Alchemy Jones sat patiently in her seat as she waited for her date to arrive. It wasn't unusual that he was late, hell, sometimes he wouldn't even show up. She looked like a doll, dressed in her best chiffon dress and wearing her favourite black oxfords, which were tinted with mud since it was raining outside.

Her mother told her it would be a good idea to cancel her date because the weather was so gloomy and awful. The weather of course, didn't stop seventeen-year-old Alchemy from sporting her navy bolero jacket and walking to the diner with her umbrella held high.

She took a sip of her drink, red lipstick staining the glass. With a loud sigh (which caught the attention of a passersby), she realized her date would not be making an appearance. She shoved her hand into the pocket of her jacket and placed some change on the table. Before she could get up, in came her date, his auburn hair soaked from the rain.

He immediately noticed her grim face, running up to her like a lost dog. "Darling, I'm so sorry."

She rolled her eyes, scoffing as she walked past him with a little sass to her walk. She didn't even want to look at him, whatever his excuse was would probably be one she's heard before. "Save it Peter."

Peter Dunn's face dropped and he immediately felt bad. He wasn't a bad guy, he was just always caught up in bad things. "Come on darling, you know I don't mean to hurt you."

She kept walking, not having any of it. "I don't want to hear it Peter, don't you understand that?"

"Hold on," he called out after her. "You don't get to walk away from me."

"Watch me!"

The diner bell rung as she stepped out of the dingy restaurant and back into the pouring rain. She knew Peter would be following her, coming up with ways to turn it around on her or make him look like a victim, but she kept walking. The click-clack of her shoes gave her more courage to walk away from the man her mother was sure she was going to marry, the splash of puddles soothing her nerves.

"Baby, please!"

She snorted, shaking her head as she heard his loafers catch up to her oxfords. "Why must you follow me Peter? I'm walking away from you and you are supposed to stay away."

"I was coming back from Jodi's— you don't get to pull this on me! I'm the man of this relationship."

"Oh please," she rolled her eyes once more, making sure he saw it this time. "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be!"

Peter raised his hand to slap her and almost too quickly, she prepared herself for the impact. Instead, she felt his cold hand on her cheek and his lips on hers. "I'm sorry darling."

She nodded her head against his hand, pulling her lips away from his. "I know Peter, but I'm afraid to inform you that this will be the last time you'll be kissing my ass," she handed him her umbrella, which he took with a shocked face. "Take it, you'll need it to keep your heart from getting colder than it already is."

She left him, his mouth dropped to the ground. On the other hand, she was smirking as she walked away. One of those smirks that only you can really tell why it's made an appearance, while others just assume you are up to something devious. Maybe what she did was a little devious, she was known for being a heartbreaker throughout Brooklyn after all.

As she made her way into the alley her family's house was located on, she found herself losing her hint of happiness. Two men— or boys as it seemed, fought aggressively near the garage of her house. One seemed to have more dominance over the other, swinging his fist right into the smaller one's jaw. He collapsed, flat on the ground before he scrambled to stand up, squaring up once more.

"Come on little man, give up already."

The smaller boy wiped the blood away from his lip, shaking his head with a weak smile. "I could do this all day."

The taller boy took a stronger swing, knocking the smaller boy right into the wall of her garage.

"Hey!" she found herself yelling, dropping her purse as she went to stop the conflict. "What's the big deal huh? What'd he do to you?"

"Calm down little miss, this doesn't concern you."

Her eyes widened and she glared at him. "It sorta does when you're punching this guy out on my property."

"Your property? This alley belongs to you?"

"It does actually!" she snapped, walking towards the smaller boy on the ground. "And I can have the cops on you in less than a minute, do you want to test me?"

The taller boy looked uncomfortable, awkwardly shaking his head.

"That's what I thought," she wrapped an arm around the smaller boy, helping him up. "Now get out of here before I call for my father who is chief cop."

He took off running down the alley before turning the corner, puddles splashing behind him. Satisfied, she turned to the smaller boy and checked out his lap.

"What did ya' do to him?"

"Nothing," he claimed. "He was picking on some nobodies and I tried to stop him."

"How brave," she comments, using her sleeve to wipe away the remaining blood. "Next time, try to aim for his feet, you'll knock him off his balance and then you can nail him in the gut."

"That's it? You aren't going to tell me to let the bigger guys handle it?"

She shrugged, her hair completely drenched by now. "You did what anybody would of done, your size doesn't make you less than."

"I'm Steve Rogers," the smaller boy extended his hand. "Thanks for saving me from another black eye."

"Ally Jones, and it was my pleasure."

Incoming footsteps grabbed their attention as a taller figure came running down the alley. She prepared herself for the boy who hurt Steve to return but she soon realized, it wasn't him.

"You have to be joking! Again?" the other boy suddenly wrapped an arm around Steve. "Come on buddy, you gotta stop doing this to yourself."

"I'm alright Bucky," Steve pushed his friend off. "Thanks to her."

Bucky's eyes met Alchemy's and he smiled slightly. "Who's this braud?"

"Ally Jones."

"No kidding, I've seen you around Coney Island. You look a little different with your makeup running down your cheeks though."

Steve elbowed Bucky in the gut. "Watch it man, she just saved my ass."

"Where are my manners?" Bucky chuckled. "James Buchanan Barnes, thank you for looking out for Steve."

"Her father is chief cop," Steve mentioned, causing Ally to shake her head with a giggle. "What?"

"My father is a doctor,"  Ally admitted. "It was a lie Steve, but it scared that guy away."

"Genius!" Bucky grins, shaking his head with a giddy smile. "She's a pure genius."

Ally returned the same giddy smile. "I best be getting home now, you two take care alright?"

"Wait a second, we gotta repay her Steve," Bucky stopped her. "How about we take you out to Coney Island once this rain clears up?"

"Alright," she agreed, tucking her wet hair behind her ear. "If you show up at my doorstep before eleven tomorrow, we can figure out a time."

"Why before eleven?"

"I've got church," she grinned. "Goodnight boys."

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"Ally Jones, and it was my pleasure."