Life of the Rogers #1

Chapter 1

As usual, the Rogers household was filled with laughter and happiness. Everyone was happy and felt at home, at peace. No one had to worry about the war or any disease, they just were themselves, not a damn care anything.

"That's the life we never had," Steve said, "we didn't get to be normal or have a normal day. Every day we were worried if our father would ever come back home. No one knew the future, no one could predict what was going to happen next all we could do was hope, hope for the best."

Steve sighed and bid goodbye to everyone that was present and headed towards home, on the way home he went back to when he was young and everything wasn't so messed up.

(Somewhere around the 1940s)

Waking up was the hardest thing our youngest Rogers had ever had to do, but as a fifteen-year-old living in an army base that was always loud was a real treat to keep sleeping till whenever she wanted.

Though our youngest Rogers had some privileges being the youngest in the camp those privileges were up to a limit too. Either way, she was grateful for the privileges she still had.

Groaning she sat up from her bed pushing her hair out of her face she stretched her arms above her head feeling a few bones pop in her shoulder and back, she sighed, got up from her bed, and walked towards the attached bathroom in her dorm.

Freshening up, she wore her uniform already regretting going out of the room where she'd have to wear that excuse of a spandex uniform, she hated that uniform.

Walking out of her dorm she headed straight for the briefing area where she knew someone would be there, walking through the camp, greeting a good morning to whoever she stumbled upon she had eventually made her way to the briefing room.

Walking inside she greeted the infamous Howard Stark who was working on something she could care less about, she kept walking down the hall when she heard the familiar voice making her smile when she heard the voice giving out orders.

"Think you need to cut them some slack," leaning against the doorway she smirked as the British officer turned around, "I would if they'd listen," she said, walking over to her desk as the officers in the room quickly exited the room.

Chuckling the youngest Rogers walked in pulling a chair from the side of the room and setting it beside the British officer she sat down looking at the paperwork that was being done.

"How'd you sleep last night?"

"Peggy for the last time, it was one nightmare-"

"Which had you in a daze for hours."

Sighing she closed her eyes, "Alice, you're a kid, you've been thrown into this madness-"

"I agreed to it-"

"Do not interrupt me, young lady."

Alice pouted taking hold of the paperweight on Peggy's desk she started playing with it not looking up.

"Whether you agreed to it or not, you're still a kid, you're supposed to be running around a park not in a theatre in front of people and sleeping in an army base," Peggy said looking at her, she still had the pout on her face playing with the paperweight.

"Alice," Peggy called.

"Yeah, I heard," Alice sighed, "and besides you have me see a therapist three times a week, so I'm fine."

"You know you can quit right?" Peggy suggested.

"Meh," Alice made a face, "I'm used to this living."

"You're fifteen-"