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A/N: I need more Male OC's submitted as well as those now five (5) Instructor and four (4) Background OC's. No more Main female Student Oc's are needed.

A/N: Steve is under the influence of heavy drugs (even for a super soldier and he acts rather loopy and not his normal self just a heads up if he seems a bit OOC for some of the chapter.)

There's another team mentioned throughout this chapter Alpha Team short for Strike Team Alpha that team belongs to AgentHaler7713 (from his story Taking the NeXt Step).

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Jargon/Acronyms/General Acronyms/Abbreviations (in order of reference)

OTG - Outdoor Training Grounds

GSW - Gunshot wound

Negligent discharge - is a discharge of a firearm involving culpable carelessness.

Warnings: Gunshot wounds, blood, threats of bodily harm. Medical drug use, After effects of heavy dosage of drugs. I think that's it for this chapter. Just a heads up. Nothing too graphic I don't think just givin' yah a warnin'. If seeing any of that upsets you can skip it. Marked by an * asterisk.

Chapter 2

1013 Hours, Jul 13 2015, S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy OTG, Alexandria Virginia.

It took a long time and countless hours of hard work, but the Academy was finally up and operational. In fact, there were already two cycles of training happening right at this very moment. The familiar formations and running cadences were a breath of fresh air. It was calming and put him at ease. Steve was walking around the outdoor training grounds of the Academy taking in the sights. it really is a sight to behold he thought. Not even a full year since S.H.I.E.L.D.s fall and recruits and Agents alike are getting back into things.

"It's almost like nothing ever happened." Steve said as he walked past one of the many outdoor obstacle courses that adorned the Operations division campus.

The man standing next to Steve looked up and over at him icy blue eyes clearly shining his dark brown hair cut to S.H.I.E.L.D. regulation length. He'd never liked his hair long and he'd cut it almost as soon as he was able or rather stable enough to do it himself. "They're a resilient bunch Stevie, they all are. Or just a certain type of crazy to deal with the kind of stuff they'll be dealing with from here on out." James said.

"You're right Buck-I mean James they are, they're adults some hardened soldiers and other service members, but…" Steve trailed off looking at a group of twenty something year olds run a rope course not far off.

"But you don't think the new training program is a good one, do you?"

Steve sighed heavily and turned to his long-time friend. "No I don't but I was outvoted Buck there's nothing I can do."

"Steve all the candidates go through a thorough screening process beforehand, before being considered for recruitment. These are all well qualified candidates."

Steve is still silent looking out at the obstacle course beyond the trees. Wanda is only twenty-one years old Pietro was only twelve minutes older than his sister and he'd died saving Clint in Sokovia. These candidates were only a few years younger than they were.

"Steve you're thinking too hard again I can feel it." James replied knowingly.

"James…" Steve started.

"Call me Bucky, James sounds weird comin' outta your mouth Punk."

"Jerk." Steve said fondly. "Okay Bucky I know you weren't there for the whole Sokovia battle and everything, but we lost someone that day a kid really only twenty-one years old name was Pietro, he was a speedster and his sister was weird, had powers, he died saving Clint's life. Clint's sister Laura named her third kid after him, Nathaniel Pietro Barton."

Bucky really looked at Steve his ice blue eyes betraying no hint of his emotions. "That's…I'm sorry you had to through that. But in this line of work things like that happen." He replied matter of factly.

James certainly wasn't his Bucky that's for sure. His Bucky had really 'died' that day in the Alps when he fell from the train. In every way but physical body. James was a different person then old Bucky, but there were still bits and pieces of the old Bucky that Steve saw in James. James was his own person, and Steve had to stop seeing James as the old Bucky. He'd never be 'his' Bucky again. Not after all he's gone through.

He sure is handling this whole twenty-first century deal better than I did. Then again, he's only had a couple of months as being truly free and himself.

That Professor X Charles Xavier, that Steve was introduced to that helped Bucky get rid of his triggers and and get all of his memories back really helped both of them. While Bucky may be able to remember things, he felt kind of still like he was in a different body. In some sense, he guesses he is.

