This story takes place in earth 889, a steampunk world. But this is WWII, so at this point, technology and fashion are about as far as colonial times. I'm going to do backstory on all the avengers, starting with Capt. America. These storys will be told throught letters, reports, and diarys. Enjoy!

~Steampunkgirl

The following letter translated from code:

To: Commander-in-chief Roosevelt June 2nd 1943

From: Gen. Philips

Respected sir.

We have received a volunteer for the superior soldier elixir Experiment (being funded by generous donations from Howard Stark of Stark Gears) and transformation will take place on the 4th of this month, in a secret facility in New Portsmouth. Subject of experiment is a kid man named Steven Grant Rogers. Height, 5' 4", weight 95 lbs, age, 24 years. Subject has a horrendous medical file, with ailments ranging from chronic skinnyness asthma to a heart murmur. However Dr. Erskine is confident that the elixir will greatly improve his health. It is to be hoped.

Signed,

General Philips

To my dear Jacob, Gracechurch St., Monday June 2nd

How are you? Well, I hope. At last I am able to send you some good tidings! Being General Philips secretary has put some information in my hands, which, if all goes to plan, will change the fortune of the war! I'm afraid to put any more, lest it be blotted out. It is enough to know this may all be over soon.

I must say that it never ceases to amaze me, the courage of men in times of trial. You enlisted as soon as our beloved Britain was in trouble, leaving Emilee safe in the countryside, to risk life and limb as a cavalryman! And even here, I have met a man, whom the world has beaten down, throwing every hardship in his way, and yet his greatest wish is to defend his country! I am lucky, to have a brother and a friend such as these.

Did I tell you, that I have met Howard Stark? He has been working with Gen Philips on XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX, and I've gotten to work with him, as far as communicating between the Army and Stark Gears. But he did show me around his lab. He's quite the flirt!

The post comes soon, so I bid you farewell, and know that my prayers go with you.

Your loving sister,

Margaret Carter

To my sweet Clara, June 1st

I thought of you today, when I saw a rose. It made me think of you, the last time we were together. You were so beautiful. Remember the future convention? Watching things like Stark Gears latest flying machine, and the Human Torch. And then we danced the night away. I'll be going into battle soon, and I'm sure to think of you, my only love.

Your ever faithful,

Bucky

To Bucky Barnes: June 3rd

I got in. I'm in the army. I can hardly believe it. It happed the night of the future convention, right after you left me to go dance with whatever girl you were seducing that night. You really have to stop that, Bucky. Or, at the very least, try only seeing one at a time. You'll get a reputation.

Anyway, it happened like this. Once you left, I went into the Town Hall where they were registering Men for the war, thinking I'd try one last time. Well, halfway through the doctors examination, a nurse put her head in and whispered something to the doc. He said "wait here" and left. I started putting my shoes on, I assumed they had found out about the other tries with false information, and were going to arrest me. But before I could leave, an official man stepped in, and all he did was hold the door open for and old man wearing a chemists coat to walk in, then was gone, leaving me alone with the man. "Good morning, Steven." The man said. He had a heavy German accent, which surprised me. "So, you want to kill some Nazis?" I was very confused. It turns out, he was a Doctor named Erskine, working for the Government, and He had overheard our conversation earlier, Bucky. The one where I said I had no right to be doing any less than every other man, walking off to fall away land to fight for what's right. Well, apparently that made an Impression on him. He offered me one chance, just one. I took it, of course. I spent a week at a boot camp, and at the end of it, Dr. Erskine told me I had been chosen because I had Qualities "Beyond the physical." He says I am a good man, and that;s what we need to win the war. Tomorrow, I will take something known as the 'Superior Soldier Elixir". If it all works out, I'll be in Europe with you soon. Don't win the war until I get there. Wish me luck, Bucky.

From,

Steven Rogers

P.S. would it kill you to write more?

P.P.S. There's a Dame here. Her name is Margaret Carter. She's some Generals secretary. I think you'd like her. I sure do. She's very tough. First day at boot camp, she punched some soldier for making lewd remarks.

To my sweet Jenna, June 1st

I thought of you today, when I saw a sunflower. It made me think of you. Remember the last time we were together? At the seaside, wading in the shallows, and gathering seashells. And then we danced the night away. I'll be going into battle soon, and I'm sure to think of you, my only love.

Your ever faithful,

Bucky

To Steve: June 1st

Having fun. Wish you were here.

Sergeant James B. Barnes, 107th infantry.