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[The school auditorium is busy with families of students, gathered in little groups around the various presentations scattered around the room - much like a science fair, but these are history projects of a far more personal nature. The number of people around each table varies, but most of them have at least got someone.

Spot doesn't. He's sitting in the corner with his project by himself, just like he expected to be. He's still kind of proud of it (not that he'll tell anyone) and yea, it's pretty cool that he turned out to be related to Captain America - but even the other students who thought that was awesome are now busy with their own families.

He doesn't care, or at least he's doing a really good impression of not caring, he'd rather be sitting here on his own than in class anyway.

And by the door, his teacher keeps an eye on the people entering and hopes that her attempts to find someone who might have known Steve have paid off]
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It started with a raid that went wrong.

Private Conlon - better known as Spot - and the rest of his platoon were lost when a German base they were attacking turned out to be a much better defended HYDRA base. The survivors - Spot included - were taken prisoner and most of them died there. Perhaps that's where the story might have ended. Perhaps Private Conlon would have been buried in an unmarked grave halfway around the world from the family who never even knew he'd joined the army, and years later when Betty Barnes was free from HYDRA's grasp and went in search of the family she'd left behind, she'd never know that Private Conlon was actually her youngest brother, and all she'd hear about Teddy Barnes is that he disappeared at 15 and was never heard from again. All she'd ever hear.

But that isn't where the story ended.

Because sometimes careless talk costs lives, and sometimes it does the opposite.

A misplaced word here, a name dropped there, and suddenly Spot becomes acutely aware that, despite being in a damp cage in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by armed guards, he's apparently closer to the whole reason he came to this stupid country in the first place - they have his sister.

He hatches a plan, breaks free from his cell and makes it halfway across the facility before he's stopped. He catches some attention, but probably not enough to save his life - not until he lets slip the reason he's trying to get to Zola's latest science project. Then he catches a lot of attention.

He's never brought face to face with his sister, dragged off instead to be subjected to similar experiments and then, when they were done with him, put on ice - a back up. Winter Soldier 2.0, not trained with the other assets but kept in reserve in case they ever needed him. They never needed him.

Seventy years later it started with a raid that went right.

SHIELD had been systematically clearing out known HYDRA bases - with and without the Avengers - when they came across one that, interestingly, included an asset in cryo. The records had been destroyed during the raid, but the HYDRA scientists trying to dispose of the evidence hadn't managed to do anything about that asset directly.

Which is why a SHIELD base had ended up hosting a teenage boy and trying to figure out who he was and where he'd come from. He was not particularly cooperative.

And over at the Avenger's compound, a file crossed Steve Rogers' desk with reports from the latest SHIELD raids and he flipped a page to see, for the second time in his life, a HYDRA asset with a face he recognised.

"Betty." he raised his voice, staring at the page in front of him. He's already reaching for the phone to call the base - there's no way they're not going to see this kid the second Betty clocks eyes on that picture, he should probably warn them they're coming.
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When the Hydra facility had been raided, the last thing anybody expected to find was a 16 year old kid on ice, and yet there he'd been. Steve had been the one to stop the Hydra scientist from shutting down the life support, but they hadn't got there in time to prevent the destruction of a good half the facility's records - including the ones about who the kid was or why he was there.

So what choice did they have but to wake him up and find out?

He was uncooperative at first, refused to give them any details other than the name 'Spot' and kept threatening to fight anybody that came close, though they managed to work out pretty easily that he was from Brooklyn and he'd been on the ice almost as long as Steve had. It's when he overhears a comment about Bucky that he seems to change his tune.

"Bucky Barnes?" he asks, and while he still seems wary, for the first time since he woke up he says something actually helpful "I'll talk to him. Tell him the name's Sean Conlon."
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Siobhan Conlon had run away from home at age 12 and very quickly realised that the streets were a terrible place for a girl. Especially one with a smart mouth and a violent temper. It wasn't that she couldn't handle herself - she absolutely could - but she didn't want to have to all the time.

So she'd stolen some boy's clothes from a washing line and spent her second-to-last dime on a haircut, and when she'd shown up at the circulation gate with the other newsies one cold November morning, three weeks after first leaving home, they'd accepted her with open arms.

After that, it wasn't long before she had a bed at the boarding house, a whole new family and a name - Spot.

By now she has it down to an art, as the leader of Brooklyn she had her own room at the boarding house which made it easier, but she's spent years perfecting her act, she's got the swagger and the voice and the look, and everybody thinks she's just small for a boy - Spot's certainly got more than enough personality to make up for it.

So when Dodger comes strolling into her life she doesn't think anything of it at first, he's just another cocky kid for her to take under her wing and show the ropes, and if she finds him somewhat attractive... well, it wouldn't be the first time she's thought that about someone. She'll get over it, she always does. She can't risk revealing herself, not after all this time.

There's something about him, though, something that's just kind of easy to get along with - even when they're arguing - and Spot just likes having him around. It's dangerous, really dangerous, but she can't stop herself being around him.
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It was rare, very rare, when Brooklyn was outmatched. It was a point of pride for Spot Conlon that there wasn't nobody who could soak Brooklyn, or anybody from Brooklyn, and get away with it.
He didn't intend to break that track record. This upstart gang from Queens is gonna get their asses handed to them.

...just maybe not today.

His eye is stinging and he can already tell he's going to have one hell of a shiner in a couple of hours, it's going to make a nice accompaniment to his split lip and the bruises blossoming up and down his ribs. Half his boys have already scarpered and honestly, Spot doesn't blame them, they're cornered and even Racetrack wouldn't bet on them winning right now, not without reinforcements.

He smacks one of them across the face with his cane and sees a break in the scuffle, Dodger already darting away down an alley. Spot dives after him.

Queens will give chase, he knows they will, but if he can lure them deep enough into Brooklyn then revenge will be swift and merciless. If they decide to fall back, he'll get them another day, when he's healed up and has the satisfaction of soaking them himself.

He makes it down two more side streets, hot on Dodger's heels, when there's a sudden yank on his braces and he's pulled off his feet with a yelp that (thankfully) gets lost in the yelling and pounding of feet.

He swings out wildly with his cane, but it's not long before he's reduced to curling into a protective ball as boots and fist rain down on him - there's four of them and only one of him, and he still ain't that big.

He's starting to feel pretty dazed by the time there's another, more familiar shout, and suddenly his attackers are falling back under a volley of stones. The cavalry's coming.

Most of the newly arrived Brooklyn boys give chase, but a couple haul Spot to his feet and start checking him over. He waves away their fussing.

"Jus' get me back home," he mumbles, jaw stiff and swollen, and they blessedly don't need telling twice. He refuses to be carried, instead slinging his arms around their shoulders for support as he hobbles back to the lodging house - or more accurately, hops; one of his legs refuses to take any of his weight without trying to buckle underneath him.

They get him back to the house, carrying him up to the bunk room and getting him sat down on the edge of his bed. A hoard of newsies crowds around him, conflicting medical advice flying in all directions.

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