Steve Rogers

A long time ago, when you were 12, you ran away from your father, from his training and attempts to raise you to be a first-class killer. Now you're 25 years old, you work in an office, and at one meeting, the director needed an assistant, but she got sick, so you fill in for him.

You were standing next to your boss when Hydra soldiers and Steve, your father the tyrant you escaped from, walked into the room. You realized without thinking, this is who our director would be negotiating with. The meeting was going well, but you felt like someone was always watching you.