~6 years later~

I recently acquired a special ability. I can't really control it, but Mum says that if I stay calm then I won't accidentally use the power. If I did in public, I would shock, and possibly scare a lot of people. I can turn into animals! I tend to turn into them when sleeping or angry or frustrated or really happy. Mum says she still loves me even with the power because it's a part of me and I can't do anything about it.

I recently met Howard Stark. I like calling him Howard-stache. He has a nice moustache. I found out that day who my father is. Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America! Mum began telling stories about him as well as Howard-stache.

Today when I had to stay at the diner I decided to bring a bag with a variety of things. My giraffe, a picture of Mum and I, a drawing pad, a few pencils, and a Captain America action figure. I sat down in my usual booth and got my usual slice of pie. Everything was normal until it started getting dark outside. A few men dressed in black came into the diner, men I've never seen before and I'm here practically every day. They didn't look friendly. I put my stuff back in my bag, expecting my mother to show up at any moment. But things didn't happen as usual that day. My mum didn't see me when she came into the diner. The men in black dragged me out the back way without anyone noticing, and the last thing I saw before one of them knocked me out was my mother walking into the diner. I wanted to scream for her, but one of the men was covering my mouth.

When I regained consciousness, I immediately screamed for my mother. A pair of harsh, cold eyes appeared by me. I whimper into silence.

"She does look like Captain America. We should kill her," the man by me says. My eyes widen. I start shaking in fear. "Just to be safe of course."

"I agree, kill the child. She will, no doubt, tell someone after that she was kidnapped. No one can know that HYDRA still exists anyway," another man says. Someone picks me up and I notice I still have my bag. I'm carried for a bit then dropped into a wooden box.

"Owww..." I groan. A lid is placed on the box and nailed shut. I hear a door close. No one visits me for days, and I grow weak with dehydration and starvation. But finally, on the 5th day, someone comes in. Unfortunately the person sticks a large knife into the box through the lid. I scream, but the knife doesn't pierce me like it should have. A shimmering shield appears around me, and I pass out.