Cap's kid

Last Night

Cap's POV

     "Are you serious Tony?" I ask, through gritted teeth.
     He had brought Vision to watch her. Out of all the people in the world, he chose Vision.
     "Captain Rogers I am more than capable to take care of Muriel." Vision says.
     "Hi Vision," I hear from behind me.
     "Hello, Mew." He says.
     "Muriel Rogers get back in your room," I say.
     "Fine." She says and goes back down the short hall.
     "It'll be alright, no harm will come to the precious child." Vision reassures.
     "But what about the stones? If they connect or something like that, what could happen?" I worry.
     "Nothing," Tony says. "Besides, she's related to you. She's strong enough to handle anything this world can throw at her."
     I smile a weak one, but still a smile. She was very strong and Vision is a very reliable friend. He wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on her, he would protect her.
    "Alright, but I want updates," I demand.
    "Done." Vision says.
    "Alright, go get anything you need and meet me in the car," Tony says.
    I walk in, letting Vision in behind me, and go to my room. I grab my wallet and my phone, then walk out of the room. Mew is laying down in bed and half asleep, I walk in.
"Goodnight Angel," I whisper.
    "Good night dad. Let me know how your date goes." She yawns out.
    I kiss her cheek gently and ruffle up her hair, she giggles as I walk out into the hallway. I walk to the door and Vision watches Mew's door.
    "No walking through walls," I demand and walk out of the door.
    Tony chuckles at me and opens his car door. I get in and buckle my seatbelt, Tony gets in and we drive off.
We end up in a bar somewhere in Manhattan. I and Tony are doing shots and talking. Then I remember kissing him for a good few minutes. The next thing I know, we're in my bedroom.

