A girl, with a long brown braid and a metal arm, grabbed the man by his costume, dragging him out of the water and on to shore. She could tell he was unconscious, by the way he was breathing, but not waking up.
She looked down at the blonde man, feeling a sting of guilt in her stomach, a feeling she didn't want to deal with. And she knew if she was around him any longer she would feel so much guilt, she would just go crazy.
The girl knelt down, her braid falling to her side as her brown eyes looked at the mans forehead and her hand, the non-metal one, reached up to fiddle with the mans hair.
" Goodbye Steve. " She mumbled, standing up and walking away from the unconscious Captain America.
A/N:
Yup, I know it's a short prologue, but I'll try to update when I can. I don't know if anyone wants to read this story though .-.