America's Princess

Dear Mr. Rogers

Dear Mr. Rogers,

Hi, my name is Saralina Marie Williams. I am 8 years old and well, I'm your daughter. Mother told me (when she was drunk) that my father was Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, aka you. She also told me that she sent a letter to you when I was about 4 years old, telling you that she would send me to see you on my 10th birthday. I can't  wait to meet you!

Love:

S.M.R

I wrote in my journal as the bus stopped and I walked into my classroom to start school.

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"I bet Captain America ditched you on purpose! Who would ever want you?" The kids on the playground yelled as they beat me up.
"I bet she's just lying! If Captain America is your dad, then Thor is my uncle!" A different kid yelled as he kicked me in the stomach and a bolt of lightning hit behind him about 3 feet away and I laughed.

*** 2 years later ***

"Get up!" Mother yelled as she hit my back where sh- it was sore, and I jumped. "Get dressed, you're meeting your father today." She growled as I zoomed into the bathroom and got dressed.

I put on some white flats and pulled my long, wavy, blonde hair into a side braid that reached my stomach before I ran back to my mother in anticipation as she struggled to open a portal and pushed me in before shutting it. I cried out as I fell and twisted my ankle.
"Dad?... Mr. Rogers?" I called out before getting up and limping over to the street corner... well, I did see the Avengers Tower... it was just further away then I would have liked, but this was better then never seeing him at all, so I limped a mile, or so, towards the Tower.
Once I got there it was dark outside and I knocked on the door.
"Hello?" I asked as a light above me came on and I looked up to see a camera.
"Saralina?" A voice asked.
"Depends on who's asking... I'm looking for my dad... Ca- er Steve Rogers?" I corrected myself as the camera went away and the door opened. I stepped inside hesitantly as a cup of hot chocolate was handed to me by a person beside me. I jumped and winced slightly from the slight throb in my ankle before looking at the person beside me.
"Hi, I'm Natasha Romanoff." Black Widow smiled lightly at me.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm... uh... I'm not supposed to tell strangers my name." I flushed slightly from embarrassment.
"Don't worry, would you like a cup if hot chocolate while you wait for your dad to come down?" She offered.
"Sure, thank you! I love hot chocolate." I grinned.
"Oh, we know dear, your father goes on and on about you." Scarlett Witch says.
"You work with him, right?" I asked already knowing. I've seen all the movies so far.
"Yeah, but from your little smile there, I'm guessing you already knew that." Wanda nudged my shoulder lightly.
"Maybe a little... have you guys already fought Ultron?" I asked abruptly.
"Yes, we have... you do know more... he was right." Tony said.
"Just make sure you don't tell anyone... ok?" Clint said as I nodded trying not to fangirl too hard and make a fool out of myself.
"Is your ankle ok?" Bruce asked as he noticed my ankle starting to swell.
"Yeah... moth- er I kinda fell." I corrected myself hoping they won't catch on.
"Did she push you?" Steve asked.
"Uh... no?" I asked before trying to get up and having everyone push me back down.
"We don't want you to get more hurt, ok sweetheart?" Dad said as he knelt in front of me. I put my cup down and pushed myself into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"I knew it." I whispered.
"You knew what?" Nat asked.
"I knew Captain America was my dad! Everyone called me crazy and a liar, but I always knew. Also, Where's Thor? I have to thank him for almost hitting a kid with lightning when they started to beat me up." I bubbled but shrunk once I replayed that sentence in my head.
"You're beat up at school?" Dad asked.
"It was only because they were picking on my friends... I should also mention that I've been kicked out of about 3 schools in the last year." I cringed as Tony choked.
"Why were you kicked out?" Tony asked.
"In my defense they threw the first punch and I just finished it. It's not my fault that after I hit them back they ran off crying to the teacher!" I defended as Tony busted up laughing.
"You're a tough cookie, you know that?" Nat chuckled.
"Why did they try to hit you?" Wanda asked.
"Because I stood up to them when they were picking on the little kids, and I'm different. I have ADHD." I frowned.
"That just means that you'd make for a great warrior." Nat said as she ruffled my hair.
"Really?" I grinned.
"Yeah, it you'd like, and if your dad's ok with it, I can teach you how to fight." Nat said.
"And I can teach you mechanics." Tony offered.
"Yes! Oh dad! Can I?! Please?" I pleaded with my puppy eyes.
"Uh... ok, just don't get hurt. At 10 you go straight to bed, ok?" He said giving me a dad look.
"Yes! Thank you! I love you dad!" I kissed his cheek and got up only to fall back down because of my ankle.
"Once your ankle is better, then you can. You need to heal first." He frowned changing his mind as I awed and he scooped me up and brought me to the room I was going to stay in for the time being. "Night, Sweetheart." He kissed my forehead.
"Night, dad. I love you." I smiled sleepily.
"I love you, too." He whispered before he closed the door and once my head hit the pillow, it was off to dreamland for me.