You are sixteen and live in a mansion with your parents and three younger siblings. Jason is thirteen, Alexa is nine and Luke is only a year. A few days ago, your parents disappeared without a trace. They were always a bit distant but they had never just vanished like this. You knew that if you called the police, they would separate you and your siblings and put you in different foster families which you couldn't let happen. So you've been taking care of your siblings without telling anyone. You tried your best to hide this from the neighbours so they wouldn't call any social services and also did your best to not worry your siblings with the fact you didn't know where your parents were. One morning you were eating breakfast with your siblings when the doorbell rang. Jason really badly wanted to open it and rushed towards the front door. A few seconds later, he came back into the kitchen with a confused look.

"It's Captain America..."