Lets get some things straight. I may be Captain America's daughter, but I am not the daughter of a lab experiment or a seventy some odd year old melted popsicle. Sure, he got all his physical strength from a test tube and yes, by some miracle he was perfectly preserved in his youth in some ice. But, I am not the daughter of a lab rat. I've heard it all, honestly. Never tell him that, but I have. I don't know how he'd take it. He's been through a lot already, and his only daughter getting bullied would frustrate him horribly and I know that for a fact.
My father has, in fact, been through a lot. He saved the world twice.If that doesn't say it all, I don't know what more you could want. He saved your a$$ and all. Him and all the other avengers. You ought to be thankful. I love my father. He may have raised me a little old fashioned, but when your father was born during the second world war what else do you expect. Even if there isn't as much technology around as I'd like. It's for my own safety, and I don't hold grudges against my father. Even when he punched Jimmy Nickelson, the hottest guy in school, square in the face for hitting on me.When he does punish me I suppose he has his reasons, even if I'm really disappointed. I've only thrown a fit once, and I learned my lesson.
I had really wanted a my little pony one Christmas and when I didn't get it I threw what my mother says was the worst fit she has ever witnessed. Now let my tell you one thing, my father runs a tight ship and wears the pants of the family. He took my by the arms and gave me a gentle shake until I looked him in the eyes.
"Now Caroline, you listen here. I do not appreciate your behavior. You know as well as I do that Christmas is not about getting gifts. Now you apologize to your mother and our guests and you march straight up to your room until I tell you to come out." He said it gently but stern enough that I got the message. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and marched over to my mother and apologized, then looked over at my father who stood squarely in front of the rest of our family and friends, arms crossed. He nodded and I spoke in a whimper.
"Sorry."
My father nodded again in satisfaction before waddling off to my room. After that I never crossed my father.
Now, I stood awkwardly in my "Internet Kids Never Sleep" sweater and neff beanie. Which was iron because I never got much time on the internet anyway. My father had been called in for one of those avenger meetings. My father had insisted I come because the other avengers were bringing there children. My mother had of coarse suggested that I do as my father asked because she wanted to clean the house and she didn't think I would like that much. I wasn't going to argue with that. I definitely didn't like my mothers leisure activities, I much more preferred my fathers. Which included going to the gym and target practice. You could say that I Caroline Rogers could take down the entire school wrestling team in five minutes and you would be correct.
I stood by my father's side, arms folded over my chest just like his. Balanced perfectly on the balls of my feet. I wasn't a hundred precent comfortable around the other avengers and their children. I constantly found myself looking around at the others, sizing up their strengths and weaknesses. Things I could use if they challenged me. Something I learned and inherited from my father. I watched the Starks with much detail.
As the meeting began and we took our seats I realized how heated this discussion was going to fold out to be. Oh dear we're going to be here a while...
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