Heyy guys so.. I know it's been awhile. Okay, it's been FOREVER since I updated I know and I'm sorry about that. I just... can't seem to get any inspiration in writing this chapter. I'm sorry but I promise I'll make it up to all of you by making this chapter longer than the previous ones. And please! leave reviews :)) It means a lot to me.


Sister of the Captain (8)

It was lunch time at the base. Although they were both in the same unit, she and her brother had different schedules in everything they do. So to put it simply, here she was staring at her lunch, all alone.

Well, if this was even considered food. Gwendolyn thought. It look like the meat was under-cooked, and it was grey instead of a rich-brown color she normally sees once Steve was done cooking. The potatoes were sloppy, and the bread was just-

"Hey," She raised her head up, and came face to face with two fingers snapping to get her attention. "You okay?" Again, her heart couldn't help but beat faster as she saw the face of the speaker. He had a smile on his face, yet concern was shown in his eyes.

She let out a sheepish smile, "Oh-yeah I'm fine. Hehe." Her eyes darted down to the silver tray held in both his hands.

"You mind if I sit here?"

Gwendolyn quickly shook her head. "Thanks." Daniel said, and proceeded to sit down.

Oh my gosh. Daniel is sitting right in front of me! We're sharing the same table, and- oh my gosh. I really have to call Grace and tell her everything.

The two sat in silence. It was getting awkward each second, and Gwendolyn tried to think of how she should start a casual talk. Daniel on the other hand, was doing the same thing. He didn't know if she was a talker. Even if they were schoolmates, they barely talked to one another unless it involves in a Science experiment. So technically, they weren't really all that close. Well, save it for the nickname thingy.

"So..." he brought up awkwardly. He noticed that he hasn't touched her food yet. "You're not hungry?" Daniel silently cursed himself as he thought it was a very lame topic to start with, but he really has no other options.

She poked the meat with her fork, even if Steve specifically told her it's rude to poke any kind of food. She didn't want to know the valid reason for that. "Not really," she was cut off by the sound of her tummy rumbling. Her cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment while Daniel only chuckled.

"I think your stomach's saying otherwise." He half-said, half-laughed. "Why don't you eat? I know that we're busy and all but you know what they say, food is good for the soul." He ate a spoonful of potatoes.

"How could you eat that?"

Daniel raised an eyebrow at her.

She quickly composed herself. "Oh no- I didn't mean it like that it's just... well, let's say the food is a little bit farther from taste from the ones I'v had back home." She sliced a piece of meat, while he just watched her.

"Believe me, I know what you're saying." Then he whispered in a voice that was audible for only her to hear. He leaned in a bit, "The food here isn't even half as good as the one my grandma cooks. Trust me, I'm just eating to survive."

She let out a soft laugh. A laugh that Daniel wanted to hear again. "Then for my sake, I guess I should start eating too huh?" She began to chew and swallow the food set in front of her.

"So how's Steve?" Daniel asked.

She frowned a bit. "Still breathing- which I guess is a good thing. You should've seen him train Daniel, he's like a... a puppy compared to those other wolves. Sometimes, I even considered sending him to the emergency unit. And the other soldiers, don't even get me started. They are so awful that I just want to rip their heads off." SHe finished while jabbing her fork into the bowl of potatoes.

"Woah, okay calm down Lyn." He said. "Steve seems a bit- behind the bars, but I think Dr. Erskine's taken a liking to him you know. He talks about your brother all the time whenever I work with Mr. Stark."

"Yeah I know that. It's not that I don't think he can do it. I'm just-"

He cut her off. "Worried about him. I know." She looked at him and sighed deeply. "Hey, don't worry about it alright? I'm sure your brother knows what he's doing. If you ask me, he's the one that should be in the program."

Gwendolyn knitted his eyebrows, "What program?"

"The super soldier thing. Didn't the colonel told you about that? You work outside, so technically, if any one has to know- it's you."

She rolled her eyes, "Gee. Thanks for the info Wright-"

"With pleasure mademoiselle." He interrupted again with a teasing tone.