Mew's POV

I run down the hallway of what seems to be a never-ending, concrete hallway. The already dim lights are flickering and every time they do someone gets closer and closer. I have blood dripping from my injured middle back. The enemy wasn't as easy as I had thought but I only got the few wounds. The enemy, however, was bled out and hanging execution style from his balcony. I had enjoyed this kill, I watched him bleed and had licked the blood from my knife afterward. I'm almost to the end of the hall when something grabs me from behind.
"Who are you?" A gruff voice asks. "What did you do?"
'Bring out the innocent act.'
I start crying and fall to the ground.
"He-he ... oh god. He tried to rape me and I-I... I didn't mean to. Oh my god, killed him! I killed him! Oh god, please, it was just self-defense, I swear it." I sob.
I look up at the man. He's a tall dark, skinned security officer, that has obviously lived up to the stereotype that cops love donuts. He looks like an African-American, middle-aged Santa. The man had a look saddened pity on his rounded face.
"Oh dear... well what could you do, you were just defending yourself. I'll explain everything to the cops. Don't worry you'll be fine." He says.
I nod and he turns around to call for backup, I scramble out of the room before he turns back and I run to the safe space. A woman with short red hair and a white coat comes out of an old warehouse. My doctor, Mrs. Lita, who usually gives me my medical exams. She approaches me with a blanket and a weird piece of tech. The tech looks like a PEZ container, but it wasn't so sweet. She scans me with a small green ray, which also makes my back and head hurt like hell. It ends in a long, life draining, minute though. I can't fight it and I can't stop it. I was programmed to be obedient and silent. The
"Experiment MU-47, where are you injured?" She asks.
"My middle back, curved along my ribs."
She wraps the blanket around me and we walk inside. I'm greeted by a boy with a spiked grey haircut, Matthew, his face shows that something is coming. His green eyes are dim forests and he refuses to meet my gaze or to stand straight. He has black baggy workout shorts and a yellow athletic tee, as well as black slides. I suddenly feel out of place realizing that everyone else was either wearing lab coats and uniforms or athletic clothes. I, however, looked like an apocalyptic school girl. I have on a blue and white plaid mini-skirt, with a black belt and business shirt. The belt is adorned with pouches, two small daggers, and a gun hidden in the back. But my navy blue blazer, that happens to have an inner lining of Kevlar. My shoes, however, are black combat boots and splattered with blood. Then again, all of my clothes were, the bottom half of my blue blazer is now a deep burgundy. My hair was dyed a pitch-black, which hid some of the drying dark liquid.
"Matt, what is it?" I ask, but before he has a chance to answer, I'm grabbed and ushered away to an exam room.
I'm dragged into a glass and metal cage and chained down to the floor. The chains are on my wrists and shoulders. The box shuts and a group of what look like military officers and investors walk in front of it. A loud voice comes blaring in my mind.
"Fight! You know what's going to happen, just fight back."
    My instincts were too late though, things that look like electric saws come from the wall side and behind walls. They attack my skin, cutting along the top side of all my ribs. The bottom of the cage starts to fill with blood, it's up to the tops of my feet. I let out a scream. Not a  weak, girly shriek, but an actual scream of pain. One that you would hear in a natural disaster, preferably one that involves fire. I scream until there's not enough blood pumping to power my voice. I fall to the ground but it's not out of weakness, it's out of preparation. I've learned that when my energy can flow through my body faster, there's a bigger disperse of power. I draw in my strength and give it to the stone, an orange light begins to glow in my chest. I draw in more strength and determination, the light gets brighter. I wait until the glow is as bright as I can get it and release the energy. I scream as I do so, it hurts so bad that I can't even open my eyes. I scream and cry. I feel the chains break and then, I wake up. Someone is shaking me awake. My reflexes kick in and I punch the person was shaking me, sending them to the floor. I jump on them, pinning the person to the ground.
    "Wow 47," a high pitched voice rasps. "We trained you good, didn't we? Let's see how you do, three on one, shall we."
    My eyes widen as my window shatters. Two more people jump into my room.
    'Great...'
    I'm in an old sweater and athletic shorts and I'm about to face three guys in full riot gear. Not to mention the tallest person had an illegal, military-grade, machine gun. This is gonna be a fun night.
    "Well, I've been itching for a fight. So how we gonna do this," I say, undeniably sarcastic. "Y'all going to fight or do you need a stage director?"
    The biggest guy swings, I dodge and do an aerial flip into another one, knocking him through the window. I knee the biggest guy three times in the ribs, he falls but gets back up. The one I tackled earlier throws me through my door into the hallway. I run to the kitchen, hoping to find Vision to even out my odds. Because if I'm being honest, the window thing was just dumb luck. But that's the only luck I'm getting tonight, Vision isn't in the apartment. I turn on my heels, just in time to avoid a kick to the head. I grab his leg and pull him to the ground. I start to move out of the way of another punch but I'm caught by the guy who was just on the floor. Man, is he on steroids or what?
     "Hmm, out of moves?"
"Well, look at you," I sneer. "Having to have steroids here hold me down and you actually thought that you could take me down with just two goons."
     I jump, twist around steroids' back, and drag him to the ground again. This time I slam him so hard that he should be knocked out of it for at least a few minutes. I use my telekinesis to grab a knife from the cupboard and
    "My dear 47. But we have taken you down," he holds up a small detonator and pushes the button.
     I feel myself freeze. That wasn't a detonator, it was a control switch. It was something they used back in the lab to shut me down.
    "Now it's just you and me."
    He raises his hand to hit me but stops.
    "And me," Archer says, basically coming out of nowhere. "And I don't like it when people mess with my girl."
     Archer puts their hand on my attacker's neck. He starts choking and coughing out blood, then he falls to the ground dead. Archer picks up my control switch, hits the release button, and smashes it. I start to fall but Archer catches me by my shoulders. I breathe heavily against him, my body feels like lead. They help me get to the couch and lay me down. They touch the dead man on the floor and they start to burn. A minute later he's nothing but ash. Steroids wakes up, trying to remove the knife I had lodged in his elbow, Archer kills and burns him too. They turn and rush over to me.
     "Are you ok?"
      I just give him a long annoyed look.
     "Right," they say. "I'll get this cleaned up. Then we'll get you back to your room."
I roll my eyes, reach my hand out, and use my telekinesis to move all the ashes to the trash can. They spin around and return the look of annoyance, I start giggling. They walk over and the door opens. Me and Archer's eyes go wide as Tony enters with my dad draped over him.
"What happened here?" He asks.
"What happened there?" I ask and point to my dad.
"Explain later," Archer, me and Tony say in unison.
Tony moves my dad to his bed and comes back out with his arms crossed. Archer and I look at each other then back at Tony.
"I'll make you a deal..." I start.
       He nods.
       "A) I won't tell my dad that Vision bailed. B) I won't tell him that I saw him drunk and with you. And C) I won't tell him that the people that did experiments on me came and attacked me. If you, A) convince him that we have to move somewhere safer, aka Avengers HQ. B) Don't tell him about this. And C) NEVER tell him that Archer was here. Deal?"
       "Deal. So, you never saw this," Tony says and does a drinking motion with his hand.
       "Saw what," I agree. "And you never saw them?"
       "Saw who?" He says through a chuckle.
        We shake hands, awkwardly because I was on the couch still, barely able to move. Tony calls someone to pick Archer up and Archer whispers something to him.
      "So Mew, is there anything that needs to be fixed, or blamed on your "sick" dad?"
"Window," I whisper.
"Ok, I'll handle that and you should get some rest."
"Fine... but my dad," I try to protest, but fail because I could barely talk.
"Will be fine," Archer says. "Tony will help him and I'll help you."
Tony walks to my room, walks back and stares at me. I shake my hands in a "not me" kinda motion. I try to get up but both Archer and Tony get me to lay back down. I hear my dad start coughing, Tony jogs back there. Archer goes to the kitchen and searches for something in either cabinets or the refrigerator, for ten minutes. I also hear Tony and my dad scuffle around in his room and my dad coughing again. Archer comes back with a mug of something, a warm and dark liquid. They hand it to me and I stare at it, there was no possible way I was drinking it.
"What, I'm not gonna poison you, it'll help. It might not taste the best but it works."
"Drink it," I say.
They roll their eyes but takes it anyway, and takes a sip. They hand it back to me then I take a swig, I almost barf. I want to throw it at the ground and run to the bathroom. But instead, I continue to drink it, until it's all gone, and then drop the mug. I swallow vomit down and go into an in and out nightmare filled sleep. All the while me trying to scream and sometimes succeeding when I came back to consciousness. Then stopping when I came went back to my nightmares. My uncle Tony whispers something to me every time I scream, then, I hear someone else's voice. Someone I know I recognize, just can't remember who at the moment.

