Steve was brought to a camp for training and he stood in the line with others.
"Recruits, attention!" A british woman ordered. "Gentlemen, I'm Agent Carter. I supervise all operations of this division."
"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria? Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army." Some dickhead commented.
"What's your name, soldier?" Carter asked.
"Gilmore Hodge, your Majesty." Hodge smirked.
"Step forward, Hodge." Carter ordered and he did what she said. "Put your right foot forward."
"Are we gonna wrestle? Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like." He smirked and Carter punched him in the face and he fell.
You go, girl.
"Agent Carter." And older man called out as he got out of a jeep.
"Colonel Phillips." Carter greeted.
"I see that you're breaking in the new candidates. That's good." Phillips said and he looked down at Hodge, "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line until someone comes and tells you what to do."
Hodge stood up and he had a bloody nose, "Yes, sir.
Phillips began pacing up and down the line, "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men. And because they're gonna get better. Much better." Phillips said when he saw Steve. "The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldiers. And they, will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell."
Throughout the week the men had to do these tests. Like climbing rope or army crawl under barbed wire. Steve didn't do so well. His foot got tabled in the rope and some douche bags kicked a post down so barbed wire fell onto Steve.
The recruits were jogging on this path, and Steve was behind them. They stopped at a flag pole,
"That flag means we're only at the half way point. First man to bring it to me, gets to ride back with Agent Carter! Move! Move!"
Steve stood off to the side as the rest of the soldiers tried to climb the pole to get to the flag.
"Nobody's gotten to that flag in 17 years! Now fall back in line! Fall in! Get into formation!"
The soldiers went back into position and Steve went up to the pole,
"Rogers! I said fall in!"
Steve took the screws that kept the pole in place and it fall to the ground. He grabbed the flag and handed it to his instructor, "Thank you, sir."
He got into the back of the jeep and smiled at Carter when she turned to look at him and the jeep drove off.
They were now doing push-ups and Steve had a very hard time doing that.
"Come on ladies! My grandmother had more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!"
"You're not really thinking about picking Rogers, are you?" Phillips asked Erskine.
"I am more than just thinking about it. He is the clear choice." He replied.
"When you brought a ninety pounds asthmatic onto my army base, I let it slide. I thought, what the hell? Maybe he'll be useful to you, like a gerbil. I never thought you'd pick him." Phillips said.
"Up!" Carter ordered the men when Phillips and Erskine approached and Steve was the last to stand.
"Stick a needle in that kids arm and it's gonna go right through him." Phillips told him and the two watched Steve struggle to train, "Look at that? He's making me cry."
I am looking for qualities beyond the physical." Erskine replied.
"Do you know how long it took to set up this project?" Phillips asked.
"Yes, I know." He answered.
"And all the groveling I had to do in front of senator what's his name."
"I know. I am well aware of your efforts."
"Then throw me a bone. Hodge passed every test we gave him. He's big, he's fast, he obeys orders. He's a soldier." Phillips said.
"He's a bully." Erskine replied.
"You don't win wars with niceness, doctor." Phillips responded as he grabbed a grenade, "You win war with guts."
He tossed the grenade in front of the recruits, "Grenade!"
The recruits all ran and hid behind the cars and Steve jumped on top of the small weapon, "Get away! Get back!"
When nothing happened, a soldier spoke up, "It's a dummy grenade."
"Is this is a test?" Steve asked Phillips and Erskine.
"He's still skinny." Phillips told Erskine before leaving.
