A.N. Hey, I realized I forgot to do the disclaimer for the last chapter so before Marvel sues me, here it is. I, scubagirl13, don't own Marvel, the characters or the settings. Also, I don't own Annie or Netflix or Chrome Cast or Disney in any way, shape, or form . So now that that's all done, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Cap's POV

After hanging up the phone (it was Father Sanders making sure we made it home alright) I went to check on Rena. Peering through the small crack, I saw that she was slumped over on her bed, totally asleep. I smiled gently and closed the door, believing she deserved some rest. I just couldn't believe that she was legally my child now. I don't know how to raise one! Hell, before I became "Captain America" I could barely raise myself. Seating myself on the couch, I called Sam.

After 3 tones, I finally heard his voice, "Mmm... hello?"

"Hey, it's Steve."

I heard some rustling on the other end, "Steve, why the hell are you calling me at 9:35 in the morning? People are still trying to get some shut-eye!"

I laughed, "Okay."

"I'm people, Steve. Now tell me why you called, because I know it ain't about my sleeping patterns on a Saturday morning."

I shuffled uncomfortably, "Sam…I adopted a kid."

Silence. I was beginning to think the line was dead until.

"Cap, when I said we had to lay low and not do anything, that didn't mean go out and adopt a child!"

"Do you think it was my decision to make?" I growled.

"Fury?" he asked gingerly.

I nodded, "Yeah, even when he's not my boss he still gives orders."

"How long are you keeping the kid?"

"Teenager," I corrected, "And I don't know, I guess until Fury says so."

Silence again.

"Has he/she figured out your Captain America?"

I shook my head, "No, I just brought her home a couple minutes ago. She's taking a nap in her room. It's just…I don't know how to raise a child, let alone a teenager! What do I do about…everything?"

I could hear him chuckling over on the other line, "Steve, nobody knows what to do. Parents just wing it or copy their parents. What I'm trying to say is, be the parent your mother would be proud of."

Then he hung up. I got up from the couch and went to Rena's room again. I silently opened the door and walked in. She wasn't on her bed, but was sprawled out on the floor. I chuckled to myself and picked her up and set her back on the bed. I looked around the room, looks like she was already adding her own personal touch. There was a red card on her nightstand and some other miscellaneous items placed around the room. Maybe I should take her shopping. Looking at her sleeping body, I shook my head. She'd had enough for one day, she deserves her rest.

I looked at the clock and decided to wake her up at 11:30, giving her about 2 more hours of sleep. In the meantime, I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge and pantry, making sure I had enough food to feed an army. Apparently, teenagers like to eat a lot nowadays. Guess you learn something new every day.

I plopped back on the couch and turned on the TV to watch the news. My eyes glazed over when the reporter was talking about some dumb scandal surrounding a politician. Why can't politicians be as honest as they were back then? Okay…half as honest. Then my ears perked up at a new story.

"You're correct, Sam," the reporter started, "There have been reported sightings of the elusive assassin known as 'The Winter Soldier' here in Germany. These sightings haven't been confirmed, but there is an ongoing investigation. I'm Sarah James, CNN Germany."

I quickly shut off the TV. I just can't drop everything and run over to Germany, I reminded myself, there's a girl I need to take care of.

Speaking of the devil, Rena sleepily walked out of her room. She didn't say anything as she flopped next to me on the couch and threw her legs onto my lap. I chuckled at her antics as her slowed breaths became light snores.

Time Lapse 2 weeks later

Rena's POV

I was curled up in Steve's recliner while he was making breakfast at 6 in the morning. I turned my head to the window to see that D.C. was still blanketed by darkness.

"Steve?" I called, "Why are we awake at 6 a.m.? Hell, God ain't even up yet!"

I could hear him chuckle softly from the kitchen and our conversation died like my sleep had. I was eyeing all the memorabilia that decorated Steve's walls. My wandering gaze stopped at a beautiful, hand drawn picture of a woman from the forties. Her lips were stained red and her brown hair was perfectly curled and pinned around her spotless and fair face. Her brown eyes seem to pierce through the paper. Whoever she was, she was quite the bombshell.

Then my gaze fell on an old Captain America picture in a newspaper. Minus the helmet and the uniform, this guy could be Steve's twin! A little too twin-like for me. I would've read the story that followed… if it wasn't cut out. I sat there pondering the image until Steve called me to the kitchen table.

We said Grace and he passed me a plate piled with eggs, bacon, and toast. We ate silently for a while until I finally had to ask.

"Steve, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." He said jokingly.

"Steve, this is serious."

He put the plates in the sink and sat back down at the table, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes…no…well, maybe."

He looked at me with a worried face, "Did you do something, Rena?"

I shook my head vigorously, "No, in fact, it's about you."

He spread his hands on the table, "What about me?"

I drew a deep breath, "Steve, are you…Captain America?"

Silence filled the room with deafening thunder. I scanned his face for any emotion, anything at all, besides worry and…remorse?

"Rena," he said breathlessly, "I wasn't planning to tell you until later, much later. But since you've already figured it out, then I might as well. Yes, I am Captain America."

