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Jessy's POV
I walked through the bar. I saw a man, and woman talking. Another man trying to catch the beautiful lady's attention, but her attention was focused on the man.

The man was wearing a military uniform, and his blonde hair perfectly combed. He looked like a man that you would find in a storybook.

The woman…was she beautiful! Her reddish-brownish hair was in prefect waves, her lips ruby red. Her dress went down to her knees and had a slant to the end.

They looked like they belonged together.

The scene suddenly changed.

There were bombs exploding everywhere. I stood in the middle of it all. Right next to her, The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan stood there holding his shield, as if to protect me. Then…he was gone.

I woke with a start. Sweating like a pig and breathing heavily. I looked over at her clock.

3:44 A.M.

I sighed. These dreams kept me up for most of my sixteen year old life. Some were of Captain America and that woman, some where when he was in Battle. Them came the man. His hair was slicked back with grease and he always held a staff with a blue globe at the top.

He was the cause of my insomnia.

These dreams started when I was 3 or 4, I could never remember. But I knew the dreams and the insomnia when my father and mother disappeared.

I live with my Aunt Kathryn. My mother was Kathryn's sister.

I was left in her care, she guessed by some sort of the government. She would never tell her who.

I ran a hand through my hair. I decided that the only choice was to try to go back to sleep, and not have those dreams again.
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I woke up at 6:48. I stretched out my arms and got up out of bed. I walked over to my closet, which was filled with t-shirt, sweatshirts and colorful pants. I grabbed my white Pierce The Veil band tank-top and my black jeans. It was springtime in New York City. The warm air felt nice, instead of the freezing cold winter. I hate the winter. I hate it. I don't know why, I just do.

I wash my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair. My hair was a rich red color and my eyes were a bright blue, both these things I love about myself.

I was skinny, and muscley. I could eat as much as I want without showing the slightest bit of fat. I had a extremely high metabolism. Most girls thought I was anorexic. I don't think I could give up food to be skinny.

I was good in school, while expect for Math which I was currently failing. My aunt said that my father wasn't the smartest pick in the shed either.

I'm extremely flexible for my age, and I can throw the hardest and fastest punch in the whole school. No one wanted to mess with me.

I am kind, badass, funny, cluzy, and weird.

My best friend is a boy who was a punk.

And I love him like the brother I never got.

Anton is his name. He's just like me, just lot as cluzy.

I had finished eating breakfast and was out the door to go to school. Aunt Kathryn is nurse and probably went to work early.

The school was a short distance from my house. I get there in ten minutes, which gives me another ten to get my junk ready.

I walk into homeroom and spot Anton sitting in the corner like usual. I walk over to him and he smiles.

"Hey little cap! What's hanging?" He asks. He calls me little red, because I was obsessed with Captain America, which both Anton and I thought was the cause of my weird dreams involving him.

"Nothing much! I had another set of weird dreams last night." I waved them off like they were no big deal.

"Oh…no weird guy again?" He asked.

"Yeah…he hasn't been around lately" I said.

"Jessy Rogers, the principle needs you!" My homeroom teacher told me. I smiled at Anton and walked out the door.
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I walked into the principle's office a few minutes later. I saw Aunt Kathryn, Principle Marshall, and a African-American man with an eye patch.

"Jessica sit down, please" Mrs. Marshall told me. I sat down in the chair that was in the middle of the man and Aunt Kathryn.

"Jessica, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, your aunt has told me so much about you." The man said shaking her hand.

"Are you another one of her boyfriends? I mean co-workers?" I asked dripping with sarcasm.

"No, but I am her boss. I am Colonel Nick Fury. I run S.H.I.E.L.D." He answered.

"Why are you here?" I asked with a sharpness to my voice.

"I need you, to join my team." He said.

"Why? I'm just a girl. My parents went MIA (A/N: if you don't know what that means, some don't, it means Missing In Action) when I was three. I am an insomniac, and an outcast!" I said "Why on this goddamn earth would you need me for? For my punch? My metabolism? My flexibility? My freakshowness? What?"

"Do you know who your Mother and Father were?" Nick asked me.

"No, but I know their names were Steve and Sharon Rogers. I have their last name." I said.

"Steve Rogers was a agent at S.H.I.E.l.D., but in the 1940's he was a Captain."

"How is that possible?" I asked him "He would be dead!"

"Unless, he was asleep in a block of ice for seventy years, body perfectly intact."

"But the only person that had that happen to them and lived was…Captain America." I started "No. My father is not Captain America! He's just a normal man who died along side my mother in Battle!"

"Do you ever wonder what war he fought in? What battle he was killed in?"

"It as in Iraq! After 9/11!"

"Nope. It was in Venezuela, fighting Ultron. But he didn't die, and neither did your mother. They were MIA, they could be dead, we don't know."

"What about my mother?"

"Agent 13, Sharon Carter, daughter of Peggy Carter. The original Agent 13. Your father and her had some romance back in the day."

"Gross."

"Anyway, Jessy, you have Super Solider and assassin blood flowing through your body right now. I need you to join my team."

"Okay. I'll do it. Not for you though. For my mom and dad."

"Well then, welcome to the Avengers 2.0"

Jessy Rogers; Daughter of Captain America/Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter.

Austin Starks; Son of Tony Starks/Iron Man and Pepper Potts.

Edward, son of Thor; God of Thunder.

Lauren and Christian Barton; Son and Daughter of Clint Barton/Hawkeye and Natasha Romenoff/ Black Widow.

James "Jay" Banner; Son of Bruce Banner/The Hulk.

And This is their story.