Soldier's Hope

by JRWStudios

With the craziness of the Hydra infiltration behind them, Steve and wife Nicole try to relax and raise a daughter. But what happens when she turns out to be just like them? Sequel to "The German and the Soldier" All characters are property of Marvel

3. Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Growth

Nicole sighed as she read over Bruce's diagnostics of Lizzie's blood testing. Indeed she had inherited the Super Soldier gene, and it was the cause of her fast development. It was especially affecting her mental state, speeding up her mental development faster than her physical. Thankfully Tony had gotten plenty of stuff for them to start teaching her.

By the time she was a year old she could read on a third grade level.

When she turned two she was handling fractions with ease.

When she was three she could speak as well as a teenager, and even had a bit of her "Mutti's" German accent.

By the time she turned five Steve and Nicole had all but given up on keeping up with her expanding thirst for knowledge, turning her education over to Bruce and Tony's capable hands. She also started doing other things, and under Natasha's guidance she was a perfect gymnast and prima ballerina by the time she was seven. It was on her eighth birthday that Steve and Nicole told Lizzie the truth about her heritage, and her Super Soldier DNA.

"That's why we wanted to wait before we started taking you out to do things with us." Steve tussled his daughter's hair as she sat on his knee. "We didn't want to worry about you."

Nicole smiled at her little girl. "Ve're in danger all zhe time, so ve didn't vant to put you in it too."

Lizzie shook her head. "But Mutti, daddy, I vould be fine, vouldn't I?"

"We don't know that honey, that's why we were so worried."

"But you're our daughter, so ve zhink it's time you start training. Aunt Natasha is going to help you learn to fight."

The girl looked confused. "Fight? Like you two?"

"Ja," Nicole picked her up, holding her on her hip. "Uncle Thor is going to make you a shield, but ve're going to let you practice vith my old one until you get the hang of it."

Steve smiled. "Do you know what you would like on your shield Lizzie?"

She looked thoughtful, her little hand going to the Iron Cross her Mutti gave her. "Mutti's cross… und Daddy's colors?"

Her parents exchanged a look, chuckling. "Alright Honig, vhatever you vant."

"We'll tell Uncle Thor, okay?"

"Vait!" Lizzie put on an upset look. "I vant to draw it so he'll get it right!"

Her daddy laughed. "OK, OK you can draw it!"

"Yay!"