Well, this crazy idea just came to my mind and if I didn't write it down it would not leave me alone. Originally, I posted this story in Spanish - and it is still ongoing - but as there are not many fics of Ginny, one of my favorite characters in Harry Potter, I think I might as well translate it into English.

As this is not my first language, it is a bit hard, but please make me know if I am making big mistakes. If you like it and want me to continue, please leave a review ;) Those are always welcome.

Dissclaimer: Harry Potter is JKRowling's property and the Avengers are Marvel's. I am just having fun with their characters for a while.

Chapter 1. What is left.

London. October 31, 2010.

Ginny Potter opened her eyes slowly. The lights in the room were too bright and everything she could see was the White in the walls and the ceiling… She trying to get up from the bed, but felt the pain instantly. It hurt.

And then she remembered.

She was making dinner that Halloween night, when the masked man appeared in their door. She would have never believe it posible after all those years, but there he was, a Death Eater. Ginny had left her wand on the night table in Albus' bedroom. Maybe she could distract him long enough for…

But James was coming downstairs to look for her, and the Death Eater pointed his wand towards her little boy, and Ginny only had enough time to walk in front of James and receive the strong shot in the chest that was meant to the boy.

Why wasn't she dead, then?

And her boys? Where were Al and James? And Harry? Her husband hadn't arrived yet when they were attacked, although usually he never worked after seven in the evening.

Ginny tried, once more, to get up. In that moment the door was opened and her parents entered the room.

"Ginny, dear! You're finally wake!"

"Mom, what happened?" Ginny asked, still confused. "Where are Harry and the kids?"

If they were okay, she was sure Harry would be with her, so she feared they were hurt, too.

Molly and Arthur's faces darkened. She should have known in that second…

"Ginny… you see…" her mother muttered "at least you are safe and that is the most important thing now…" it was more like she was talking to herself, as the tears fell down her face.

"Molly" her father said, severely, but taking her mother's hand. Then he stared at Ginny, pain across his face, as he spoke out the words that would haunt her for the rest of her life. "They are gone, Ginny."

They are gone.

Dead.

They would never come back.

Ginny heard a scream that seemed strange and distant, even though it was coming out of her throat. And she fell into darkness once more.

Ginny finished packing, taking all her belongings into the bag she was hanging on her shoulder. After saying goodbye to her parents and her brothers, repeating countless times she would be okay – even though the words were empty, as she would never be okay -, Ginny went to Kingsley's office, where he would provide her with all the documentation she would need to start her new life in America.

Everything was neatly done. Because of her status as war's heroine, and taking into account her safety after the recent events, the Ministry of Magic had reached an agreement with the Muggle Ministry and through this, to the American government. Even though the Magic Congress of the USA was informed, Ginny an Kingsley agreed that the muggle world will be safer for her, so they created a new identity and a new past for her.

They wanted to keep her alive, after the maniac Voldemort follower was caught. They wanted to keep the last Potter alive.

Ginny wasn't sure it was worth to keep on living – to her it didn't make any sense – but she could almost hear Harry's voice, telling her to keep going. That was what he would have wanted, her Harry. So she did just that, telling herself every second that she had to move, even if it hurt too much to bear with the pain.

Move, Ginny. Keep walking, just a bit more.

Deep inside, however, where once her heart was filled with laughs and jokes, with kisses and caresses, with embraces and fairy tales before going to sleep, where once Albus, James and Harry gave her all the happiness a woman could every ask for, there she could only find a great black hole.

Was it really worth keep on living, trying to move on when she knew she could never be happy again? Would Harry ever forgive her if she just… give up?

Ginny Potter had survived a horrible magical war against one of the darkest wizards of all the time, just to lose everything in one night, in the blink of an eye, when everything seemed to be going perfectly for her family. She didn't care that all the department of Aurors was after the bastard. She didn't care she had to live as a muggle, hidden in the other side of the world. She would live and find the damn bastard who killed her family and she would make him pay, with pain and blood.

That was her reason to keep on living.

Nueva York. September, 2011.

He'd been living in the same routine for over two months. Training, going to those stupid clases of "Re-Introduction to the world" as Fury liked to call them, visiting the city that once had been his city, always followed by those undercover agents, something that annoyed him more that he could express. At least that last part was about to change after his conversation with Fury hours ago.

Two months ago, Steve Rogers, who had been known as Captain America during the World War II, had woke up to find that he had spent more than sixty years frozen in ice. The world in which he lived now wasn't his own, it felt strange and foreign, much more hostile that he could remember. Everything seemed out of place, except that the only out of place was Steve.

Buck wasn't there anymore. He could never go to his date with Peggy, losing his chance of ever finding out if she was his perfect dance partner. The only thing he could consider really good of this situation was that the war was over, but in the last weeks he had learned the world was also much more dangerous than it had been during the forties.

He was alone.

What was left to him? What would he fight for from that moment on? Did he really want to keep on fighting? Yes, he did. That was probably the only question he could answer with certainty: he would give his life for his country and for the lives of others, if necessary – but he couldn't even do that, not until he finished the training S.H.I.E.L.D. had imposed to him in order to adapt himself to the modern world – and meanwhile, the rest of his life just meaningless… a big whole and he had no idea of what to do with it.