Steve Rogers was in Brooklyn, but the city was a stranger to him. No longer was it the place where he'd lived with his mother. Actually, that home was a historical landmark now. No longer was it the place where he'd befriended James Barnes. Now, that friendship was memorialized: in his mind, his art books, and in museums. It was Brooklyn, but it wasn't 1940's anymore. Here he was, a living fossil walking about in the year 2010.

That crash in the Arctic had been like a time machine for him. He left in 1942, leaving behind his entire life, and came up in a new world. Every time he took a bus or a train up to Brooklyn, he hoped it would take him back to where he belonged. But maybe it was better this way somehow; what would a 1950's Brooklyn have been without Bucky. At least here, his best friend was a 4 hour train ride away.

Usually, Steve would grab a bite at one of the old diners in his old neighborhood, but today all the nostalgia had made him loose his appetite. So, he forewent the food and got a train back to D.C. It was a 4 hour long train ride one way, but it wasn't like he had anything better to do. 

Since being unfrozen SHIELD had given him a crash course in history, set him up with a place, and even got him a bank out. The 3 million dollars owed to him by the Army had to go somewhere! Of course, they couldn't give it to him lump sum, so they set up a monthly payment plan.

On par with the world around him, Steve too had turned bitter compared to his old self. This wasn't his world! He made no friends, no girlfriends. It had been almost two years now, and he still hoped for a way back. Maybe he'd visit Howard's son to get help with that. Tony, they called him. A chip off the ole block. A world class genius, just like his father. A partier like his old man too, if not worse. These days he went by Ironman, flying around New York in a fancy tin suit. Steve had always thought that one trip up to NY he would knock on Stark's door, introduce himself, but never came around to do it. He was too stuck in the past to reach for the future.

Steve spent the 4 hour ride drawing in his sketchbook. He'd draw people from his past staring in awe at modern day Brooklyn. Or, he'd sketch a stranger from now freaking out being stuck in the past. It was his way of fun. Steve had little enjoyments in his life. He lived in a closed down gym, a place he chose so he could vent out his feelings. He had a t.v. and a dvd player; sometimes he'd watch the news, or rent out some movie or tv show DVD from the video store in his block. There was a park near by too, where Steve would go every early morning for a run. He'd built a quiet and invisible life for himself, just the way he liked it.

It was almost 8 by the time he came back home. Feeling a bit hungry now, he decided to go down to the local diner for a quick meal. It wasn't a very busy place, a fact he liked. What he didn't appreciate was that the price for his meal of choice had gone up since he'd gone down. But, that was how the world worked.

Steve stared out the window, eating alone at the table by the exit. The diner had been quiet for the last twenty minutes, but was now broken by the angry voice of a man calling for a girl to stop. He turned to the noise and the girl slid into the seat across him, breathing heavily.

"You didn't pay for the food!" said the cashier in a heavy accent.

"Chill! I just came to get my brother to pay, didn't realize I took the bag with me," the girl tilted her head out at Steve, and the cashier stared between the two.

The super solder put down the last piece of his sandwich on the paper, and swallowing the food in his mouth, took out his wallet.

"She's adopted. How much?" Steve asked as the girl looked at him, enjoying her play.

"$6.85," the cashier said and Steve smacked down a five and two dollar bills, letting him keep the change.

The girl leaned back and finally opened her take out bag, digging into her food.

"Back in my day, that used to be around two dollars."

"Back in your day, dude! You're probably younger than my mom!"

"I was born in 1918. Steve Rogers, at your service, apparently."

"Wow! Ya know," the girl spoke as she ate, her fork pointed across, "I thought you looked like Captain America, but damn! You're the real deal!" she went back to her food and Steve ate the last of his sandwich.

"Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you! My last school once took us to the museum in D.C for history class. I checked out your section. These past few weeks I spent my time stalking you." She stuffed a fork full in her mouth, then wagged the utensil accusingly at him. "You have a very routine life, big brother." She winked.

"And what's your name, little sister?"

"Kiera."

"Kiera-?" Steve asked, gulping down his drink.

"Kiera, Kiera. Don't got a last name."

"Oh. So what was your plan to get away?"

"Eh, I was just gonna run out, or bump into someone and blame them and cause a scene. But I decided to play the old vet."

"Haha. Very funny. So you were going to steal?"

"Hey, when you live on the street-" Kiera shrugged and finished her food, letting him figure out the rest.

"Well then, good luck out there," Steve picked up his tray and threw it out before walking out the door, and Kiera raced to finish her food and ran after him, leaving her empty bag on the table.

"Hey wait! That was rude," she told him as she walked next to him.

"Sorry." Steve rolled his eyes. "Don't you have a place to be?"

"Okay," she pretended to search, "Oh here's a street, here's a me."

Steve sighed and walked ahead, leaving her to jog to catch up again.

"Hey so, do you like ever dream about or think about the past? Do you have any recurring dreams or nightmares?"

"What, are you the street psychiatrist now?"

"What? No, we're friends, I just wanted to ask."

"We are not friends," Steve corrected her.

"Fine, we're adopted siblings. So, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have dreams, or nightmares?" She rolled her eyes this time.

"Yeah, I think about the past. I missed like 70 years, so that's all that's stored up here."

"Do you have dreams about other things?"

"Weird question to ask."

"Cause the only dreams I've always had have something to do with my past."

"And you are how old?"

"I'm 17. But every night I go to sleep, I dream about, my mom and dad I guess. My dad, he had hair as black as mine, and my mom, she had golden white hair and man was she pretty! But she was always sad."

"That part's the nightmare?"

"No, the nightmare is when people break into our house, and I'm shoved into a closet and that's when I wake up. But there's always this jolly blonde giant, who's the comedic relief in all that drama."

"You dream movies?" He asked sarcastically and stopped in front of a building.