Steve's too absorbed in his own thoughts, that he doesn't hear the warning yell from the recruit or the shout from Bucky. "Captain Rogers hit the deck!..."

"Steve hit the dirt!…"

*Steve's reaction time is way off, and hears the whizzing sound of bullets fly straight and Steve goes down hard. He felt a searing hot pain in his lower back and lower then his back.

He's just been shot three times by a male recruit. Whose aim was absolutely horrible. Then again said recruit probably shouldn't have been waving his loaded lethal weapon around like it was a toy. If it ain't loaded it ain't lethal. It was for sure loaded, apparently, the recruit forgot that little fact.

"Steve. Steve, can you hear me." James asked as he rushed over to his friend. The recruit and the instructor have run over well. The recruit was babbling about sorry he is, and other such stuff. The rest of the older recruits all stood around awkwardly. They can't believe their friend just shot Captain America in the ass twice. It's quite funny actually.

"My ass." Steve wailed from the ground. "I got shot in the ass."

The instructor keyed his radio, that all instructors carried for just this sort of scenario. Without any preamble, he ordered "Get a med team to the southwest training field immediately, we have an Agent down multiple GSW's."

There's a response back, but Steve doesn't hear it and Bucky is too preoccupied with Steve at the moment. The recruit who shot Steve was babbling about how sorry he is.

Steve's still wearing his black tactical gear from his and Bucky's mission so the crimson red blood coming out of the three bullet wounds isn't all that visible. But it is flowing. That's worrying a bit to Bucky. The blood loss. Steve's lying on his stomach on the grass not moving. The pain is a bit much.

*At least he's talking, the punk that's good. Well this is surely one for the record books.

The medical team arrived shortly after the instructor radioed it in. He also called in a back-up relief instructor so he could deal with offending recruit. That was negligent discharge for sure, that needed to be dealt with immediately.

Steve was carefully laid onto a stretcher and carried away from the field training grounds, by four of the strongest medics on hand. Bucky trailed behind, glaring daggers back at the recruit. Who is also being pulled away by the original instructor who was in charge of the exercise. The fate of the recruit time at the Academy was in Steve's hands, albeit unknowingly of course.

Steve and Bucky were both distinguished guests. Both high ranking in the hierarchy of the organization. Well at least Steve was, jury was still out on Bucky's true position within the new S.H.I.E.L.D. There were still quite a few Agents who thought of him as the Winter Soldier and that he couldn't be trusted.

With what Bucky was thinking right now they'd be right. He wasn't in his right mind at the present moment.

1035 Hours. Jul 13 2015, S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy - Infirmary, Alexandria Virginia.

Steve was just fine as Bucky knew he would be. But he couldn't help but worry and fret. Also spout death threats at the recruit who landed Steve in the infirmary. "That stupid idiotic careless Mother Fucker. I'm gonna kill'im I am." Bucky was pacing back and forth in front of Steve's bed. It was a short distance from one end of the privacy curtain to the other it was making Steve dizzy.

"Bucky calm down. I'm calm see, I'm fine no big deal. No need for bodily harm." Steve tried to persuade his friend.

"But he and you, and your perfectly round target shaped ass." James spluttered, and then his splutters turned into full on laughter. He couldn't be mad anymore that had lasted all of ten minutes. This was just too comical to not laugh at. Here was Captain freakin' America lying on his stomach facing him ass in the air eating mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"It is perfectly, round, isn't it?" Steve mused turning his head to look at his own butt. Did Bucky forget to mention that Steve was also high as a kite for the pain in his lower back. The medics had to dose him up higher then would be normally safe, but he was a super-soldier the drugs wouldn't work otherwise.

"You're unbelievable you know that."

"He's also high off his ass James, what do you expect." A voice Bucky was starting to recognize as familiar responded from the blue privacy curtain. Phil Coulson one of the men responsible or behind the inner workings of this new teenage training program and behind Strike Team Echo.

Phil was actually dressed down from his usual suit and tie and instead in a rapidly cooling dry fit gray S.H.I.E.L.D. PT t-shirt and black PT shorts with a gray S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem on the bottom left side of the shorts.

