DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MARVEL OR ANY ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS.

This chapter is mainly movie details with Sean stealing one of Steve's lines, but it will pick up in the next few chapters with more original stuff as we are introduced to Peggy and Colonel Phillips.

Chapter 1

Sean woke to the familiar annoyance of his alarm. He reached over and turned it off before rolling out of bed to start his morning routine. Walking into the bathroom, he quickly undressed and took a quick shower. As he got out, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. At ninety-four years old, he hadn't aged a day since he was injected with Erskine's Super Soldier Serum alongside his brother Steve. He'd been told that the serum would affect each person in different ways. That was true, but not entirely.

Both of them had gained increased speed, strength, durability, and agility, but they had each acquired their own unique traits as well. Steve had gained peak human senses and mental processing, while Sean got almost instantaneous healing. You could say Steve got the short end of the stick in that area.

Sean and Steve were fraternal twins, not identical. Steve stood 6'2" post-serum, while Sean stood 6'0" post-serum. He also had dark brown hair and brown eyes opposed to Steve's blonde and blue. The sad part was, Sean hadn't seen his brother in so long, he would have forgotten what he looked like if it weren't for a picture of the two of them with Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos that Sean had carried with him over the years.

Bringing him out of his thoughts, though, was the Back in Black song by AC/DC which meant one thing. Fury, what could you possibly want? I'm supposed to be on leave, thought Sean as he walked over to his phone, picking it up and answering.

"I hope you have a good reason for calling me on le-" he began, but was cut off by Fury's deep voice and serious tone.

"They found him."

Ever since coming out of their mother's womb, Steve and Sean were inseparable. Both ridiculously small due to premature birth, they were constantly bullied by the Brooklyn kids. That is until a young James "Bucky" Barnes showed up and quickly befriended the twins. Bucky quickly became a brother to them, though he would never share the same bond. Bucky was the caretaker of the brothers, because of their premature birth they were prone to many illnesses, and Bucky would often nurse them back to health with his mother's signature soup.

But when the war rolled around in '41, the three of them became divided. Bucky was immediately accepted into the army, while the twins were repeatedly denied enlistment because of their poor health. Steve and Sean wanted nothing more than to serve their country. Not to kill Nazis, but to rid the world of bullies like the ones they'd suffered, and were still suffering. Which brought them here today, where they were trying for their fifth time to get enlisted.

"Rogers, Steven. Rogers, Sean," they heard.

"Fifth time's the charm?" asked Sean jokingly.

"One can hope," came the reply.

Sean proceeded to the desk that he was bid. He doctor peered down at him from behind his thick lenses. He glanced won at Sean's enlistment form. "What'd your father die of?"

"Mustard gas, in the 107th. My brother and I were hoping to be assigned-" he replied before he was cut off by the doctor's next question.

"Mother?"

"Tuberculosis," Sean said Sadly, as there wasn't a day that went by without him missing his mother, Sarah.

The doctor looked back down at Sean's symptoms. "Sorry kid. Every symptom on here is cause for failure." Sean's shoulders sagged. I'm getting tired of being taken for granted, he thought.

"Don't look so down, kid. I just saved your life."

Sean nodded, took his form and exited the building to wait for Steve.

"So?" asked Sean as Steve came out the door of the enlistment office.

"The usual bullshit."

Sean nodded. "Sounds about right. Same for me. But hey, there's that cartoon we could go see later, maybe it will cheer us up."

Steve agreed and they proceeded to the theater, sat down, and watched as the previews rolled. Ironically, the first one that came on was a promotional video about the war, and how every able-bodied man was shipping off to fight for their country. Sean and Steve were deeply interested and hurt at the same time, because they knew the importance of this fight, but they couldn't qualify in the eyes of others.

Out of nowhere, some jerk with no patience started yelling to start the cartoon. "Hey, you wanna show some respect?" Sean asked.

All he got was a "Tuh" in reply. Seconds later, the guy was back at it again.

"Let's go! Get on with it! Hey, just start the cartoon!"

"Hey, you wanna shut up?" Steve practically yelled. It was clear that the frustrations of today's fifth failed enlistment were taking a toll on his mood.

The jerk stood up and turned around to face the twins. His buddy next to him stood up as well. Ah, crap. What have you gotten us into this time Steve? Thought Sean as they proceeded into the alley.

Unfortunately, it was a complete rehash of their entire childhood. Getting hit, getting back up, getting hit, getting back up. The two brothers refused to stay down even though they couldn't land a single punch on the two bigger men. At one point, Sean saw Steve pick up a trash can lid to use as a shield before it was ripped away from him and he was sent to the ground again. Sean took another punch as well before a familiar voice was heard from behind the two jerks.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size."

The lead jerk aimed a punch at the newcomer, but he dodged and connected with his jaw before kneeing his friend in the crotch, then quite literally kicked their asses out of the alley.

"Sometimes I think the two of you like getting punched," he said as he helped Sean up before moving to Steve.

"I had him on the ropes," came Steve's reply.

"Oh, how many times is this?" Bucky asked as he picked up Steve's fallen enlistment form. "Oh, you guys are from Paramus now? You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?"

"You get your orders?" asked Sean, spotting Bucky's uniform.

"107th, Sergeant James Barnes shipping out for England first thing tomorrow."

"We should be going too," said Steve solemnly.

Bucky nodded and smiled. "Come on guys, it's my last night, we gotta get the two of you cleaned up."

"Why? Where we going?" asked Sean as they walked out of the alley.