"Then that means…" I drifted off and pointed to the wall.

"Yes, those are all tokens of my past."

I pointed to the picture of the beautiful woman, "You can tell me that it's a story for another day, but was she your old sweetheart?"

Pain filled Steve's eyes. I immediately felt bad after asking the question.

"Yeah," he choked out, "But that's a story for another day."

I nodded understandingly. Here I was, asking painful questions about a man's past when I wasn't even ready to share my own! How stupid was I? Just as I was about to berate myself again, a devious idea popped into my head.

"Well since you're from the '40s, you've got a lot of catching up to do, Cap."

He chuckled, "So I've been told. I have a list going right now, but it sounds like you have some things in mind."

"You bet your bottom dollar I do! First order of business is that we're going to watch 'Annie', followed by other movie classics you've missed over the years."

He cocked an eyebrow, "So we're starting off with movies."

I nodded, "Because it's easier and more funner to watch movies than to try to understand how to use a cell phone."

"Funner?" He said questionably.

"Yes, it's part of my vocabulary. Along with 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' and 'ain't'."

He laughed heartily, "Well I guess we better get started then."

I nodded affirmatively and set up the TV. Whoever set it up, thank God they installed Chrome Cast and gave him a tablet. I scrolled through the options until I found Annie. I pressed play and the magic little button that streamed it to the TV. While the opening credits were rolling, Steve came back in with a huge bowl of popcorn.

"Don't look so surprised, Rena." He chided, "People in my time enjoyed popcorn at the theaters too."

I laughed and flopped onto the couch while he set the bowl on the coffee table. The he proceeded to flop like I did and we both had a good laugh. It was fun to see him yell at Ms. Hannigan and criticize what was portrayed to be the "Great Depression."

Then the song, "It's a Hard Knock Life" began and I jumped up ecstatically. Steve was worried at first, afraid that I was hurt. But then I started to sing along and he laughed in understanding. I began to dance around the room while singing and I thought that Steve was going to turn blue.

After the song was finished, I sat down like nothing was wrong. Then I cracked up at Steve's laughter and ate some more popcorn. We sat there in silence, too focused on the movie when the villains were kidnapping Annie.

"No, you moron, they aren't her parents!" I yelled at the 36 in. flat screen, "You must've failed Biology because they looked nothing like her!"

Steve chortled at my antics and remained focused on the film. Then the happy ending came along and we both aww'ed. I grabbed the tablet and started to scroll for another movie when Steve said something.

"So is this all we're going to do today or what?"

I chuckled, "Steve, every morning you've woken me up to go running at 6 a.m. I believe a movie/lazy day is in order."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him roll his eyes humorously and went to refill the nearly empty popcorn bowl. Still scrolling through my options, I happily settled on a film. An old live-action Disney movie known as "Mary Poppins."

Soon after the movie began, Steve came back. He sat down and watched in silence…that is, until "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" came on. Then I started to try (and fail) to sing like Julie Andrews.

After my singing, we went back to watching the movie in silence. When the movie was over, Steve asked.

"So who was the woman who played the main character?"

I tried to hide my shock, "That is Julie Andrews, the epitome of classiness. She started out on Broadway, but then Mr. Walt Disney came and offered her a job after seeing one of her plays."

"Wow," he said, "And you know all this because…?"

"I Google things." I said simply

He nodded and took the empty bowl into the kitchen to wash it. I jumped off the couch and stretched all my limbs.

"So, Rena," he asked, "Do you have any hobbies?"

I thought about it for a while, "When I lived in Texas, I picked up sharpshooting and hunting, so I guess that counts. Umm…I like sewing and singing. And that's about it."

He nodded, "Seems like a good list. Hey, maybe one day I can take you to an indoor range. Would you like that?"

I nodded and smiled, "Yeah, that'd be fun."

He smiled as if I was Santa Claus on Christmas Day, "I'll call my friend and see if I can arrange something. I'll be right back."

He left to his room to make the call. Meanwhile, I took a closer gander at the newspaper clippings. There was one perfectly preserved front page titled "Howling Commandos Save the Day!" It was about Steve…I mean Captain America's special ops unit assigned to him in Germany. His right hand man was his childhood best friend James "Bucky" Buchannan. But sadly his life was cut short as he fell off a HYDRA train they were invading. However, the Howling Commandos stopped the train and cut off all weapons shipments from HYDRA.

It was a nice little story. The paper was yellowed with age and kept behind a really nice frame. I guess Steve wanted to keep part of Bucky with him forever. I felt sympathetic towards Steve, he was frozen in ice for 70 years and woke up to find all his friends and loved ones were either dead or dying of age. I can't even imagine the survivor's guilt he feels, and yet he still has a smile on his face every time I see him.

Just as I was about to continue my parade of thoughts, a shadow moved past the window. It was humanoid in shape, I guess. I can't really make a judgment. Must've been the sunlight again. I sat down on the couch and started another movie, but that shaky feeling that I was being watched never went away. Not even after Steve came back. I tried to dissuade myself and blamed it on a mirage or the fact that I had too much popcorn. Even still, none of my excuses stuck…I wonder why.