright, Jarvis. It's just a kid named Chad, and he's harmless as long as he promises to behave?" Steve said, giving an amused smile when Chad snorted, by nodded anyway.

"Certainly Captain Rogers, welcome Mr. Chad. I hope you find everything to your liking." The teen's eyed widened to something that looked almost comical, and he looked around frantically to find the source of the voice.

"Hey, calm down. It's just Jarvis. He is an AI that runs the tower, controls the elevators, lights, power, water, etc. He's very polite."

Chad gave one last curious glance toward the roof of the theatre room and then followed Steve into the elevator. "Dining room, please Jarvis."

"Certainly sir."

"So how did you break in here in the first place?" Steve asked, eager to learn more about the strange teen. From what he has learnt, Chad Sipaki was 14 and a half years old, and his family moved from Nigeria when Chad was 8 years old, with his older brother Nathaniel and his younger sister Aniyah. He was semi-fluent in a language called Yoruba, but hadn't practiced it in a while. His older brother had moved out only a year before Ash swept the nation, and Chad hadn't had contact with him since. Aniyah had died three weeks into the sickness, as with his father. Chad's mother had been looking after him, and they lived on the streets for about a year and a half before they were attacked by a gang and she died the next morning. That was nine months ago.

In all truthfulness, Steve was extremely surprised that Chad had told him so much. The kid spoke about his struggles and the horrors he had witnessed with a cold indifference, or a numb acceptance. Steve couldn't tell the difference. He was matter of fact, as if he were reading a report aloud to a classroom, like these things hadn't affected him personally. It broke the soldier's heart to hear this coming from a person so young.

Chad shrugged. "There's a barred window around he back, I just slipped through it and decided to lay low for the night."

Steve's jaw dropped. "B-but that tower's on the 39th floor! How the hell did you get all the way up there?!"

Chad gave a small smile, and placed his palm on the previously abandoned lid of the plastic container, pulled his hand up. The lid stuck to his hands, and he offered it out to Steve, a silent challenge glinting in his dark eyes.

Steve poked the lid, albeit very cautiously to begin with. He then tried to tug it off, but it wouldn't budge. With once last tug, the container lip broke in half, leaving Steve staring down at the sharp of plastic in sheer astonishment.

"I see how you got in now. That's pretty amazing, you-"

"That's not all I can do. Here put your hand out."

Steve was still very cautious, but the two had been chatting for over an hour now, with Steve learning more and more about Chad, and Chad smiling as Steve retold some of the things the Avengers had gotten up to before the Ash had hit. Unlike most of the other kids Steve had told stories about the Avenger to, Chad seemed more interested in the daily home-life and antics of his team. He even laughed once when Steve had told the story of when Bruce got sick and tired of Natasha and Clint breaking into his lab and bedazzling whatever they could get their hands on, (apparently it was Tony's fault for getting Clint a bedazzler for his birthday as a joke) so he enlisted the help of Thor to pay them back.

They let Tony in on it, and gleefully accepted, putting in a request to multiple businesses that hired out animals. Clint's room was filled was hawks, ravens and owls, that all scared the living daylights when he walked into his room to retrieve his bow. Thor had somehow managed to get four fully grown horses into Natasha's room that snorted at her when he entered. Not hearing any shouts of surprise or alarm, Thor and Bruce snuck into her room, and saw her lying atop one of the larger horses, calming flicking through a magazine. She merely raised an eyebrow at them. They didn't prank her after that.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Steve made the decision to extend out his hand toward Chad, which the young teen concentrated very hard on before touching the tip of his finger to Steve's and giving him a light zap. The soldier pulled his hand back in surprise, having already pulled his shield up to defend himself.

When nothing else happened, he peered over the side of the vibranium edge, and saw a smug-looking Chad. "Not funny, kid. What was that anyway?"

Chad leaned back a little in the comfortable wooden chair, making it creak slightly. "It's static electricity. I just concentrate very hard on something and let it building up, and when I touch whatever I've been concentrating on, it releases a zap. I can stun a cat for a few minutes if I really try. I think it also helps me climb things as well."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. "How so?"

Chad thought carefully for a moment before explaining. "Have you ever rubbed a balloon in your hair, and watched all the hairs stick to the balloon? A little like that." Steve nodded and mulled over the explanation. It was plausible, better than anything he could've thought of. The kid was actually pretty smart, Steve realised. He figured this all out on his own.

By that time, the pair had finished their meal and were sitting in companionable silence for a few minutes, until Chad stood up, his chair scraping behind him. "Thank-you very much for the meal, Captain. It was strange, but good. It'll be a while since I get a hot meal, so thanks."

Chad began walking toward the elevator, when Steve stopped him.

"I'll make you a deal. If you help me hand out meals tonight, I'll let you stay the night, even carry the shield if you'd like."

Genuine shock overtook Chad's features for a few seconds before he smiled. It was a small smile, but Steve caught it. "I only sleep on silk sheets, and I demand breakfast in bed, only the best caviar."

Steve chuckled, remembering how he had observed that Chad's version of humour was straight-up sarcasm. "C'mon you sassy little ratbag, we have people to feed."

The night had gone relatively well, they handed out all of the meals, and Steve felt very dejected when he didn't see the family of four on his evening meal run. He even ventured a little further in an attempt to find them, but to no avail. Chad had insisted on carrying the shield the whole time, claiming that it would "only slow Steve down, so he was better off holding it." The soldier just hoped he didn't stick his hands onto it and refuse to let go.

He got home, dropping the empty backpack on his bed, and jumped when he realised that Chad had followed him into the room. "Oh, sorry about that. Um, I haven't exactly prepared a room or anything for you, but I have a few spare bedrooms on my floor, there's one across the hall. It should be unlocked, if it's not, just ask Jarvis to open it under my command. Did you get that Jarvis?"

"Yes Captain Rogers." Was the reply from the polite computerised voice.

Chad nodded, and started to walk out of the room. Steve followed him ,just to make sure he got there, even if it was only across the hall. "If there's any trouble, just ask Jarvis, he'll either help you or alert me, and I'll help you out. Anything you need, just ask. Please don't leave before I wake up either, I'll probably freak out. There's a TV in there, ask Jarvis for a movie if you want one, he'll play it. Uh, if you get hungry, just wake me up and I'll fix you something, okay? And-"

"Thank you, I'll probably be more than entertained, it's gonna be nice to watch TV again. Goodnight, and thank-you for letting me stay the night."

Steve gave a watery grin. "Hey, thanks for helping me deliver meals. Sleep well, when you wake up, just go into the elevator and press floor 42. It'll take you to where I'll be, eating breakfast. Oh, and there's pyjamas in the closet, they probably won't fit you, but wear them anyway. "

Chad nodded and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. Steve found it hard to sleep that night, wondering if Chad was enjoying the movie he could hear faintly playing in the teen's room, wondering if he was comfortable. Jarvis informed him that 'Mr. Chad' had fallen asleep watching 'How To Train Your Dragon'. Steve asked Jarvis to turn the sound down, but not mute it, and dim the brightness of the screen, and turn it off in fifteen minutes. After another hour, Steve finally dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

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