OMG! I got followers, favorites, and reviews. Ya'll have made my birthday great XD I'm so happy. Now since ya'll asked nicely I will give another chapter. Hope ya like it. :) Thank ya soooooo much! I know nothing about what happens in boot camp or whatever, I'm just going with what I see in movies. Don't they train or workout at night too? Idk just bear with me please. '=_=
It has been four days at base. Eighty soldiers have been called to account themselves and their specialties. So every night in the barracks the girls and boys their gear on for night training. The 'Play Ground' is lit up with light polls. Everyone aiming to empress the Big Dogs. Every night in the stands sits the Team everyone here in this squad of sixty-two wanna join. All...except me. I have been through so many wars, had to give up my womanhood to follow my dumb brothers. My hair stays in a wild fix around my head and long bangs covering my left eye for remembrance of my sacrifice. Acting like a man during the Civil War in 1861, riding a horse with a musket and pistol strapped to my side. To getting Women Rights, and soon now I don't have to hide anymore. I fight as myself, as a woman. Everyone here knows what I am. Maybe not how old I am and they certainly don't understand how much blood stains my hands. I look like I'm in my twenty's. This curse I have, makes me look like I haven't aged a day, but I always remember. I remember my past, and like they always say, it comes back to bite you in the ass. I don't need to add another contract to my name. Another score for the so called good guys. I know who SHIELD is and I'm not impressed. War World Two was the start of that expedition and that's a train I refuse to climb on.
So as we stand at attention for our call, I stand in the third row in six, its quiet and the only sound that I hear are the hearts pounding and breathes of my fellow patriots as we face our fate. The Avengers stare search the rows, looking us in the eyes, almost like looking into our souls. The black males lone eye scowling at us, picking us clean. He holds all our files in hand and they all talk amongst each other. I hear what they are saying, the only ones taking this seriously is the dark haired cat suit man, the black man, and the walking flag man. The red head female has a Russian accent and a small blond male talk about weapons while making it look like they are paying attention to their boss, the last two are talking about something science related, but still take the time to analyze the subjects in question. They are a bunch I tell you, not what you see everyday. Bet you that there is not boring day with this group. From what I see, the Alpha is the one eyed man, his male beta in the cat suit to his left, the tall blonde seems to be an Alpha, the two cat suits behind them are omegas, and the one with glasses has an air about him that says beta and screams alpha, then last Mr. Sunglasses smells like a beta too. 'hmmm my,my,my so much male testosterone. I feel for the lil lady' looking over at the red head. To my surprise she looks over at me and we meet eyes. She calls all the attention of the group and motions to me with her head, and they all look. 'Lord have Mercy, do not look over here!' I look ahead. Hoping and praying they loose interest. I hear a male call the general over and the words are lows, papers are being rustled. Soon I hear "MAJOR JOHNSON, FRONT AND CENTER!" 'oh God' I fight a sigh and step forward and march to the front from the third row. Once there, I stand at a parade rest as I wait my orders. "SIR!" The most funny thing about this is, is that the tall blond stands and salutes me and the two scientists stare bluntly at his ass. I raise an eyebrow "son, you don't salute me" he blushes under his cowl from what I can see "but ma'am you are higher rank than me" I give a salute in return and wink at him "no sir, not Captain America. I salute to you" If he was blushing then, he sure was now. 'Oh and what a lovely shade it was'. Yes I remember the good Captain, the last time he ever saw me. I was pretending to be mute had battle paint on my face and I went by a different name. He wont recognize me...I hope.
So any way I hope you like this one. Tell me what you think. Should Steve recognize her or should she let chips fall where they may? Hmmm decisions, decisions. lol