"He's a smartass Punk even without the drugs in his system." James groused sitting in the only hard plastic chair by Steve's bedside.

"I just came by to see how Steve was doing? If he'll be up for the Welcome speech on Thursday. The Head of Ops is gettin' antsy."

"It's only Monday, and they were just surface wounds, medic said he should be up and walking around by Wednesday with little more than a dull ache in his posterior. Docs words not mine."

"Fantastic." Phil turned to Steve. "You hear that Steve you're still doing the Welcome speech on Thursday you getting shot is not an excuse to get out of it."

"Ah Phil." Steve whined a wide grin on his face, that reminded Phil of Clint's doped up expressions he'd seen countless times when the archer was doped up on pain meds. For some other extreme injury or another. Seeing his idol, a national icon like this was something else. So, he couldn't really be faulted for what he did next right? It was one of opportunity. Phil had his phone in a plastic protective armband. He used it for music. He took it out of the case. "Steve look over here." Phil said. Steve did so, and Phil snapped a few pictures.

"Those are just for your eyes-only Phil. Those don't leave your phone." James warned seriously.

"Of course, James I wouldn't dream of doing anything with them. I'm not Barton or Romanoff."

Bucky just huffed, and looked at Steve who by now had finished his pint of ice cream. Steve was looking down at it with a sad face. Like he wanted something more.

"I could go for something to eat. Haven't eaten anything but a couple of MRE's and power bars since our Op yesterday." James informed Phil.

"I can eat too. I think I pushed myself a bit too far in the gym today."

"To the cafeteria, it is then." James announced. Before the three of them left, they got a butt donut for Steve to sit on. When he'd gotten shot in the lower back it was actually his tailbone and it was severely bruised, and therefore hurt like at bitch to sit down at the moment.

1115 Hours. Jul 13 2015, S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy - Cafeteria, Alexandria Virginia.

The cafeteria was full at this time in the early afternoon. A flurry of recruits and instructors and visiting Agents alike flooded the cafeteria. "Looks like we beat the lunch rush." Phil said. "I'll get us seats you two get the food."

Phil spotted a table on the far-left side and he and made his way over to it. "Hey Agent Coulson I didn't know you were here." Daisy said. Daisy had been testing out the new powered training room, with a few of the Agents from Strike Team Alpha. The an all powered Agent team, from cybernetics, to nanites, to experimental superhuman enhancements. Nobody wanted to get on the wrong side of that team.

Phil looked up from his phone. He quickly shut if off before greeting Daisy. "Agent Johnson how'd the training session go?"

"Fitz and the other engineers made a pretty advanced training room. It's been up and running only a few weeks and it's already in need of light repairs." Daisy told Phil she sat down across from him.

Phil had to laugh at that. He'd seen the guys from Alpha Team they were a pretty intense group of people. Phil wasn't just talking about their powers or enhancements. Only one female Agent in that bunch and she was probably the most volatile. "I take it Agent Fitz isn't too happy about that then."

"No, he was not you should have seen his face A.C. it was hilarious. It's like that time we were back at the Hub and the automatic doors got stuck."

"I remember." Phil saw Steve and Bucky approaching and waved them over. Steve and Bucky slid in on either side of the Agents already at the table. Bucky beside Phil and Steve beside Daisy. "Feeling better Rogers." Phil asked Steve.

"Still hurts, but not as bad as earlier. Umm, I didn't do or say anything…" Steve trailed off.

"No of course not Rogers, Barton is worse than you on drugs trust me." Phil shuddered as several memories came to the surface.

"What's going to happen the recruit?" Steve asked. Steve had grabbed himself a simple pasta salad for lunch well four servings of pasta salad actually. He began to tuck in with gusto he hadn't realized how hungry he was until he sat down.

He wasn't so abashed at his own metabolism and how much he had to eat to keep himself healthy anymore. The other three didn't even bat an eye. Bucky himself had opted for a few medium rare burgers and French fries. Not the healthiest meal, but he didn't care. Steve wasn't the one who was up on a rooftop for upwards of six hours yesterday. Waiting and waiting for their target.

