The next morning, Steve went on his usual 5am run, leaving Kiera sleeping on the actual bed that SHIELD had made him get. Since his time in the army, and even compared to 1940s beds, today's beds were marshmallows. This morning, his head wasn't filled with the past; or well, not in devastating memory. He kept thinking about the girl sleeping in his house. Not even a day in, and she was changing his life. Good or bad he didn't know, but change was definitely in the air.

Steve thought of calling social services; maybe some foster home was missing a 16 year old. But then he remembered how awful orphanages could be, and decided to keep up the charade. He remembered how Bucky and his family had taken him in after his mother had died. He also remembered how his best friend doted in his sisters and his youngers, Steve included. Maybe he'd take in Kiera as a legacy of his and Bucky's relationship.

It was hitting 7 when Steve came back, and his little sister was still asleep. No surprise there; Kiera had stayed up all night making plans for their imaginary gym. The bedroom was what would have been the gym's front office. There was a full en-suite bathroom too, thanks to SHIELD. There, Steve took a shower, actually contemplating running the gym. When he came out, Kiera wasn't in the bed. It hurt him a little to think she'd run out on him, but then he walked out the room.

"Morning, big bro! Made breakfast." Kiera called over from the makeshift kitchen.

He didn't need cabinets, he didn't even have dishes. SHIELD had brought in an electric range and a fridge; he'd gotten himself a toaster, and a mixer for protein shakes.

"What're we having?" Steve asked with interest as he sat on a high stool at the bar. These came with the gym.

"Eggs and toast." Kiera said as she brought over the entire pan. There were two eggs on it, and toast was served on paper towels.

"Guess you need to go shopping, huh?" She spoke with a mouthful already.

"What's on the list?" Steve asked with a hidden tone.

"Wait, for the kitchen, or the gym?"

"Both. But who's gonna come here? This place's a dump."

"We can fix it up, right? We have what, three weeks? We're going to need floor length mirrors. Paint; probably some construction material to patch up here and there. Wood; we gotta fix these counters and chairs."

Steve ate breakfast in silence, listening to Kiera making plans. He spoke when he finished eating.

"So, where do we go?"

Soon after breakfast, Kiera changed into another set of clothes she had in the backpack she always carried. Their first step was nearby discount stores, asking and convincing them to donate their old fitting room mirrors. They got paint and some supplies from hardware stores. Steve would have bought the other supplies too, but Kiera complained about falling for consumerism and dragged him to abandoned construction sites where they picked up the rest of the supplies. Lastly, they went grocery shopping, and Steve finally bought some proper cutlery. That night, after a simple dinner of seasoned grilled chicken and mixed vegetables rice, the brother and sister decided to get to know each other better.

"So, I can't imagine you've been on the streets your whole life." Steve asked her as he shut off the big lights.

"No, it's been three years. I hopped around foster care for a few years. Before that, I used to live with this lady. Well, she was my mom, my adoptive mom. She lived in a far off neighborhood where there were only one or two houses and people knew each other fairly well. She said she found me in a small wooden box buried deep deep in the snow, but I was bundled up pretty good. And the box looked like it was meant to carry me. So she took me in and she raised me, she homeschooled me. The neighbors were old people and they didn't have any *yawn* kids around, so I hung out with my mom a lot. But then one night mom left me with the neighbors to go do something, and she never came back."

"I'm so sorry," Steve said and sat on the edge of her bed as she snuggled up under the blankets.

"Then there were people who came looking for me, but the Rickmans told them they didn't know me and they didn't give me to them. And then they put me in an *yawn* orphanage, which bounced me around a couple places, then I thought eff it you know, so *yawn* I ran away."

"You're a strong girl,"

"I know, I'm gonna go to sleep now. Good night Steve."

"Good night, Cat."

"Super soldier," Kiera whispered back to him, annoyed at his new nickname for her.

Steve sat on her bed till she was fast asleep, and then kissed her head before he turned off the lights and left the room. He decided to take a tour of the place he owned, from top to bottom. He'd spent the majority of his time here in the main floor, but he knew there was space upstairs. One floor up, there was an entire empty floor, space for more gym. The next floor up had a private set of stairs that led to a space with a locked door. Steve got out his set of keys and for the first time opened that room. It was a good space. There was a sectioned room with a sink, that Steve could remodel into a proper kitchen. Past the divider there was a living space, and then two rooms that could be made into bedrooms. Steve decided to make it into a secret project, a surprise for Kiera.

