Brooklyn, New York.
11/11/1943
0513

"And you're sure they're the right people for this." Asked Corporal Harrison.

"Yeah, they'll be perfect." Replied Dr. Dormund.

"But I thought Abraham asked for scrawny poor people."

"Wayne knows how to use power, his parents have been dead for 19 years, they were shot in front of him, he'll be perfect."The two ended their conversation and walked out of the silent room.

The hall they were in now was full of people. Short, tall, fit, fat. It didn't matter, they each had a skill that set them apart from the others. This is why THUNDER had never been destroyed, because they had an answer for every problem, and this weeks problem was World War Two. It was becoming bigger by the day and the threat was coming close to America.

The English had called the president a week ago for special agents, but all that could be given was an amazing quantity of normal agents. THUNDER had been asked to speed up the Super Soldier Serum and get at least two agents made.

Dormund and Harrison walked into a large room with multiple computers, mini labs, personnel and one large screen at the front. Everyone was wearing a uniform save for one man. His name was Nick Fury. He was a tall man, with no hair and a goatee. He was also the first African-American agent of THUNDER, as well as the first African-American leader.

"Dormund, Harrison. What have you got for me?" Asked Fury.

"We have three candidates, Steven Rodgers, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson."

The two men looked at each other and wondered what Fury would think of the choices.

"Why Steven Rodgers?" He asked.

"We chose Steven because both his parents fought in a war. They were killed in action. He has been bullied his whole life and will know the value of power. He has a good moral sense and a clean conscience, nothing will turn him evil." Answered Dormund.

Fury nodded his head and turned around. "I don't want Grayson." He said bluntly.

"Why not, he's an amazing acrobat, with good strength and morale." Argued Harrison.

"I don't want circus folk in this facility." Fury said, and his tone ended the argument.

Later that night.
1034

Nick Fury sat down on his bed and yawned. He'd had a long day and didn't want to make the calls that would probably take half the night to finish. But it had to be done. He looked over the phone book for the Wayne Manor number. He knew it off by heart but wondered that if he took longer the conversation would shorter because they'd be more tired.

He found it and rang it up. Alfred answered straight away. "Hello, Wayne Manor, Alfred speaking." Alfred greeted.

"Hi Alfred, it's Nick Fury here, I was wondering if Bruce is home?" Nick asked.

"He's at an opening for a new orphanage he funded but I can take a message."

"Yeah, that'll do, you might want to get a pen and paper Alfred, this ones a long one." Nick advised.

"Ok, go." Alfred said.

"Last week the English called wanting our help. We couldn't help them as well as we wanted. We have, however, come up with a formula. One that could help change the war. It isn't a plan, it's a serum. It enhances everything in the human body, and we chose Bruce. We need him to come to New York. Where he'll take the formula and become a super soldier. He can go back to Gotham once he's finished his service." Fury explained.

"I'll pass it on, thanks Nick." Alfred said and he hung up.

Nick sat back down and prepared to make a second call to Steve Rodgers.