AN: First chapter isn't the best but it'll get better.
Steven Grant Rogers was a war veteran and an immigrant. He wasn't born in the USA like the propaganda stated. He had survived an ethnic cleansing that was covered up, only to make it through the eugenics propaganda and actions in America that was so prevalent in the day. He had to justify his very existence. Everything was so different. Grant Rogers, when sober, was an excellent example and father and loving husband.

Unfortunately, Grant wasn't sober much. Steve felt guilty every time he was beaten. His mother explained away the injuries and bruises by claiming it was a sickness or an accident. He was confused by the sheer relief when his father died saving a group of recruits by jumping on a grenade. His mother actually smiled for the first time in several years. She started hugging him and showing she cared more. Unfortunately, Stevie wasn't used to it due to eight years, his entire life to this point.

Sarah Rogers had loved him. He knew that. No matter what happened, she had loved him fiercely. She would lock him out though. Mostly he would be stuck out on the baby cage the apartment had. She never meant to forget he was there. She very rarely spoke English at home, speaking Gaelic. He didn't understand English until he met a boy named James Buchanan Barnes at the age of six. He decided to call him Bucky. They had only been in America for two weeks. Bucky was his best friend, to the point the two were inseparable. The two families had accepted that they were not only soulmates but also bound to each other. Bucky realized what classification he was within an hour of meeting him.

"Stevie, I promise to be with you till the end of the line. You're mine." Bucky would say all the time. He taught Stevie English. He would bring HIS Stevie everywhere with him. Everyone turned a blind eye to them. Two kids from a poor neighborhood wasn't worth reporting. Bucky took care of him and was kind and gentle to him. Stevie didn't have to worry about anything with Bucky by him. Bucky would lecture him about fighting people and arguing with people about doing or saying the right thing. It didn't stop Steve from doing the right thing, Bucky making sure to frame things as promises for Stevie to be at places on time. They adored each other. Their very souls were weaved so tightly together that if one died, the other would follow within a week of the other's death. They both knew it. They were happy. They didn't have much but they had each other.

War broke out in Europe and in Asia. Bucky was drafted and Steve was by himself once more. He allowed the government to experiment and torture him for his country and for Bucky. The serum changed him some. It was horrid. Electrical currents ripped through him. Too bad he was physically fourteen when the serum froze his body's ability to age. The government needed data to recreate the serum but they couldn't and he was a show pony, having been beaten and tortured until the persona of Captain America was as easy to use as breathing. Little Stevie wasn't allowed to be himself anymore. He went on tour for the solders in Europe. He went rogue and saved the Howling Commandos. He proved he belonged on the battlefield, so he was sent to hunt down Hydra. Bucky had an almost identical serum in him. They were both frozen in time now. Bucky could easily carry him still, as if all the muscles and his new weight were unchanged. They were mostly successful. Bucky fell from the train. Stevie wanted to search for him. He was threatened with the lives of his commandos if he were to look. Four days later, the Valkyrie was crashed into the Arctic. He had looked Death in the face and stood brave as he brought the plane down. He stayed brave for the 70 years he was conscious in the ice. He was found and he finally allowed himself to sleep. He hated himself so much. He had caused Bucky's death but he could still feel Bucky's soul. How was that possible if he was dead? Stevie didn't let himself think that.

He remembered what it was like for his mother to adapt to a new lifestyle. Now, he felt like he had immigrated to a different country. He mother always said that there was no future in the past when you are young. He was all of fourteen years (the serum didn't let him age) and standing in New York but it wasn't 1944. He had lost everything he ever knew and loved for the second time in his short life. He had lied about his age and was terrified if anyone found out. He just wanted to make a difference. He didn't know why everyone only ever called him Captain America or Captain Rogers. He was treated as a walking legend. He didn't deserve to be here. He should have been kept in the ice. There was nothing of his anymore. He was all alone and so very lost. The scientists started to experiment on him. It wasn't like he could say no, right?

He could feel eyes on him, watching his every move. They were different and familiar. He wished whoever was watching and protecting him would treat him as a human and would save him from himself and his handlers before it was too late.

The aliens showed up. The Avengers won the day. Stark told him that he would move into the tower. Stevie knew the question was an order as those eyes were filled with ice cold fury and he didn't own anything. He still ran SHIELD missions. It only took two weeks until he realized that the world would only accept him as Captain America. He was only allowed to be Steven in the privacy of his room given to him by his handlers, the Avengers. They were decent enough, so much better than SHIELD or the government scientists who continued to test and torture him to find the limits of the serum.