Bucky handed him a newspaper titled 'World Exposition of Tomorrow 1943'. "The future."

"I don't see what the problem is. The two of you are about to be the last eligible men in New York. There's three and a half million women here," stated Bucky.

"Yeah, well I'd settle for just one," retorted Steve. He wasn't wrong, either. Steve and Sean had a hard time even having a conversation with a woman, much less an actual relationship.

"Good thing I took care of that," said Bucky as the three of them entered the Expo. Off in the distance in front of them were three women. One waved and called to Bucky.

Sean sighed. "What'd you tell her about us?"

Bucky shot him a knowing glance. "Only the good stuff." He waved back at the girls.

Sean and Steve took up their usual positions behind Bucky and the three girls, since he was the one they wanted after all. As they walked around, Sean wasn't impressed at what he saw. It was all just stationary statues and such that didn't seem to have any real function, but Howard Stark was fixing to perform, so maybe it would actually be interesting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Howard Stark!"

The girls practically tore Bucky's arm out of the socket as they dragged him to just in front of the stage, Steve and Sean following slowly behind.

The six of them watched as Howard emerged from backstage and kissed one of his showgirls before taking a microphone from her. "Ladies and Gentlemen. What if i told you that in just a few short years, your automobile wouldn't have to touch the ground at all?"

That certainly created a buzz in the crowd, as everyone was whispering to eachother about the possibilities of such an invention.

On queue, four showgirls removed the tires from the red car next to Howard, revealing some half spherical machine in each one's place. "Yes, with Stark reversion technology, you'll be able to do just that."

Howard slowly raised one of the levers on his control panel, and the entire crowd gasped as the red car began to rise off the ground, hovering just above the stage.

"Holy cow," Bucky said.

Suddenly, the machines began sparking, and the car crashed back onto the deck. Howard began to awkwardly chuckle as the audience applauded. "I did say a few years, didn't I?"

At this point, Steve nudged Sean to get his attention before pointing to an enlistment office. Sean nodded and followed Steve towards it. Sean was always following Steve's lead, but he didn't mind. He and Steve thought the same, anyways, why not just follow rather than argue?

When they entered, Steve took a glance at the mirror with a soldier's outline on it, and proceeded to step on it while Sean leaned against a wall and sighed.

Bucky was inbound, though. "Come on, you're kinda missing the point of a double date, we're taking the girls dancing," he said as he lightly pushed Steve.

"You go ahead, we'll catch up with you," replied Steve.

Bucky looked him in the eyes. "You're really gonna do this again?"

Steve shrugged and nodded. "Well, it's a fair, I'm gonna try my luck."

"As who? Steve from Ohio? They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you."

Sean watched this exchange, as Steve was pretty much saying everything for him. "Look, I know you don't think I can do this," Steve began.

"This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war."

"I know it's a war."

"Why are you so keen to fight? There's so many important jobs." Bucky had struck a nerve there. Sean could hear Steve's volume getting louder and louder.

"What do you want me to do? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?"

"Yes," Bucky declared. "Why not?"

"I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky. Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand, This isn't about me," Steve said, finalizing his point.

Bucky nodded, unconvinced. "Right, cause you got nothing to prove."

At this point, Sean noticed an older gentleman standing across from him, studying Steve and Bucky's conversation.

"Hey Sarge! Are we going dancing?" Sean heard from outside.

Bucky turned around with the his hands spread. "Yes we are!" He turned back to Steve, shaking his head. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back," he said, backing away.

Steve chuckled. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

Bucky sighed and came back for a hug. Sean approached as Steve and Bucky did their signature 'punk', 'jerk' and embraced Bucky as well.

"Be careful," Sean said.

"Don't win the war until we get there!" called Steve. He was answered with a simple salute from Bucky before he whisked the girls away in his arms.

Sean patted Steve on the shoulder. "He'll be fine, he's tough. Now, let's see if sixth time is the charm, huh?"

He led Steve past the older gentleman and into the enlistment office. They were quickly admitted in since it wasn't busy due to the time of day. As Sean was undressing, one of the nurses came in and whispered something in the doctor's ear, who told Sean to wait.

A few moments later, the older gentleman from earlier entered the room and closed the curtains behind him. As he opened a file, he began speaking. "So, you want to go overseas, kill some Nazis?"

Sean was taken aback by his accent. What is a German doctor doing in an American enlistment office? he wondered. "Excuse me?" was all he could manage.

The elderly gentleman held out his hand as he approached. "I'm Dr. Abraham Erskine, and I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve."

"Sean Rogers. Where are you from?"

"Queens, 73rd Street and Utopia Parkway," replied Erskine matter-of-factly. "Before that, Germany. This troubles you?"

Sean quickly realized his mistake and shook his head. "No."

"Where are you from, Mr. Rogers?" asked Erskine curiously. "Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities."

"That might not be the right file," Sean said, trying to cover his tracks.

Erskine shook his head. "No, it's not the exams I'm interested in, it's the five tries. But you didn't answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?"

Sean took a moment to think. "My brother Steve and I have been bullied our whole lives because of our ideals and our small stature. To answer your question, no. But the world would be a better place without bullies, so I want to help get rid of them."

Erskine nodded. "I have already offered your brother a chance, now I will offer the same one to you."

"I'll take it!" exclaimed Sean. He was finally getting to be the man he always wanted to be.

"Good. So where are you from, really?" asked Erskine.

"Brooklyn," replied Sean with a smirk.

Erskine stamped something in a folder and handed it to him. "Congratulations, soldier."