Cap's kid

Bullies

*Mew's POV

     I wake up feeling better than any other day before. Even though my shoulder is sore from yesterday everything else feels better.  I get up and stretch, my elbows and shoulders pop and crack.
      'That felt so good.'
I look at the clock, it's four a.m. I have an hour before my dad has to go to work, as long as he doesn't catch me, I'm good. I walk to the bathroom and get a drink of water, I haven't been able to do this in a while. I know I have limits and I'll only be up for a few minutes. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom, even Drew allowed me to pee. But then again he never payed attention, as long as the court wasn't there. He always faked if the courts were there and I was so scared of him when he acted like that, faking always means a worse beating than the time before. To be honest, I'm still expecting my dad to snap. To be the same as Drew or worse, I still don't remember all of it, but I do remember the beatings. I'm just so scared to act scared in front of my dad that he might start being like almost everyone else, hateful and unaccepting to me. That would be almost everybody who has ever "taken care of me". I thought the weree nice at first but then they all went insane and abusive. I just hope my dad isn't like that, he seems trustworthy but I've been fooled before. People have mistaken me for being weak because I don't fight back, but I'm not. I'm stronger than they think. I'm not too weak to fight back. I just don't have human control of my strength and I don't want anyone else's blood on my hands. I'm not the killer I was designed to be. I guess I'm more like my dad than I thought, not to mention I hate bullies. I've had quite a lot.
    I use the bathroom as quick as I can then get a cup of water. That's when I hear my dad, half screaming something. It almost sounds like he's pleading with someone. I run to my dad's room, expecting to run into an intruder, or someone who's idiotic enough to break into an Avenger's home. Instead, I see him flailing his hands and trying to kick something. I feel and see his dream, it's about a past that he hated and what do you know, bullies. I go to his side, putting my hand on his forehead. I see him running from someone, bullies. I need to help him, my dad may kill me but I don't care. I have to help him and I know exactly what to do. I force a little energy into my hand, making myself enter dream. My dad is in a corner of an alleyway, surrounded by four teenagers. He looks the same to me but he won't fight back, he thinks he's weak. I just have to make him think otherwise, I have to have him see me. I run to my dad's side, grabbing his hand but only for a second. Someone else grabs me and drags me away from my dad, time stops. There's one thing that I hate more than the look on my dad's face. I can feel pain in dreams, especially if it's someone else's dream and the boy had grabbed me by the left shoulder and back.
     "Dad," I whisper. "Dad."
"Mew?" He says, confused.
"Dad you can do this, you're stronger than you think." I whisper. "I know you are."
The boy's grip tightens and a whimper of pain escapes me. Time is speeding up but as it speeds up, the tighter the boy's grip on my body becomes. The pain makes me writhe in the boy's arms.
'What do I do? Oh god what do I do?' My dad thinks, starting to panic.
"Dad... this is your mind." I say, gritting my teeth.
"What do you mean?"
"This is your dream. You are.... in control," I say, struggling to not scream. "So take back control."
"I don't think I can." He whispers.
I was gonna say something else, but time goes back to normal speed and the boy's grip is making me bleed. I scream out in pain, starting to feel dizzy.
'Oh no, not again. I don't need to pass out right now.' I think, although it's probably about to be a reality. I feel one of the other boys behind me move my hair off my shoulder. The same boy starts sucking on my neck.
"She'll be fun to play with. Is she still a virgin?" He asks, making me shiver.
"Don't you touch her!" My dad screams.
      "Oh I think we will. You're friend Muriel says we can."
       'Muriel, my name. He named me after a bully.'
I try to fight back this time but as a usual fight goes, I'm outnumbered and I can't use my power. I mean they're not real and it's my dad's subconscious. I feel my shirt being tugged up and coming off. The boys go for my underwear but I kick them away. Then they're on the ground in a matter of seconds. My dad had run at them and tackled one of them. I start fighting as well but my dad keeps forcing me back but he can't stop one of them from pulling me back into the fight. This time the boy got my underwear down, but then my dad wakes up. I fall to the ground, trying not to cry from fear. My head starts to hurt and something warm is pressed against my head.

*Cap's POV

I bolt awake and see Mew on the floor. She had been in my dream and I don't think it was my subconscious. That means she had almost been raped, trying to help me. I get down next to her and rub her head, nervous that she might flinch away. She doesn't, but I know she has to be scared. She's only a child and one that the world has tried to break from the moment she was conceived. She had been abused, illegally experimented on, as well as been given an infinity stone. Many people will want it and those many people will kill to do so. She hugs me, a kind of hug that makes you forget what was wrong, warm and gentle. She lays her head against my shoulder, her cheek's warm as a burning ember. I'm sorry to say that this feels good, but a hug from her is a very rare thing to get. I let my daughter relax against me and pick her up as sneakily as I can. I smile as she lays on the crook of my arm, my protective dad side immediately kicking in.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
She nods, shakily and whispers something under her breath. That sounds like; "It wouldn't be the first time. But I'm already..." I couldn't understand the last bit but it didn't sound good. Something's wrong
     "Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, my voice almost cracking. "And I'm not taking 'nothing', for an answer."
     Her face gets warmer and she tries to bury herself further into my arm. I feel a tear drop onto my arm.
      "The world can't break something,... that's already broken."  She whispers.
      "You're not broken. What have I told you about that." I say.
"That I'm just hurt and need rest." She whispers.
"Exactly... and I'm sure you will do better on the next mission." I whisper.
Her face lights up a bit and I instantly regret my statement. I give a slight groan and idiotic laugh.
"When you learn to actually fight. Right now there's something holding you back." I say.
"Uhm.... dad?"
      "Yeah?"
"If there was something I could do to get rid of that would you want me to do it?"
"Yeah sweetheart. If you can find something I will support you like crazy." I say.
She smiles. That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. A miracle in my mind, that someone so precious has been given to me as my daughter. There's no way I'm gonna let her become anything else, just my daughter. I don't care if she's Pansexual, Asexual, anything. I hope she doesn't care if I'm one. Then my mouth drops open.

A/N: Foreshadowing? Maybe😉 Keep reading to find out.