"I live for movies, and story books."

"No school?" Steve asked as he fished his pocket for keys.

"No parents," she reminded him, "Looking for these?" Kiera dangled his keys on her finger and he swiftly grabbed them, unlocking the abandoned building.

Soon as the door opened, Kiera ran through, and Steve sighed for the tenth time before walking in behind her.

"You live in a gym?" she asked as she took in the place.

"Well, a resurrected man doesn't really have a place to own so," he threw the keys on the front desk and walked in to the gym. Kiera skipped a rope she'd found, then quickly dropped it and ran to the punching bag.

"Oh man! Look at this bag? You get a lot of break-ins here?" she asked as she rotated the bag on its hinges, commenting on its beat up shape.

"Nope, that's just big brother."

"You did that?" She pointed to it, then answered her own question, "of course you did, you're Super Soldier."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry, mind if I go at it?"

"Sure, let me grab you some-" Steve had gone over to the desk to get her some gloves, but the loud smack drew him sprinting back to the gym. He stared at Kiera, who was standing next to the wide swinging punching bag.

"Yeah, forgot to mention, I'm an anomaly too."

"Great, the anomaly family," Steve said as he walked over, scratching his head.

"You're not a company person, are you?" Kiera said, walking around as she checked out the other instruments.

"Why, you know a group of resurrected people from the '30s?"

"Aren't you a butterfly?" she poked at him, following him to the back. "This the bedroom?"

"Yeah. That's where I sleep," he pointed to the stack of wrestling mats, "We'll have to figure out where you sleep," he darted a look at the clock. Figured he'd have to let her stay the one night.

Kiera looked at the time and jumped, apparently remembering something and she grabbed his arm, pulling him to the door.

"Figure that out later," she told him, without even turning back.

"After what?" Steve asked, pacing behind her.

She grabbed the keys off the table and dragged him outside, handing him the keys to lock up.

"They're playing Maleficent at the park down the blocks," she managed to give him a short answer before sprinting towards the park.

When the two got there, Steve complained about the crowd but Kiera dragged him to a big tree, asking for lift up the trunk. Steve followed after her and they sat on different branches with their backs against the trunk.

"Better, scrooge?" she teased him and he mumbled back a reply.

The movie started with trailers and Kiera introduced the actors, also filling him on the 4-1-1 of Hollywood. She told him about her admiration for Angelina Jolie, liking her independence and power in the media. Steve was impressed that actors were ambassadors for the U.N.

The movie ended, and Steve was helping her off the branch when a girl ran up under the tree, being chased by a group of men. The girl stopped and let them reach her before she took out a can from her purse and sprayed at them, making them fall back a little. Kiera jumped down from the tree and fought them off, breaking a nose here and an arm there, sending them running home. Steve then finally had a chance to jump down and asked the girls' safety.

"Wow, thank you. That was awesome. My parents make me carry pepper spray with me, but you were just, wow! Where did you learn that?" the brunette girl exclaimed.

Both Kiera and Steve scratched their heads and looked at each other, before Kiera suddenly replied;

"Well, it's all thanks to my brother Steve! He taught me self-defense. We just got the gym downtown and he was thinking of starting classes to get some money going,"

"Kiera!" Steve grabbed her but she shook him off.

"Classes! That's cool. Have you opened yet? Cause I would love to learn what you just did there. My brothers would too, if self-defense didn't sound too girly to them."

"We're gonna do martial arts too! We're starting at $10 a class, and I can help you figure out a schedule, too. We start in two weeks after we finish fixing up the place," Kiera promoted her imaginary school and the girl bought it.

"That's great, Kiera. How rude of me, I'm Lindsay. Here let me give you my number," Lindsay searched in her purse for pen and paper, and Steve and Kiera bickered mutely, and then quickly smiled at Lindsay when she looked back up again.

"Here you go. Do you have a phone?"

"Not yet, we just moved. But I'll hit you up when I get one?"

"Great. So, how old are you? I'm 14," Lindsay told about herself.

"I just turned 17," Kiera exchanged.

"17. That's nice, so does that mean you're going to enroll at the local high school?"

For the first time Kiera was at a loss for words, but Steve put a hand on her shoulder and answered for her.

"Kiera graduated early, she doesn't like to boast," he smiled down at her and Kiera mouthed a thanks.

"So then would it be possible for you to tutor me?" the girl asked hopeful.

"Sure you know, but I-I haven't studied the whole year so, you're going to help me help you!"

"That's a deal," Lindsay excitedly shook hands with her when her phone pinged.

"That's my mom, I gotta go back. But I'll wait for your call and see you around the park?"

"You bet, have a good night," the fake brother sister turned to leave but Lindsay stopped them.

"Hey, can I take a picture of you guys?" she asked, holding up her phone.

Steve slumped but Kiera pulled him up, answering positive for the both of them.

*Click!*

"There! The girl who saved me, and her big brother. My brothers will be so stoked." She showed them the picture but her phone rang again, and Lindsay bid them goodbye as she ran off home.

"M.A. classes?" Steve annoyed-ly asked on their way back to the gym.

"What? Kiera whined, "we need an income don't we?"

"There is no we!" Steve reminded her.

"Alright! But relax; you got two whole weeks to get ready."

"Gee, thanks." Steve retorted.

"You're welcome Mr. Scrooge. Ooh, we're gonna have to come up with a name for the gym!"

"How bout I'm not doing this?"

"Nah. I like I'm gonna make you do it!"

"I really like I can kick you out."

"How about winner gets the vote?" Kiera made a running pose.

"You're on!" Steve said behind his back, already running off.

"Hey no fair!" She called after him and didn't waste a second more before running after, their cackles and dialogue bouncing off the walls in the dark night.

Pronunciation: Key-era