Broken Past (Avengers/Captain America FanFic)

Chapter 2

.Chapter 2

* KATE'S POV *

/// 8 YEARS LATER ///

It's been 8 years since I was here. I was granted permission to go outside and explore when I was 15. I did so, and now I know the whole city's alleys and dark areas by the back of my palms. I hadn't gotten into any danger or mixed with the wrong gang yet. But I knew that I had to go with them sooner or later to survive.

Today was also the day that I'm gonna be kicked out of the orphanage officially. I am now free and as a bird, and ready to write my own future.

I was sitting on my new favorite spot which was a small hill opening. That place was magical -I could see the streets of New York here. It was almost dawn, I had to get back to the orphanage one last time, and pack up my belongings. I made by way down the hill, walked past a few dark alleys, climbed up fences, and finally reached the orphanage. At this hour, the gates weren't open yet, so I usually made my way in and out of the window sills. I sneaked through the window sill and made my way in. I didn't have much clothes and belongings, so packing wasn't really hard. I hate to admit it, but I do miss my dorm, I would also miss Ms. Robertson. She took this weeks shift, cause she knew it was my last week. I packed everything I had into a small hand luggage and backpack. I wore a brown tank top, skinny jeans, brown boots, and a brown leather jacket. I left my hair to flow down to my chest. After I was done, I glanced at my dorm for one last time, and closed the door behind me. I headed to the office by the counter to search for Ms. Robertson. I found her doing some paper work on her desk, and knocked on her open door before entering.

I knocked the door gently with my knuckles. She lifted her head up and smiled as she saw it was me. I smiled back at her warmly and made my way to her. I squatted by the side of her chair and put my hands on her thighs. She looked at me kindly and cupped her hands on my cheeks. We've been closer as the years passed by. She was my only friend. My true friend.

"Ms. Robertson, today's my last day, as you know it. I'll definitely be missing you"

"Oh sweetheart, I'll miss you too. You were always my favorite. I'll keep you in my prayers"

"Thank you Ms. Robertson. I'll keep you in mine too"

She stroke my hair gently with her soft palms and said "I remember the very first day you came into the orphanage. You were so pretty and innocent -and you still are. You are the prettiest woman I've ever met, darling. You'll always be in my heart, Kate"

Tears started rolling down my eyes and flowing down my cheeks rapidly. Even though how much I hated living here, there was one thing I would miss. It's her. I couldn't help myself but bury my head into her thighs. I will miss her so.

"Sweetheart, I want you to have this" she continued while handing me a cellphone.

I looked at her puzzled. Why did she give me such a valuable item? It was rare to have a cellphone back at the days. Only rich people be able to afford one.

I wanted to decline, but she forced me to keep it. I decided to just accept her gift and gave my thanks to her.

"Thank you, Ms. Robertson"

"I've already saved my number in there, so you can call me if you need anything. Remember, I'm always there to guide you through life"

She was so nice to me, I can't seem to get out -I just knew I would miss her so much. She has been nice to me since the beginning. She would always give me a set of allowance every week and taught me about saving for the rainy days. Now that I've grown, I had enough money to survive on. She was 25 when she came in to be a care taker, and now she was 33. She'd already got married with a really nice man. I was happy for her. She deserved the best.

I smiled at her warmly for the last time as I slowly got up from my position. She was holding onto my hand the whole time. I slowly drifted off while releasing my hand from hers as I walked. She had tears in her eyes as she watched me walk past the gates of the orphanage. I'll always remember her.

*****

I made my way out of the orphanage gates. I dried my wet eyes and wiped my soaked cheeks. I headed down to the busy streets and tried to take in everything. I walked to a bar where I would always go hang out at, The Stork Club. I made my way through the entrances. I tried to find the leader of the pack and found him sitting by the bar with his pals. I sat next to him and ordered a drink. I knew I had to get close to him if I wanted to survive out here. I needed a job, and maybe he can give me one here. He owns this bar, so I think he can easily squeeze me in.

My drink came and I tipped the waiter. Dylan Frazer, the leader of the pack noticed my appearance and checked me out. I hate it when that happens, but I had no choice but to allow it. He had a smirk on his face and he started speaking

"Hey babe, what's a hot thing like you doing here?"

"Having a drink" I simply answered.

"How's about I buy you another round and we can have a little chat?"

I smirked as to say that I approve. He then ordered me another drink and set it in front of me. He then gave the waiter a huge tip.

"So, you're the leader here huh? A big man who owns a bar. You must be successful" I started.

"Heck yea I'm successful. You seem pretty fine. How's about getting job? I can give you one pretty easily"

"Nice"

He gave me a job as a waitress. This job wasn't what I had expected. I had to wear revealing clothes and I would occasionally get slapped or beaten up by his goons if I didn't earn a high amount of cash, tipped by the customers I served. I really hated my job now, I should have never agreed to do it. I was so stupid.

The last straw was out after Dylan had asked me to treat the guest in a 'special' way. That means spending a night with them. He said that that would make big money but I refused.

"You have no choice, sweetcheeks. Don't forget that you owe me cash. And this is how you're gonna repay me -by earning more cash!" He slapped me right across the face again, causing me to fall to the ground. I let out a painful moan. He then took a stick by the alley and kept hitting me with it. My arms gushed out blood and my lips were bleeding due to me bitting my lips hard.

I couldn't do anything but cried as he kept hitting me. Suddenly I heard the back doors from the bar opened. The back doors lead to the alley. It was a tall and handsome guy that was clothe with a plaid shirt and khakis. He had brown hair and slightly tanned skin.

He came towards us and Dylan stopped hitting me. Dylan looked puzzled at the man. He then spoke up to him.

"What are you doing here?! Don't you know that this place belonged to me?!"

I could tell that Dylan was scared of this man, but he was trying to sound like he was tougher. The man came closer to us. I bent down my head in shame. I had bruises and cuts on my arms and legs. My body hurt badly. My face was covered in dirt. He didn't look at me, thankfully. He came closer and closer to Dylan until his face was almost plastered onto Dylan's.

"You know hitting women shows that you've got no self respect" the man spat at Dylan.

"Why you little...." Dylan said while lifting up the stick in his hand.

He wanted to hit the guy, but he quickly dodged his hits easily. Dylan was no match for this mysterious hero of mine. After letting Dylan try his best, he decided to have a go at it. He raised up his fist and punched him in the gut about 5 times. Dylan fell down to the ground, groaning in pain. Dylan's lips were cracked and he was vomiting blood. As Dylan was oozing in pain, the man quickly took the chance and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me out of the bar and onto the streets.

I stopped him and tried to release from his tight grip on my wrist. I managed to do that and he stopped. He stared at my face for a while. Knowing my face was covered in dirt, I bent down slightly.

"Who are you? And why did you save me?" I questioned him.

"Oh where are my manners" he raised out his hand and shook my hand. "I'm James Barnes. Bucky for short"