About twenty minutes after the initial accident anyone who was anyone important knew about the incident on the training field. That means Phil and Daisy both knew about what happened.

Daisy had had herself a good laugh at the whole thing when Hunter had come along and told her of what had happened to Rogers.

"He'll face disciplinary action most likely be removed from the Academy and sent back home." Phil said matter of factly. "Sad really he had potential and he was only in his third week."

"He had a long way to go yet Agent Coulson. I don't his class will miss him if the disciplinary board decides to boot him." Daisy replied. "Frankly if he can't remember a simple rule he shouldn't be in S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I agree." Bucky said as he put in his two cents. "If he had hit anyone but Steve, it could have ended differently."

"If you'll remember I got shot in the tailbone and my ass I hardly think my regenerative healing factor saved me much pain. It hurts like you wouldn't believe."

"I understand that Agent Rogers." Phil said stressing the 'Agent' title. "But if one recruit gets slack for something because of who he injured others will think they can get away with it as well. He has to be made an example of."

"It's a shape really I was looking forward to knocking him on his ass a few more times in sparring." Daisy responded. Before anyone else could weigh in on the recruit's fate. Daisy phone went off. "Agent Johnson." She answered. She listened to whoever was on the line for a minute.

"Yes, I'll be right there soon Mack, bye."

Daisy looked back up at the three men "Mack's got a lead on a new Enhanced individual. I've gotta go."

"We understand fine Agent Johnson it was good seein' you." James replied a twinkle in his eye.

Daisy waved goodbye to the three men, got up from the table and made her leave out of the cafeteria to where Mack was waiting for her.

Phil, Steve and Bucky made small talk for a bit about what the other Avengers were doing and the craziness that they got up to. Which that small talk inevitability turned into shop talk about mission tactics and strategies. Phil too eventually got called away Alpha Team had gotten called up for a mission, in a classified location, and needed an experienced handler. Phil was the only handler Alpha Team trusted and would work with.

Both Bucky and Steve being at the Academy for the beginning of this new training program/cycle was no accident at all. The Head of the Operations Division of the Academy and the Head of the Recruitment and Training had both planned it during the beginning of the summer. Kids, teenagers actually were just graduating high school or already finished high school and needing gainful employment S.H.I.E.L.D. would provide that. Getting to work in the same big leagues as Captain America and Bucky Barnes an added signing bonus one could say.

Still Steve wasn't convinced about the necessity of this new team. There were plenty other qualified Agents that could form a team. Allowing teenagers to join S.H.I.E.L.D. would just be asking for trouble. Hormonal teenagers and raging emotions plus powers. Who knew what would happen. He told Bucky as much.

"James I know you weren't there for the whole Battle of Sokovia, but we lost someone that day a young man named Pietro Maximoff, who was a Hydra experiment with his sister Wanda. He was fast she was weird. He died saving Clint's life that day."

Bucky took a moment to process what Steve said before he responded. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Steve. But casualties happen in our line of work. I'm sure the kid knew what he was getting into."

"That's the thing James, these candidates are going to be younger then Pietro was and who knows what they'll be facing. Can they handle what S.H.I.E.L.D. will throw at them?"

"You've seen the surveillance footage of the some of the candidates and what they can do. I'm sure they'll be fine." James said. It was only eight months of the most grueling boot camp and government training academy combined.

It was true Steve had seen the footage and he had to admit some of the candidates were pretty impressive. "I'm still not completely convinced, but S.H.I.E.L.D. does need the manpower."

"You're still a stubborn S.O.B. you know that Rogers."

"I'll believe in this program when I see results."

Would Steve see results? Would the candidates survive the experience that is the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, Operations Division? Many will try, and many will fail. Only the strong will join the ranks of the honorable few. Be the shield. Protect the world from the even weirder stranger world.

That's the end of Chapter 2. Hit that review button down below leave a comment tell me what you thought. I'd like your guys' feedback.

A/N: Keep those OC's comin everyone still plenty of spots open and available. Also, I promise chapters will be longer after this one for sure.

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