The next morning started fairly similar. Steve went and came from a morning run while Kiera slept, and then they made more plans over breakfast again. Today's list was of chores; what needed mending, moving, building, and all that. Steve used the machines to fix up the front desk and the refreshment bar while Kiera painted murals on the wall of people exercising, sneaking in a super soldier. Most of the morning was spent renovating and in the evening, Steve took Kiera shopping.

"So, where does a resurrected man get money from?" Kiera asked as they entered the retail store.

"Pocket money, from the army."

"Cool. So, what can I get?"

"Let's start with two weeks worth of outfits?"

"You're kidding!" Kiera halted, stopping right at the door.

"I am not! Go on," he pushed her further into the store, "grab what you want."

Kiera hugged him and quickly grabbed a cart. They spent hours trying on clothes and making outfits. Steve never imagined he'd ever spend his time in such a way, but he was enjoying it. After shopping, they went out for dinner to a different restaurant than the one where they'd met.

"So, I was thinking. Let's build some more bathrooms. Stalls. We can get contractors for that. I noticed we have an entire floor above that we can expand in."

"Look at you!" Kiera cried proudly. "Who'd have thought Captain America was an entrepreneur!"

Steve took a quick look around them and shushed her.

"You can't call me that in public."

"Right, 'cause 'Steve Rogers' is totally not America's poster boy."

Steve agreed. "Guess we need a new family name, huh?"

"The anomaly family." Kiera jokingly offered.

"No."

The rest of the week and the next were busy for the anomaly family, or the Dawsons, as they'd named themselves. They called in contractors to build the bathrooms, but Steve's main agenda was to get the house above done up properly. One day, the stove was gone and the next day the fridge. Kiera asked him about it, but Steve chalked it up to temporary storage while he worked on the gym floor. There were new gym machines one day, and Kiera absolutely didn't let it pass.

"Where'd they come from?!"

"I read the insurance information on the back of the machines and noticed we could get upgrades. And then I bought one or two more."

"How much is that pocket money of yours?"

"Let's eat in for a while till I get my next check. Month's over soon."

Kiera bought it and dropped the subject. He didn't come to tell her that he'd actually redone everything from scratch, with money left to spare. He used that to buy house accessories for his secret room upstairs. A small dining set that would fit in the kitchen; a set of couch and matching seats for the living room. He especially did Kiera's room, picking up on her preferences for things over the past two weeks. Friday of the third week, they were done and lay on the exercise machines drinking root beer.

"We fixed the place up good, didn't we?"

"Sure did. You learn to paint like that from-" Steve asked as he stared at the mural painted wall.

"My mom, yeah. She used to paint our house and the neighbors' houses too, and she'd let me help when I could." she gave a reply and drank her bottle.

"I see," Steve said and took a swing of his own drink when the doorbell rang.

"We don't open till..." he looked at her.

"I'll go check it out," she finished her beer and swung off the machine, fixing herself in the mirror before she opened the door to Lindsay and her family.

"Do I know you?" Kiera teased.

"Oh it's me, Lindsay!"

"I know! I'm just messing with you! Come on in. Steve! We got company." Kiera shouted over her back as Lindsay's family filed in.

"My family and I were walking through downtown and I thought it'd be nice to get you all introduced. If this is a bad time-"

"Not at all," Steve walked out from the gym room and shook hands with Lindsay's father. "Steve R-Dawson, welcome to our gym."

"Alan Witter. This is my wife Katie, you know Lindsay and these are her brothers Joey and Pacey."

"Very nice to meet you all. We just moved to this neighborhood, so it's good to get to know people."

"Lindsay said you were new, so we brought over some groceries and dinner." Katie said.

"Oh, you didn't have to-"

"Don't be silly, it was no trouble at all. That's what good neighbors are for. Boys, give Steve some bags."

Joey and Pacey moved to the front and Steve took the heavier bags from them, impressing them with his physique.

"So, looks like the boys are sold!" Alan joked to Steve.

"Kiera and I were about to have dinner, so you're most welcome to join us."

"That's great!" kiera and Lindsay, who had been talking between themselves, said in unison.

