Steve Rogers had dealt with Tony Stark's antics since the day he awoke from the ice, and he didn't think he could find someone more frustrating. That was until Stark's offspring turned up in his life and made things far more complicated than fightin...
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Song for this chapter:
Careful by Paramore
'You can;t be too careful anymore, when all that is waiting for you won't come any closer, you've got to reach a little more.'
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{Chapter One}
{Reese's POV - Queens, NYC}
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New York was cold at night. The streets were empty and Queens was practically dead. It was understandable, given that it was five in the morning and any sane person would have gone to sleep hours ago. But my sanity was debatable, and I was perched on the ledge of an apartment building swinging my legs and drinking vodka.
I'd done a lot that night - beat up three muggers, stopped two burglaries and got through sixteen cups of coffee. I didn't do any of it for fun - I did it because it was what helped me deal with my anger management and allowed me to put my mutations to use.
That was an entirely different story, but my therapist (a stupidly expensive woman who did shit all to help me) put it down to traumatizing formative years and even worse teenage years. I'd hardly grown gracefully into an adult either. I'd never had a job and I used the money that I stole from the bad guys to pay my rent.
I felt good doing it at first - The saving people part helped cancel out the guilt of being a murderer. I had the blood of attempted rapists and muggers and murderers on my hands, and whether they deserved it depended on who you were asking. Some thought I was doing a favour to the city but the police wanted me off the streets.
I took another swig of vodka, licking my lips. I was about to give in for the night and head back home, when I heard something. It was a woman screaming, and it came from right below me. I stared longingly between the drink and the sound, before chucking the bottle to the side and tightening the strings of my hoodie to conceal my face.
I grabbed onto the fire escape of the building, my boots smacking the metal steps and forcing them to shake beneath me. I leaped off at the fourth level, landing easily on the ground behind some dumpsters. I could make out what it was now - A woman laying on the ground shaking, while a man with a knife, glinting in the half broken streetlights, stood next to her as he was robbing her.
'You hurt my mummy!' A third voice called, right in front of me on the other side of the dumpsters.
'Shut it kid, or you'll be next-' The man didn't get to finish the sentence, because with a wave of my hand, a plant pot from a balcony above us came crashing down and landed dangerously close to him.