Gwendolyn continued, "-but I am aware of that program. I just thought it's another one that Phillips decided to make up." She grunted, her tone dripping with annoyance.

"You don't like the Colonel very much do you?"

She stood up and picked her tray, "Well, do dogs meow?"

"Uhmm..no?" He asked in a very confused tone and locked his gaze on hers.

She smiled sweetly. "Tell me when they do because that's the day I'd learn to like our colonel." She saw him grin and chuckle. "I'd better get going. It was nice talking to you Dan."

"Likewise Gwendolyn, I guess I'll see you later." He sent a smile that made the butterflies in her stomach flutter furiously again.

She walked away, not before saying- "I told you to never call me Gwendolyn!"

He laughed once more.


"You're not really thinking about picking Rogers, are you?"

Gwendolyn followed closely behind the doctor and the colonel. She was gripping a clipboard that contains the observation she had based on the training and conditions of the soldiers set on their base. Even though she kept telling the colonel that it would be bias for her to judge the soldiers (considering Steve was one of them), he didn't mind at all. To quote him- "I don't give a damn on what you think Miss Gwendolyn. Just do your job as you are ordered to do." He had said.

"I am more than just thinking about it. He iz thee clear choice." Dr. Erskine answered back. She couldn't help but overhear a very serious conversation between the two. So when she heard Steve's name, it just made her even more curious.

"When you brought a ninety-pound 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." Colonel Phillips retorted.

Gwendolyn knitted her eyebrows- an action she seemed to be doing a lot lately. "Pardon me sir, but what does Steve have anything to do with the program?"

"Exactly, well you could direct your question to the doctor here." The two set their gazes on the doctor in front of them.

With a sigh, he answered. "Based on my obzervation, he iz thee one most suitable vor thee program. Isn't that right Miz Gwendolyn?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but immediately shut it when no words came out. She wasn't sure if it was safe for Steve to be involved in the super soldier program. Especially when it was under the military, but I guess instead of the other jerks being picked for the program, it was in better hands if they chose Steve. But then again, the most obvious reason to why she shouldn't agree to this- is because it was far too risky.

"Stick a needle in that kids arm and it's gonna go right through him." They observed his brother as he was panting and breathing heavily while doing basic jumping jacks, while the other recruits seemed to be doing it effortlessly. Gwendolyn bit her lip as she watched him nervously, it took her a great deal of restraint of not going there and dragging her brother towards the medical ward.

"I am looking vor qualities be'ond thee physical." His German accent was obvious.

The colonel ignored his response. "Do you know how long it took to set up this project?"

"Yeah, I know." Dr. Erskine said. Gwendolyn continued to listen to the two men argue, while still keeping her eyes trained on Steve.

"And all the groveling I had to do in front of senator what's his name."

They stopped beside a truck carrying explosives and other weapons used in the base. "Brandt- and yes I know. I am well aware ov 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."

Gwendolyn snorted, "He's an asshole. A good one rather."

"You don't win wars with niceness, Miss Rogers." He walked towards the truck. They didn't know what he was doing, but as soon as he faced them back her eyes widened in shock.

"Colonel-" She tried to reasoned but, was again, ignored as usual.

"You win war with guts." He pulled the clip off the grenade and threw it exactly where the soldiers were training. "Grenade!"

Gwendolyn watched in horror as all of the men quickly ran off to find cover, except for Steve. When she catch onto what he was about to do, she quickly dashed off in his direction. Steve got to the grenade before she did, and jumped on top of it. He used his body as a shield to cover the grenade.

"Get away! Get back!" He yelled, his eyes tightly shut. She could only stare at him, and share looks with Agent Carter- who was gazing at Steve with a look of admiration. Once they all established that it was just a dummy grenade, Steve got up. "Is this a test?"

She smiled at her brother. "Seems like it." She looked back where the doctor and colonel were standing, and sent Phillips a smirk. Phillips stood in silence, while the two gave him a look that says 'I told you so'.

