Miss America: The Daughter of Steve Rogers

Chapter 3

As we walk out, we run into a guy dressed as a black cat. He introduces himself to me as T'Challa, King of Wakanda. He had captured Zemo and invited us to come to Wakanda because we needed a safe place to discuss what our next move was.

We got back to the quinjet and Cap got us in the air. Setting our course to our destination, he gets back up from the pilots seat and slowly walks over to Bucky and I, tending to our injuries before his own.

"I'm fine." I say, swatting his hand away from my bruised cheek. "Help him."

We both glance to Bucky, who is fading in and out of consciousness. I think about asking him questions. Who are you? Who am I? Where are we going? What the hell just happened? But I decide against it. For now. There are more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

I get up and search for a first aid kit. Finding it, I come back to the two men and begin helping Cap with Bucky's wounds. He's in bad condition and I'm afraid if we don't do something now, he might not make it.

I begin putting pressure on his abdomen where an open wound is located. Then Cap completely takes me off guard.

"I'm guessing you have some questions." He says, cleaning up Bucky's face.

"We don't have to do that now." I tell him. Even though I'm curious, it can wait. Bucky is more important than my knowledge of my past. I don't know why, but he is.

"Em, he's going to be fine. Let's talk." He sends a smile my way and my nerves get the better of me. Am I really about to find out who I am? I've been awake for a few hours now, with no memory. Except for the brief flashback of training with Bucky.

"I knew him. Bucky... I knew him, didn't I?" I ask. He nods his head. "And... I know you?" I question.

"Your name is Emerson Margaret Rogers. And I'm your father." My eyes widen at his words.

"You're my dad?" I question. He nods again.

"Steve Rogers, at your service, ma'am."

"Who's my mom?" I ask. He face lowers and his eyes become glassy.

"Her name was Margaret Carter, Peggy." As he says this, I notice he's using past tense.

"Was? So she's..." I don't bother continuing my sentence.

"Just recently, actually."

"How?" I ask, not expecting what I was about to hear.

"Old age."

"Old age? How is that possible?"

Before he answers, he gets up and grabs a file from the front of the jet. Then hands it to me.

"Technically, you're not from this time period. Like me, and like him." He gestures to himself and then to Bucky.

I open the file and lay it in my lap. Steve takes over putting pressure on Bucky wound in order to let me read the information I've been longing for ever since I woke.

I take it all in. As I read the information, flashes of memories started to come back to me.

My name is Emerson Rogers. Alias: Killer Queen. Born on November 16th 1945 to Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter.

Shortly after I was born, Steve flew a plane full of explosives into a glacier of ice, presumed to be dead until he was found frozen in 2011.

Peggy Carter raised me until I was taken by a terrorist group known as Hydra. I was about five when it happened and I didn't realize what was going on at the time.

Being the daughter of Captain America, the serum was in my blood, but Hydra enhanced my strength and power. They began training me, and that's where Bucky came in. I remembered it all. Even when I had no control of my actions.

I was 10 when I went on my first mission. Bucky was against it, thought I was too young. He protected me as best as he could. But Hydra had other plans.

I went in the cryostasis chamber when I wasn't needed, and that's why I don't look my real age, which would be about 70 years old. 71 in November.

My last mission was in December 16th, 1991. The night I killed Howard and Maria Stark. We were retrieving the serum that would give Hydra five more Winter Soldiers. After that I went under. Something must have gone wrong because I didn't wake up until now, 25 years later.

Everything is clear to me now.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks me. I'm not really sure what to call him at the moment. Yes he's my father, but I've never met the man before today. I was born after he went in the ice.

I wipe the tears that I didn't realize had fallen from my eyes and look up at him. Taking in a deep breathe, I extend my hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. I reluctantly wrap my arms around him, nuzzling my head into his neck. Then we hear a cough.

Breaking away from the sentimental moment, we see Bucky staring at us. "Well don't stop on my account."

I let out a small laugh and engulf him in a hug, being careful not to hurt his already injured body. He takes the arm he still has and wraps it around me.

"So you're memories back?" He asks and I nod, still holding on tight. "It's good to see you, Em."

"Good to see you too, Buck."