Cap's kid

Training starts Pt. 2

*Mew's POV

     We enter the building through the middle floor because the guys had control of the top two. I don't have a suit just yet so I'm wearing an oversized bulletproof vest and black leg guards. I changed my shirt to a black one because if I got blood on my other shirt, my dad would get suspicious.
    "Be careful and stay on coms," Nat says.
    I just grabbed two daggers and a handgun from the weapons drawers. I found out that I was good with daggers in fight class. And, I had been taught to shoot in the lab.
"Ok."
    They came at Nat and Peter first, I was small and hard to see so I got to sneak past the first wave of guys. Luckily there's only a small group of guys in the building, around ten and Peter and Nat were handling six. That means I have to handle four by myself. I can't walk very fast, the vest falls to my knees and it's really heavy. Uncle Bucky says that I'm skinnier than my dad before the serum, I don't understand it.
I take the vest off and drop it to the floor.
"Hey... punk junior. Why do I have a feeling you just did something crazy or stupid?" Bucky's voice rings through the com.
"Because I took my vest off." I whisper.
"You did what?!" Peter asks.
"It was slowing me down," I say.
"If one of those bullets hits you, it's gonna go right through you," Bucky says. "And if your dad doesn't kill us if you get hit then your brothers will. Because we didn't tell them about this!"
     Figures, Thor and Loki have gotten extremely protective over the past few weeks. At first we thought it was just because I had gotten hurt in fight class and Peter almost chocked me to death. On accident, I swear. But, it wasn't. Its got to where I had to get to fight class through the air vents, Tony thought it was funny. So they weren't on a need to know basis.
     "How about I just don't get shot." I say, annoyed.
"At least wait until I get there." Bucky says.
"I'll give you five minutes." I say, with a smile.
I look up and see an air vent, my lucky day, I'm also in an office. I grab a desk chair and use my telekinesis to get the vent cover off. I crawl into the vent and kick the chair away from, not able to replace the vent cover. I start crawling to the control room and come to a vent right above the room. I wait for Bucky as asked but he doesn't show. So, I wait until a guy walks under me. Then I push down the vent cover with all my strength on top of him, he's knocked unconscious. I grab the side of vent and swing down, kicking one of the other guys in the process. I draw my knives out and say;
     "Sorry to drop in."
     I know, bad pun, I get it from my dad. The guy right next to me and another guy come at me. I duck and stab their legs. I punch They fall back and I look to see Bucky staring at me.
"I thought I told you to wait." He scolds.
"Can we save this for later." I say.
"Fine, but let me..." He doesn't finish.
I feel something painful hit my side and shoulder along with gunshots. I hear Bucky shoot back and something or someone drops to the floor.
"Mew, Mew, Mew keep your eyes open." I hear Bucky's voice ring out.
My vision is going fuzzy, but I still keep my eyes open. I hear Bucky radio someone and hear him say to get medic supplies for me. I start hearing less and less and everything starts going blurry. I start crying from the pain as Bucky puts pressure on my side and shoulder.
"I... want... my dad." I muster out.
"I know kid, I'm gonna get him. Just stay with us and keep your eyes open."
"Promise?"
"I promise kid."
I feel myself getting picked up and I can't hold my eyes open anymore. I try to stay awake but I fail when everything goes black.

*Cap's POV

I'm walking with Tony when I hear Bucky's ringtone go off. I pick my phone up, knowing it's an emergency, I just have a feeling.
"Buck what's wrong?"
"I... uhm, ... it's Mew." He says, obviously holding back tears. "She uhm is in the hospital. We're sending the quinjet to pick you up. I'll explain when you get here, ok."
"What!! Where are you?!" I say.
"San Francisco." He says. "We went on a mission and she got hurt. To be honest you never said anything about her not going on missions!"
"Where's the quinjet?"
"Outside."
(Time skip: at the hospital)
As soon as I get outside Mew's room I stop. Mew's laying there with an oxygen tube and bandages around her chest and arm. I feel like I might fall to my knees and start crying. I hate seeing my baby girl like this. I go in and sit next to her, grabbing her hand. Her face is pale and she looks small in the bed.
I wake up to the sound of nurses and Mew choking. The nurses are telling her to cough so she can breathe. I see that she's coughing up watery saliva and is trying her best to breathe. I put my hand on her head.
"Sweetheart we need you to cough that saliva up, you can breathe through your nose if you can." The nurse says.
She coughs one more time, then lets out a small, raspy breath. The nurses check her IVs and vitals then leave to get a doctor. I hug her and kiss her on the head.
"Why would you do that, why would you go on a mission. You scared me half to death baby." I say.
"I just wanted to help people, like you," She says, with difficulty.
I just smile and kiss her head again. I hug her small figure against my chest.
"I know and I'm proud of you, but I want you to be safe. You're my baby girl and also one of my best friends. I love you and I don't want to lose you," I say.
      "I'm... sorry, I've... just never." She stops and moves away.
      "Never what?" I ask, confused.
      "Known a parent... who didn't want... to hurt me," She says, looking down.
      She tries to curl up into a ball but winces and retracts her knees a bit. I want to hug her and tell her that she won't have to worry about me hurting her. But, she probably wants to get off the subject.
'But, I'll just tell her this and then get off the subject.'
     "Mew, I won't ever hurt you, I will never mean to hurt you." I say, putting my hand on her shoulder, she winces. "Sorry, what happened."
      She just gives me a weak smile and lays down. She makes a 'bang bang' motion with her other hand and closes her eyes. I understand it and now I'm a little surprised that she's up and talking, but I'm not arguing. I just don't remember where she got shot. I look at the chart, it says she's got a shattered shoulder and and a half punctured lung, I don't know how that's possible. Both from bullets. The fact that she's alive is an even bigger miracle than I thought. I don't care, she's safe and alive, that's all I care about.
"How's she doing?" A doctor asks.
I was about to answer when two all too familiar figures walk in after him.