Cap's kid

Past pt. 1

A/N: this will only be Cap's POV and it will switch from past to present. Part two will be Mew's POV. Enjoy!!

*Past

I wake up and hear voices downstairs. Mom and Dad were talking, or fighting, I couldn't tell which. I also hear a tapping at my window. I look out to see Bucky and Muriel, my best friends, throwing pebbles. I open it and climb out, making sure not to fall into the briars. I run to them and Bucky wraps his arms around us.
"What trouble should we get into today?" He asks. "I say we just go watch a movie, then get drunk."
He's always been crazy. I can't blame him though, he's had a rough life. But we're fourteen and that's exactly what I said. They look at me and laugh.
"Then you don't have to drink... but we will." He says.
"I don't know... if papa Steve doesn't think it's a good idea." Muriel starts.
She's interrupted by me and Bucky laughing. I always laugh when she talks like that. Though I do like the thought of being a dad but not marriage, everyone in my family has had bad marriages. But I want a child of my blood, I just don't know how to get her.
     "Let's go!" Muriel screams.
      We run off down the street towards the cinema.

*Present

    I look at the picture book in front of me, pick it up and throw it at the wall. Letting out a giant groan, wanting to scream. I've done it before. I hate almost all the people in my past, except for Bucky. I'm just tired of bad memories.
'I could always go check on Mew. She seems to help... but she's asleep and I'm her father. She's supposed to rely on me, not the other way around.'
     Someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see my daughter, shaking and small.
     "What did I say about walking?" I ask almost jumping up.
     "I heard something fall and I came to make sure..."
     "That I was ok... sweetheart. I'm fine and I... just have a bad past." I say. "Still... you need to not be walking. Let's get you to bed."
     I kneel down and pick her up, carrying her into my bedroom. It's easier to keep an eye on. I lay her down on my bed and lay down beside her. I kiss her head and she flinches away.
     "Mew, how did you wake up?" I ask.
     "The loud noise woke me up."
     "I'm so sorry... I just got distracted."
     "Everyone has a past. The past can't be changed but the way you view it can. It can knock you down or you could use it as ammunition for the future." She says, her eyes bright. "Do you need to talk about it?"
    "Shouldn't I be asking you stuff like that?"
    "I suppose but I'm always here dad." She says. "Always."

*Past

    "That cartoon was sooo boring." Muriel says. "Lets go somewhere else then to the pub."
"Alright... Steve where do you wanna go?" Bucky asks.
"Ice cream shop?" I ask.
"That sounds good." Muriel says.
"Yeah." Bucky says, putting an arm around me.
We got to the ice crem shop and it was almost empty, so we go sit at the counter. We all order a coke float and fries. The waiter knows us and says;
"You guys having t'day?"
We all nod as we eat our fries. Muriel has hers with ranch and starts gossiping about people at our school. Also how she hates being called Muriel now, she wants to be called her real name, Heather. Muriel was her sister's name, she was the fiercest girl I had ever met. She had died of cancer a few years ago. If I had a daughter I could only hope she was half as good as kind as Muriel. I wonder what's happened to... Heather. She used to be nice, she used to be a good person.
(Time skip: at the pub)
    Marcus's pub is packed but the bartender is one of Heather's friends and he lets us stay. He also gives us something to drink, root beer for me and something else for Heather and Bucky. It looks like alcohol. Then Heather again starts to gossip.
'God I hate bullies.'
     Is the last thought before madness was released. Bucky punches her and starts screaming at her about me. She had been talking about me and Bucky hit her. She runs to me and pulls me out of my seat and pushes me to the ground. Bucky swings again but she runs away. She runs into the street, screaming at us. She screamed until a police car showed up and took her away. That was the last time I saw her, she moved away and never spoke to us again

*Present

I curse myself for naming Mew that. I loved her more than anything and I named after someone who I hated. She'll think I'm a terrible person. I don't even know why I said that. I mean it's a pretty name and it suits her but the fact that it's tied to the past I don't want her to know. Muriel may have been feisty but she wasn't entirely good, she was a little bit of a party girl. I don't want my daughter like that. I break down into tears just thinking about Mew, my Mew hating me. I sit next to her on the bed and curl up on my side, tears dripping into the pillow and my beard. Small hands wrap around my shoulders, Mew had heard me. She doesn't say anything though, she just hugs me. I grab her hand and kiss it.
'She is more than I could ever dream of for a daughter. She's my little angel."
(Time skip: a few hours)
The bed is cold next to me. That makes me jump straight up and almost run out of the room. I stop when I notice that Mew is in a corner, curled into a little ball, crying. I sit down in front of her, she only curls up tighter, whispering random gibberish.
"I won't, I won't go with you... what do you want? I'm not a slave." She says.
"It's just me baby... it's dad." I say, grabbing her arms.
     I see scars that she had covered up with her sleeves. I start rubbing my thumb over them, some of them were actually open a little and she had blood on her nails. I can't help wishing they were never put there. I wish I had been there. But, she relaxes slightly.
   "It's alright," I whisper. "I'm right here Angel. Is there anything I can do?"
   "You'll get mad but if you find a doctor from my experiments... don't tell them I'm alive or that you know me in anyway. Because they will hurt you and I can't... I just." She sobs.
"Alright, alright," I whisper. "Calm down... is there anything else I can do."
"It's stupid." She whispers.
"Just say it." I whisper.
"Could you sing?" She asks.
I think of a song that's calming but all I can think of are songs I had heard on the radio. But, she's asked, then I remember the song, "Heaven was needing a hero". I hope this helps because she's starting to try to scratch the scabs open. It's something
"I came by today to see you. Thought I had to let you know; if I knew the last time I held you was the last time. I'd have and never let go. Oh it's kept me awake at night wondering. I lie in the dark, just asking why? I've always been told that you won't be called home until it's your time. I guess heaven was needing a hero... somebody just like you."
She uncurls herself and I stop. She's still shaking terribly as she hugs me
"Dad, I'm scared." She whispers.
"I'll protect you... I promise," I whisper. "Nothing is going to hurt you again."