Author's note: Written due to boredom and a lack of Freakazoid and Avengers fics. Seriously. There is a Death Note crossover but not a Avengers one. Oh and this is more serious than the Freakazoid show. OOCness everywhere.

Clouds drift across the sky creating patterns upon a beautiful light blue background. The happiness the sun's yellow glow normally produces is muted by the innocent looking white clouds. A large figure sits beneath a big oak near the center of the park. Small, spring winds slowly swirl around this down cast man. Alone in the world, he finds comfort in the sound of all the people moving around him, filling his ears and giving the illusion of human contact. The truth is no one had talked to him outside of a work context in a long time. This is what the great Captain America had become, a sad lonely man with no real friends, just work acquaintances.

Dexter Douglas walks out of the train station and starts walking towards the park. It was the best place around to do written homework, other than the Washington D.C.
library. He shifts the bag on his back, steadying himself as he begins to briskly walk. A sudden burst of speed is gifted to him by Freakazoid to help him go faster. Dexter laughs at Freakazoid's eagerness to reach the park.

'You just want to get there so you can eat sweets, right?'

A small wave of guilt filters across the shared link of the two boys. Dexter lets out a laugh that rings and jingles in the slightly chilly spring air. Ever since Freakazoid had come into his life, Dexter had become a happier individual. More laughs and smiles came forth from him. Once again Dexter thanked God for Freakazoid. The slightly insane teen he shared a body with was truly a blessing in his slightly twisted world.

Dexter walks past the park's entrance to the giant oak tree that he normally sits at. He spots a figure already sitting there, shoulders hunched over in defeat.

-He could use a Butterscotch.-

Dexter nods in agreement. He slows his pace and makes his foot falls louder, so as not to
startle him. People who feel defeated by the world are the worst to startle. The blond man looks up and sees his approach. His eyes look to be analyzing Dexter, as the teenager gets closer to the full grown man.

'Must have been a soldier at some point with the way he is checking me for a possible threat.'

The man looks behind himself and sees no one; confusion starts to dance across his sharp features. Dexter walks straight up to him then sits beside him. The trunk is wide enough fit the teen and the larger man and leaves just enough room to make it so that they did not awkwardly rub shoulders. Dexter shifts his bag of his back onto the ground between his legs. He reaches into one of the multiple pockets, pulling out a golden bag of old fashioned butterscotch candy. He pulls out a piece and turns to the man he is beside, who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye. Dexter clears his throat to attract the muscular man's attention. The large blond turns to the smaller teen, eyes slightly widened in surprise.

"I've been told that talking about why you are feeling miserable to another person is supposed to make you feel better. That person was a liar and was absolute rubbish at giving advice. I think it's much healthier to talk about normal things while enjoying a sweet and then going and fixing the problems. So, would you like a butterscotch, sir?"

Dexter's face reddens a bit at his boldness towards this total stranger, but he doesn't back down. With Freakazoid in his brain he really doesn't have to worry overly much about safety. The man slowly reaches out for the offered sweet. "Thanks." Says the other man as he carefully unwraps the candy and stores the wrapper in his pocket. He then places the sweet in his mouth. The sharp, refreshing flavor fills his mouth, as he closes his mouth and leans back against the tree. Dexter smiles at the man's reaction to the sweet.

Steve doesn't quite know why he accepted the small sweet from the teen. Fury would be, well, furious if he ever hear that he was accepting food from an unidentified source.
Steve could not believe how suspicious of everything that man was.

'If I die due to poisoning from a piece of candy, well then at least I'll be back with my friends in heaven.'

Ah yes, how far the mighty have fallen. Steve Rogers is at a point in his life were he doesn't care if he is poisoned (though most poisons would not work on him due to being a super soldier). His SHIELD prescribed psychologist was not nearly as effective as this teen is at lightening his mood. The soldier lets a small grin fall onto his face.

The teen sits beside him, quiet. The Captain turns to look at the boy in the face and sees his eyes closed and a large grin radiating off his mouth. The kid opens both eyes and sees the older man looking at him. This he responds to by holding out a hand full of sweets. The Captain looks away embarrassed by the generosity of the teen.