"Alright! You can all follow me upstairs." Steve turned and led the way as Kiera ran up next to him.

"Um Steve, we don't have an upstairs." She whispered to him.

"Sh! Chill, kitten. Just wait and see."

"Ok, super soldier."

"Say Steve, I gotta thank you for saving Lindsay at the park the other night." Alan said as they walked up the stairs.

"Alan! That wasn't Steve. That was Kiera!" Katie corrected her husband.

"Oh was it now. Well then thank you, little lady."

"No big deal. Why else did Steve teach me defense!"

Steve walked them through the doors of what Kiera had thought was the attic, but what they entered was a small kitchen, adjoined to a living room complete with sofas and lamps. Kiera was more in awe than the Witter family.

'It's a nice cozy place you got here," Katie said.

"Well, it's only me and Kiera, so it's a perfect fit." Steve as he and the boys put the bags on the kitchen counter, and Katie put the pizza boxes on the living room table.

"Why do you look so surprised?" Lindsay asked Kiera as they took the paper plates and glasses to the living room.

"Well, I just found out we have a proper apartment, so it's a bit of a shock."

"I love your brother," Lindsay cheekily said.

"You have no idea how much older he is than you."

"What?! I didn't mean it like that!"

"Of course you didn't."

Soon everyone was in the living room grabbing plates of pizza and cups of drink.

"So, where did you two move from?" Alan asked Steve, and Kiera almost choked on her food.

"Big bite, sorry." She quipped and drank her soda as Steve looked at her.

"Wee, were in, um Germany. For the last six years with our parents. And then the embassy had to relocate the two of us here for precautionary reasons."

Alan and Katie shared a quick look and Lindsay squeezed Kiera's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." Katie condoled.

"It's alright. We've adjusted pretty quickly. It's like we only know each other for three weeks." Steve looked over to Kiera, who flashed him a smile.

"Say Steve, have you got the gym audited?" Alan asked to change the subject.

"We haven't even touched the yellow pages yet."

"That's fantastic. I actually work at a government firm, so I can fit you into next week, get the place registered, and you can start your business. Have you told anybody else about the gym?"

"Lindsay was the first, sir."

"Great. So you two can get another week off. You can work on getting some local sponsorship-"

"Pacey and I can spread the word in school." Joey pitched in.

"And Lindsay and I can make posters and fliers." Kiera said.

"That sounds like a plan everybody. Thank you." Steve said.

"Oh I noticed you have a bar with the gym too!"

"We're thinking of making it a refreshment bar for when the people are tired from their workouts."

"You know, I own the bakery a few streets down. Now, before you complain, I also make healthy snacks like granola bars and yogurt cups and fresh fruit smoothies."

"Feels refreshing already."

"This was a great session everyone. I'll work on fitting you guys in early next week. It sure is getting late right now, so we should get a move on." Alan prepped his family to go and Steve and Kiera stood up to see them off.

"Wanna meet at the park tomorrow? I'll bring supplies." Lindsay said to Kiera.

"Yeah, I'll bring some stuff too." she hugged her goodbye.

"Hey Steve, if you don't mind-" Pacey began.

"I can show you guys some stuff at the park too." Steve patted the boys on their shoulders, and they looked at each other, feeling the weight of his hands on their shoulders. Steve and Alan exchanged contacts and the Witter family took their leave and Steve thanked them again for the food and groceries.

"We have an apartment!?" Kiera shouted as she punched Steve in the chest.

"Surprise?"

"It's great. Thanks for coming up with the story, you know, of Germany."

"It was on the spot. German's the only other language I know. We had to learn it to communicate with them."

"So, guess you'll have to teach me."

"How long we thinking it's gonna take."

"Mm, two minutes." she teased him.

"Riight, I forgot, anomaly."

"Ja." Kiera laughed and Steve cocked a brow as he he threw away the paper plates.

"What? Everyone knows that! Hey you know, we still don't have a name for the gym."

"We'll figure that out, tomorrow on our morning jog. Hit the hay, kitten."

"Will you stop calling me that!"

"Will you go to bed? Or you're not going tomorrow."

"Fine, mother! Goodnight," Kiera huffed in defeat and whipped off her hat, ruffling her hair as she went to her new room.

"Goodnight."

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Alan Rickman's deeaad! X'( R.I.P