This is my first story so please be patient with me.
I only own my character, Evelyn and anything you do not recognize associated with Marvel and Captain America.
"Is it safe to say that they rejected you again," a soft, feminine voice said over the soft sounds of shoes against the pavement.
"It is, but that doesn't stop me," a male responded. The pair walked close together, not intimately, but that of friends. The female towered over the male, despite him being older than her, though you couldn't tell. She heaved a deep sigh.
"Steve," she muttered quietly, "this is the fourth time you've applied. What's going to make the next one different? What's going keep this next one from getting you in trouble? You know lying-"
"Yeah I know Evelyn but I can't give up," Steve Rogers raised his voice to his companion. "I can't," he whispered. Evelyn heard him, her warm chocolate eyes shining with compassion.
"Come on," Steve said suddenly, his voice grating to hide the onslaught of fresh tears that might have been shed due to another failed enlisting attempt. "Let's go watch a movie." Taking her hand, he guided Evelyn to a well-known movie house in the area as a distraction. She knew that's all this was, another distraction until he would go and try to enlist in the army again.
The pair nestled themselves in the middle section of the theater, after Steve, being the gentleman that he was and paid, and sat in a comfortable silence. Steve with his right arm propped up on the arm rest of said side, vaguely leaned his face in his hand, staring admirably at the propaganda commercials. Anyone could see his desire to be part of the effort reflecting in his big blue eyes. Evelyn on the other hand sat stiffly in her seat, one beige hosed colored leg crossed delicately over the other, arms crossed tightly to her chest in a defensive position. The war had already taken her father and brother from her, now she clung to the thought of Steve never leaving due to his numerous health problems. She understood his hatred for bullies, due to the fact that he himself was always being bullied. She just wished his passion didn't run so deep that he would constantly break the law to be shipped off.
"War continues to ravage Europe," the big screen exclaimed over blaring trumpets, "But help is on the way! Every abled body young man is lining up to serve his country."
Evelyn's eyes slid over to Steve. She could see the wanting in his gaze burning the screen.
"Even little Timmy is doing his part collecting scrap metal. Nice work Timmy!"
"Who cares," a male shouted from in front of him. Evelyn narrowed her eyes and looked for the perpetrator. Even though she didn't completely agree with it all, that didn't give anyone to disrespect any efforts to engaged citizens in defending their country.
"Play the movie already," he shouted again. Evelyn's eyes scanned the back of the patron's heads.
"Hey, you wanna show some respect," Steve whispered but she could hear the underlying anger in his raspy voice. This kept the greasy sounding man quiet. Evelyn only hoped that it would be enough.
"Lets go! Get on with it," the man shouted again. Evelyn quickly glanced around the crowed room. Visibly, the man was making everyone one uncomfortable, but no one was making a movie to stop him.
"Hey just start the cartoon!"
"Hey, you wanna shut up," Steve leaned forward in his chair to the offender, clearly upset with the whole ordeal. The man stood up and her heat sank. The grease trap sounding man stood at an almost 6 foot stature and had an overly average build. Evelyn glanced over and saw Steve take a very deep breath, tense up and square his shoulders back. The tension was palpable for everyone around. The movie continued to play on in the background. Evelyn knew this wasn't going to end well at all for Steve.
"Don't follow me Evelyn," Steve whispered softly, only for her to hear, before the large man grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, dragging him into the back alley.