*Cap's POV

I look at Tony, he's sitting on my bed and watching me. He's drinking a cup of coffee. My head feels like it's been through a blender, I sit up and basically growl in pain.
"Good morning," he whispers. "How's that hangover?"
I give him an annoyed look, that shuts him up. I sit up, almost vomiting. Tony puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Careful, you've already gotten into enough trouble."
I smile, a small smirk but still, and I start chuckling. My chuckling stops abruptly when I hear a cry come from my living room. My head starts to hurt, but that's not what I'm concerned about. That cry had been my daughter. I try to get up to help her but fall to the ground.
   "Calm down Steve, I'll help her."
   "But, I..."
   "Fine," He says. "Hearing your voice may help. She was worried about you."
    He wraps my arm around his neck, pulling me to my feet.
    "I thought I couldn't get drunk?"
    "You can't, you got sick. But the alcohol didn't help," he whispers.                                   I walk out to the living room and see Mew on the couch crying and half screaming. It's been such a long time since Mew has had a nightmare, I thought I was helping her with those. Tony helps me over to the couch. I move Mew's head and sit on the couch, putting her head in my lap.
"Mew, sweetheart," I say. "Wake up, you're safe, you're home."
The screaming fades into soft cries, as well as noises of confusion. I rub her head, she has a bad fever, and blow on her face. Her eyes open and go wide, she rolls off of me, terrified. She hits her head on the coffee table.
"Mew, what's wrong? It's just me, it's just dad."
"I don't..."
She goes into a fit of coughing. As well as shaking violently.
"What," Tony asks. "Mew what's going on?"
She starts crying and saying a phrase in what sounds like Latin over and over again. I look to Tony for a little help.
    "Mew, do you know where you are," He asks.
    She shakes her head, still shivering.
   "I don't know, I don't..."
   "Hey, Tony. How is a fever causing this?"
    He shakes his head. Mew curls herself into a small ball and tries to get under the coffee table.
   "Hey, it's ok," I assure her. "We'll start small, like what's your full first name?"
    "M-Muriel, I think."
    "That's right, now what's your last name?"
     "Uhm, I know this!"
     She waits a few seconds then answers correctly. But she still got confused about somethings, like who I was. She remembered Loki and Thor very well however. She seems to be doing better, until I ask;
     "What about last night? What happened last night?"
She looks at Tony. He whistles and starts backing up.
"Uhm yeah about that...," He says.
"What about last night, Tony?"
"All I'm gonna say," he squeals. "Is that I told you to move into the HQ awhile ago. She also told you that..."
"What?! What did my daughter tell me!"
"That I was dangerous," she says. "Look what I've done to you two. And, I told you that sooner or later you wouldn't want me anymore."
     I turn and drop my jaw open. My daughter was standing up for Tony.
"But I don't know if that's not true anymore and that scares me. The last time that happened, everyone that I cared about either died or disappeared. You can't imagine that feeling of being the one who killed someone innocent. Do you still want me, now?"
She cries and wipes tears away violently.
"I love you angel, nothing's gonna change that," I whisper, she gets up and hugs me, almost crying. "But we will probably move after this explanation."