It was a rather cold and dingy evening in the city. Cora was walking home, bitter thoughts swirling through her head. Another rejected form. I just don't get it! So what if I'm a woman! Let's face it, they're gonna need all the soldiers they can damn well get the wankers. She brushed her thick, curly, bright red locks out of her vivid sea green eyes. Suddenly, she heard the rattle of trash cans and a shout of pain down an alleyway. She turned to where the racket was coming from and saw a rather large man punching a smaller one. Cora's delicate features scowled deeply. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was bullies. "Oi!", she shouted, her thick, Scottish accent ringing through her words, "What the bloody 'ell do ya think yer doin! Pick on someone yer own size ya prick!" The taller man turned to her and smiled mockingly down at her. "Now sweetheart, why don't you go-", but the man was interrupted by her foot stomping down on his, an elbow to the ribs, and a forceful, powerful punch to the jaw. She grabbed his ear and pulled him down to her level. "If I ever see you botherin this guy ever again I will beat ya arse to a bloody pulp. Do ye understand me?" She hissed at him. The man nodded his head frantically, desperate to get away. She released his ear and he scrambled up from the ground and ran back the way he came. The fiery redhead now turned to the scrawny man. "Ya 'kay?" she asked him softly. " I'm Cora by the way. And ye are?" "Steve," said the man, his face flushed read from blood. He frowned for a moment, unable to identify the thick accent her voice held. "If you don't mind me asking ma'am, where are you from?" Cora's tinkling laugh filled the air. "None o' that ma'am business, I'm jus' Cora. I'm originally from Scotland but I live in Manhattan." She offered her hand to help him up off the cement. "Well it was nice ta meet'cha Steve," she picked up a volunteer form off the ground. "And ya may be needin this. I know I'll be needin mine." The young man did a double take. "Y-You v-volunteered?" He managed, shocked. "What would a lovely lady like you want with a war?" "My parents both died 'cause o' it. But of course those thick numbskulls refuse to get it through their peanut sized brains that they need every solider they can get. I mean they can't keep rejectin me forever. It's been seven times!" She ranted. Steve looked at the ground. "It's my fifth time trying too. Don't worry, you're not alone." He muttered. Cora checked her watch and sighed. "Well as nice as it's been talkin to ya I should really be on me way. Perhaps if we make it into da army we'll see each other ' gain. Have a nice rest of yer day." And with that she turned away and headed back towards her small apartment. A man in uniform walked up to Steve and exclaimed, "Well there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you! C'mon the expo is gonna start any minute!" Soon Steve was being dragged down the street by his best friend, Bucky Barnes. But we'll get to that later.