Chapter 3: Augmentation
DERBY DAY, 1942:
Steve Rogers looked on in awe as medical and scientific personnel prepared him for the conversion from man to superman.
Remember, you'll always be that scrawny kid from Brooklyn. Don't forget that. Ever. he thought as he scanned the room.
"Mister Stark, is everything up and running?" Erskine asked
"Got it. How's everything with the kid?" came the reply over the intercom
"Ready."
"Then let's get this clambake started!"
A nurse strapped Steve into a large metal pod.
"Good luck."
The pod slammed shut.
Okay. No going back now. Let's think about this-
A stinging sensation penetrated Steve's chest.
"Preliminary injections of penicillin, Doctor?" Steve heard from within the pod.
"Yes."
A minute passed, and then another round of stinging, this time all over the body.
"Serum administered. Howard, administer the pulses."
A series of sensations not unlike electric shocks wracked Steve, which were in turn followed by something like very bad growing pains in the arms, legs, and back.
"Conversion complete. Nurse, open the pod."
The door swung open, and the assembled onlookers gawked and gazed at the scene before them. Where there had once been a scrawny runt, there was now a peak specimen of human perfection.
