Jaime's POV

Sirens were wailing and the few police brave enough to get out there and fight died instantly from those... things. The only family I had before the alien attack started was my dad, he said mom died in a car crash when I was just a baby, I don't know any of my dead moms family but dad's lives in England.

My dad was always brave and sometimes it made me nervous, once he got shot twice by a robber because he jumped in front of , for a day or two everybody recognized my dad as the New York hero.

When he saw out from the alley we were hiding in (since we heard the guns) a little boy about 5 or 6 in the middle of the street at the mercy of an alien he jumped right out to save him.

That's how my dad died.

He was taking his last few breaths so I decided despite the fact there were aliens everywhere I would be with him until the end. I ran out despite the shower of bullets flanking me.

"Kid get off the middle of the street!" A manly commanding voice yelled over the noise of bullets. I looked up to see Captain America a hero from the 40's we all heard of at one point point or another.

I shook my head at him and he looked like he was about ready to drag me to safety when a bullet narrowly missed his head. With him fighting all the aliens I turned my attention back to my dad.

He whispered something to me so softIy I could barely hear,"I need you to be strong okay, listen, I lied to you about something... your mother didn't die but she left. It wasn't like she didn't love you or me but she was part of an organization called shield. She didn't want to put us in danger, You look just like her" those were his last words.

I wondered why he said them with his finger pointed limply at my necklace it was something you'd never catch me without, but probably wouldn't see it, because I usually stuffed it under my shirt. It was made of small gold chains, and the pendant on it was a gold patch of a spiderweb with diamond dew drops.

Another reason not to show it while walking the streets of New York is It surely would've gotten stolen by now.

I didn't have much time to ponder those words because when I looked up I saw Captain America only a few meters away the hoard of aliens all down... Except one.

I guess he didn't see it which would make sense because he was looking right at me, back facing the one alien.

I didn't think when I ran faster then I ever had before (even though I've always had a knack for anything athletic) toward the alien. The Captain looked confused until it was too late for him to do anything about me shoving him out of the line of fire and putting myself into it.

It wasn't a bullet thank gosh because then I'd definitely be dead but boy did it hurt when the electric shock wave smashed into my body shocking my nerves... and skin... And bones.

I was still conscious but it hurt like a b*tch if I tried to stand up but I had to. When the alien came back at me realizing I wasn't dead I did a summersault as he jumped clean over me.

I turned back to face him only a fraction of a second quicker, but that was enough. Going into a fighting stance I use so many times a week at my various martial arts lessons I ran at him twisted the staff/gun he had shot me with in the first place so hard I could hear a snap of his bones before he finally let go.

Once I had a firm hold of the staff I stuck it right into his heart, defeating an alien just one but if you wanted to be melodramatic about it I saved Captain America's life, someone I thought died long ago, someone I thought didn't even really exist.

Then I snapped back into reality but only long enough to collapse onto the broken pavement, see Captain America and someone else joining him. As my vision became fuzzy all I really noticed about her was her curly, fiery, red hair and my last thought before blacking out was,'her hair looks a lot like mine!'.