Cap's kid

The hard way or the easy way?

*Cap's POV

          I was walking home when a teenage girl runs up to me begging for help.
          "Whoa whoa," I say, "what's going on?"
          "These boys are beating my friend," she cries. "They're gonna kill her."
         "Where?" I ask, panicked.
         "In the alley," she says as she starts running. "Come with me. I'll show you."
I dart after her and see three guys surrounding a tiny girl with blonde hair, her fists raised. The biggest boy in the group takes a swing. She dodges, but the other two boys grab her by the arms and start pulling while the other punches her.
         "Hey!" I scream.
The boys turn and run away, leaving the girl shaking in the fetal position. The girl who confronted me runs up to her friend, trying to comfort her.
         "June," the shaking girl says. "I thought I told you to go home. You know I could've handled it."
         "Why would she do that?" I accidentally ask  aloud.
         The girls look and June whispers something to the other girl.
         "Because," she shivers, "she has a loving family and I don't. She took me in as her friend even after she found out what I was."
         "What does that mean?" I ask curious.
         "She's abused in the foster  home she's in," June confesses standing up.
        I look at the girl on the ground and I can see all the signs of an abused kid: the poorly hidden scars, the starved body with barely any muscle, and the pained expression in her eyes. I wanted to help her, I wanted to be able to tell her that she didn't have to be scared of those people anymore, but I couldn't. I didn't even know her first name. All I could ask was,
         "Why?"
         "I'm dangerous," she says.
         "Well so am I," I reply holding out my hand, "I'm Steve Rogers."
           "I'm MU-47," she states shaking my hand, "I was never really given a name."
           "You were an experiment," I ask shocked, "who's, one of Stryker's."
          She shakes her head and pulls out dog tags from underneath her shirt, U.S. dog tags.
          "She was experimented on, in a U.S. weapons lab," June interrupts, "and they took her away from her family when she was a baby."
          "That's terrible! What do you want me to call you? I have a feeling you don't like to be called MU-47."
          "My uncle used to call me Mew," she whispers.
         I held in a little chuckle.
          "Alright, Mew. Can you stand? I want to help you."
There was a sudden spark in her eyes. The same spark I got when someone took a chance on me.
          "I-I think I can," she whispers, starting to move.
          She's actually skinnier than I thought. Her legs and arms were bony, but strong. Probably from fighting off and running from bullies. Her blue jeans were torn, as was her shirt, and both were about fall off her tiny body. Her shirt fell off her shoulder to reveal a bruise that was obviously not new.
     "Who did you get that from?," I ask.
     "Probably one of her foster parents, ... again," June answers.
     Mew looks up at her then up at me then back at June and whispers, "June!" as a warning.
    "No, no. Go on," I say.
    June explains just about everything she can about Mew, on the way to where Mew apparently lived while I'm holding her back from jumping on June, she obviously hated the subject. All of a sudden June and Mew both stop and look at the run down house we were in front of.
"Here we are," Mew says and walks inside.
"It's such a shame no one wants to adopt her," June tells me, "she's so innocent even after all she's gone through... well anyway I better go."
That gave me a good idea, a good yet at the same time crazy. I head inside after Mew.

*Mew's POV

       I walk inside and instantly start shaking. I start to think that I'm in the clear of my foster parents until I bump into someone, my foster dad, Drew.
       "Where have you been brat!!," he screams grabbing my arm with one hand and a razor from his pocket in the other.
        "Outside, like a normal kid."
He puts the razor to my wrist and starts to make a cut. Blood seeps out and drips to the floor as he makes three more.
"That's just the thing isn't it you're not a normal kid are you. Heck you weren't even born right and your brother gave you that stupid necklace for protection." He says and starts going on about my uselessness and about my brother abandoning me out of fear.
     My chest begins to tighten and I feel myself start to activate, but I refuse and force it down. I am not what they made me, I am not what he says I am, I am me and I am human. As I'm resisting the activation out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of movement. The next thing I know I'm on the floor and the man who helped me earlier, Steve, has Drew against the wall talking to him. I couldn't hear the first part because my ears were ringing but I did hear ,
"So what's it gonna be the hard way or the easy way?," Steve asks.
"I-I-I'll go get the papers," Drew whimpers.
He walks over to me,takes one look at my arm, and starts giving me instructions.
"Mew, sweetheart I need you to go get the stuff you're gonna need. Then put a washcloth on your arm, and come back down here and stay close to me okay." he says while stroking my head.
I nod and head upstairs to my room, quickly grab a washcloth and duct tape for my arm.
           Man this is going make a big abrasion when I take it off.
My room isn't too hard to pack up, all my clothes and books fit into a book bag, and there's enough room for my toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush. When I bend down to zip it up my dog tags fall out along with my other necklace that my brother gave me, even though he had to give it to a scientist to give to me. It still made me feel better knowing that that I wasn't truly alone and it still does. I decide not to dwell on the past and head downstairs.

*Cap's POV

The man who I caught hurting Mew, Drew apparently, gives me the paperwork. I read and sign them as quickly as I can, hand them back, and call the social worker just in time to see Mew come down with a black backpack on. Her arm was now covered in blood even through the washcloth and ... is that duct tape, must've been all she had. She's shaking a little now from blood loss.
"Let's get you outa here." I say
I lead her to my car that was luckily just down the street. I almost forgot the file was in my hand.
I'll read it when I get home.
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I have to stop by the pharmacy to grab some bandages and disinfect for Mew's arm. When I come back out she's asleep.
         Better do it now while she's asleep.
           She flinches when I take the duct tape off but doesn't wake up which makes it easy to re-bandage the wound. I close the car door as softly as I can when I get back in and start driving home again.

Mew was still asleep when we got to the apartment building and the shaking had gotten  worse so I grab her bag and carry her inside. She was lighter than I expected like she hadn't eaten in days, but that wouldn't surprise me considering the circumstances. I lay her down on the couch and cover her with a blanket. I grab her file, sit down next to her, rub her head and start reading the file.  That's when I see something shocking under her family information, her father is ... me.