"No thanks. I would not feel right in taking it."

The kid tilts his head as Steve looks into his eyes that lay behind thick lenses. Steve watches in amazement as multiple emotions fly across the boy's eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Steve Rodgers had trained himself to look through those windows as to better assess a person. He had never seen so many emotions at once in any one's eyes. I will name a few of these emotions; happiness, confusion, worry, defensiveness, confident, fearful, unsure, and energized. Steve did not know how to translate this to threat or non-threat.

I can feel your confusion even here from my keyboard. How can Dexter have so many emotions in his eyes? Why is he in the Marvel Universe? Where is Deadpool at this time? Why doesn't anyone stop the creepy guy with pickles? I mean come on!

Well I can tell you that Dexter's eyes are the windows to two interesting souls, making it really hard to read his singular emotions. As to where Deadpool is, well I'm not really sure, but really who is and why are you asking? That's a bit strange to think about midstory, right? Talking about stories, get back to reading this one!

The kid then smiles letting out a quick bout of laughter.

"Come on. Surely you don't have any health qualms against eating this small bit of candy."

The teen's voice is filled with friendly mocking. His brown eyes light up with mischief. Steve decides to play along. It had been a while since anyone had joked around with him.

"I do have some issues with that much candy! Did your mother not ever teach to have sweets in moderation?"

"Moderation? What is this moderation? I mean, here I am offering you part of my candy horde when I could have chugged the lot! Except my kind gift or I will force it down your throat, wrapper and all."

The teen bobs his head up and down looking at Steve's large mass of muscles. Steve chuckles merrily as the teen dramatically widens his eyes and backs off.

"On second thought, um, yeah you don't have to eat any candy."

Steve Rodgers laughs loudly at this, a large grin covering his face. The teen also begins to laugh, though his laugh sounds as if two different people were laughing at once. The Captain does not focus on this for long due to a loud trill of a cell phone ringing. It's his. A soft sigh erupts from his mouth as he pulls the phone out of his pocket. Then he blinks. He can't remember how to answer calls. Steve stares as the phone continues to ring. The teen reaches over his arm and taps the green button on the screen.

"You're good to go. Future tip, green almost always means go, answer, or okay when it comes to machines. Red is often used to mean stop or disconnect. Kind of like traffic lights but with no yellow."

Steve nods and thanks the teen. Lifting his arm he carefully places the small device against his ear.

"Who was that talking in the background? Where are you?"

The director's gruff voice filters across the speakers in the device. Steve blinks,
realizing he has no idea what the teens name is. Probably better for the kid so that SHIELD would not be tailing him. Steve decides to not even mention the teen.

"I'm in the park."

"Get to your apartment, ASAP. Someone will be waiting for you there to bring you to a pick up location."

"Yes, sir."

The call is ended and Steve gets up. He finds the teen in front of him with the candies still in hand. The younger male grabs one of Steve's hands and forces the small pile sweets into it.

"These are just in case you feel bad again and there is nobody there. Also never caught your name Mr.?"

"It's Steve. Thank you."

"You are welcome Steve. I'm Dexter."

"Goodbye Dexter."

"Bye."

Steve Rogers grins, his mood had taken a complete u turn on what it had been. He starts walking away, grasping the candy in his hand. A small spring has made its way into his step, showing his internal happiness. Looking back on that day, Steve always will remember how glad he was to have chosen to go to the park.

Dexter lets a contented sigh as he leans back into the oak. Mentally he thanks Freakazoid for the help. Freakazoid had helped him with the whole exchange. Dexter had felt a large amount of confidence which was abnormal for him when talking to new people. Freakazoid sends over a feeling of happiness then settles down in Dexter's mind for a nap so he would not disrupt Dexter during his homework. Dexter grins and gets to work on his homework. He was pleased to have helped someone who was having a rotten day. After all, Dexter had had plenty of those days before Freakazoid had come along.