When Daffodil Watterson was young, her family moved, from London, to America, to be closer to her fathers sick mother. Her father had grown up hearing stories of Captain America and the Howling Comandos from her grandfather, but had never really been interested. Daffy on the other hand, when she came across some old memorabilia of her grandpa's, became obsessed.

Daffodil's P.O.V, (age 9)
I pushed open the door to one of the rooms on the second floor. My gandpa had passed away just under a year ago. It had been really hard on dad, as we lost grandma, not long before him.

Dust covered everything in the room. It appeared to be a study, but nothing had been touched since grandpa's passing. I lifted the lid on the piano and ran my fingers across the keys. I pressed one down and flinched at the ring of the key in the silence of the old house. My parents were downstairs, cleaning. This was to be our new house. He'd grown up in it, so instead of selling it, we were moving in. I didn't mind much, I liked changing things up every now and then, it kept things fun and exciting.

I pulled an old box from underneath the desk towards me, but broke out in a splutter of coughs, when dust went flying everywhere. I watched the dust particles dance in the sunlight from the study window, until they settled, before I sat down and opened the lid, waving away the next puff of dust.

I squinted at the contents of the box. I pulled out an old photo frame, with an even older photo in it. It was a young picture of my grandpa, and a man in an odd looking onesie. The image was black and white, but from what I could tell, grandpa was standing smiling next to a handsome man in a onesie, with a star on the chest. He also held a round shield in one hand, a star in the centre of that, matching his suit.

"Daffy!? You okay up there?!" Mum called from downstairs. My head shot up towards the door, then back at the picture in the frame. I gripped it and ran out of the room and down the stairs.

"Mum, mum, mum! Look what I found!" I said as I rounded the bottom of the stairs, nearly slipping over. Mum laughed at me as I stopped in front of her with a stupid grin.

"Wha'ja find, kiddo?" My dad said as he entered the room, and ruffled my hair. I swatted his hand with my free one and poked my tongue out at him as mum leaned against her broom and chuckled at us.

"Look. It's grandpa." I said as I held up the frame for my parents to see. Mums face softened and dads eyes lit up with recognition. He took the frame from me and held it a little closer to his face, before chuckling.

"Whose the other man in the photo?" I asked curiously, as I looked up at my dad. Mum leaned over his shoulder to get another look at the photo.

"That's Captain America, an old War Hero." My dad said as he handed the frame back to me.

"Woah." I said in amazement, as dad went back to the cleaning he'd been doing, loosing interest. Mum placed a hand on my shoulder.

"That's not just any, War Hero. Captain America was a Super Soldier, he saved many, many lives. Him and his team, the Howling Comandos, helped win the war against the Nazis. He was faster and stronger than any human. He was a real life Superhero." My mum explained with a smile. My eyes widned and I looked from the picture to my mum.

"Thats, so, COOL!" I said loudly as I wildly gestured. "And grandpa knew him!? I can't believe there was a real live superhero, and nobody told me!" I finished in exasperation. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.

"I'm gonna go find more Captain America Stuff!" I said as I quickly turned on my heels and ran back towards the stairs. My mum laughed at me again.

"Be careful honey!" She yelled after me as I dashed up the stairs, taking two at a time.

"I will!" I shouted back as I made it to the landing and ran back into the study to find what other treasures lay there.