My Little Soldier

Chapter 1

Samuel Wilson would think his life was considered pretty average. He was raised by a loving mother and father in Louisiana with his sister, Sarah. He thought he would be married by twenty-five and having kids run circles around him. At thirty-five, he only had two of his life goals. A nice, small home and a well paying career. He worked as a police detective for the Shield Police Department in Washington D.C, he enjoyed his job and was happy he had a part in putting criminals away. But he didn't want to spend the rest of his life doing this, he wanted to settle down and have a family, he just never had time.

Today was another slow day, he filled out paperwork, got coffee and filled out more paperwork.

"Hey Sam," said Steve Rogers, Sam's best friend from middle school. He worked as a forensic artist. "Natasha and I are going to the grand opening of Wanda's and Pietro's new restaurant, you want to come?" Natasha was a policewoman, she loved to chase people. She was definitely an adrenaline junkie. Natasha went to the same high school as Sam and Steve, she was a foreign student. When she first came, she spoke heavy Russian. She quickly learned English as time went on. But she would occasionally let some words slip when she was frustrated or pissed off.

"That's tonight?"

"Sure is. Unless, you're busy?"

"No, I'm not. It's been a slow day." Sam checked his watch. It was time to clock out anyway. Sam put on his trenchcoat and clocked out. Today had been extremely uneventful and he needed a pick me up today.

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff's new restaurant was name Tasteful Maximoff. They served lunch and dinner serving European food with an American twist. Wanda was a passionate cook, Pietro was more of a people person so he was a server along with their friends Peter and Scott. All of them still in college, but very close friends.

"Welcome to Tasteful Maximoff. What can I get you today?" Peter asked.

"You don't have to be formal with us, Peter." Natasha smiled.

"I know, but I need to practice."

"I understand, I'll get a martini." Nat said.

"I'll do an ice tea." Steve said.

"And I'll just do a water, no lemon." Sam said.

"Alright, I'll be back soon." Peter left. Sam sighed deeply, then rubbed his face.

"What's going on?" Steve asked.

"There's a case that been bugging me. There's been a call from a local school saying that one of their students comes in constantly starving, sleeping during class and fidgety about being touched."

"And? We're not CPS." Nat said.

"They don't know where the child lives, the address on her information card isn't correct. So they asked me to do something about it."

"Okay, that would be a little odd. What are you going to do?" Steve asked.

"I'll go up to the school tomorrow and asked for her. Something about this isn't right." Sam frowned but didn't let it bother him too much. He didn't need to feel frustrated tonight.

After an excellent dinner and a wonderful turnout, Wanda and Pietro closed the restaurant for the night. Sam went home instead of staying and having a few drinks.

Once he arrived home, he fed his little betta fish named Sapphire then went in his bedroom. He did his usual routine of taking a shower, washing his face and brushing his teeth then going to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little more productive.

The next day, Sam checked in. Filled in the paperwork for his investigation then traveled to the school.

Washington Elementary school was the smallest school in the district. There were only 165 kids in Elementary school compared to 289 kids in the district over.