"He's still skinny." The colonel could only respond before walking away.

Gwendolyn rolled her eyes, and said to herself. "He just got to have the last word again didn't he?" She looked at her brother who was still lying on the muddy ground, and offered a hand. Steve stared at it for a few seconds. "I don't bite big brother, don't worry."

He was still catching his breath when he took her hand, and pulled himself up. "Thanks Lyn."

"No problem." She responded with a smile, while he tried to brush the dirt of his pants. This was actually the first time she got a closer view of Steve again. It's been awhile since they had an actual talk, considering the fact that both of them are busy now. "You sure you're okay?"

He said through breaths, "Yeah," he looked at her. "Never been better."

"Good." She checked her clipboard. "I guess I'll be seeing you later, at exactly 1800."

He got confused. "For what?"

She gave him a pat on the shoulder, which was easy for her because she was taller than her brother by about two inches. "You'll see. Alright back to work soldier, Agent Carter got his eye on you." She said quite teasingly.

Steve shook his head, with a smile plastered on his face. "It's great to see you too sis." Before running off to where the other men where. Then she walked where Agent Carter was standing.

"Agent Carter?" She called.

The brunette snapped her attention towards her, "What do you want now Gwendolyn?" She asked in a genuine but a little irritated tone.

"I told you to never call me Gwendolyn." She argued.

She answered back, "Well, I did recall telling you to just call me Peggy once in a while."

"Well, you did say once in awhile. You didn't say always." She reasoned with a smirk.

Peggy sighed, "God you're impossible. No wonder Stark's got a thing for you."

"Excuse me?" She gasped. "Stark? Puh-lease. We don't even get along that much, and the most obvious reason why- I don't even like him." Gwendolyn blurted in annoyance.

The agent smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot that you actually fancy the lad working with him, isn't that right?"

Her cheeks turned red and a look of realization crossed her face. "I do not." She tried to deny.

"Keep denying it Lyn, but I guarantee you that every living creature that set foot in this base knows what you feel about him." She retorted.

Gwendolyn looked offended, "Am I that obvious?"

"Would you be offended if I said yes? And besides, apparently Mr. Wright seems pretty oblivious to those feelings of yours." Peggy remarked.

She shook her head, "Not at all." She continued, "But I do have one teeny-tiny problem."

"What's that?" She asked Gwendolyn.

She responded a bit too loudly. "HE DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME WAY."

Agent Carter winced a bit, "You'll get to that eventually, I'm getting the feeling that he shares the same feelings as you do." Gwendolyn didn't respond, instead clutched the clipboard more tightly in her hands. "Now, as much as I like these little talks of ours. Why don't you just tell me why you even called me the first place?"

"Well, it's because of Steve."

A flash of concern crossed the brunette's eyes, "What about him?"

"Is it wise enough for him to be that man?" She asked a bit too quickly.

Peggy let out a breath, "If you ask me, there really is no doubt that he would picked among all of them." He gestured towards the recruits.

"I do know that. I'm just afraid you know. He's the only family I got left and if this program goes wrong-" She was cut off when Peggy squeezed her hand reassuringly.

She assured with a smile, "Steve's not going to leave you. He's not going anywhere knowing that you're the only family he's got too."

Gwendolyn returned the smile, and muttered. "Thanks Peggy." Sometimes, even though that Peggy could be a little bossy sometimes, overall she's a very nice person. She's also one of the people she has gotten close to, and one of the people that she could trust her life with.

"Anytime Lyn. Now, why don't we get back to work before Colonel Phillips caught us and gave as a long speech of 'how we shouldn't waste time because we are already at war'?" She suggested in a quite playful but serious tone.

"I second that notion Agent." Gwendolyn remarked before getting back to work. Preparing herself for the meeting she has to go later on.


"Doc, I'm nervous."

He chuckled, "I think everyone iz at thee moment. But if anyone should vee more nervouz, I think it's your brother." He placed a hand on her shoulder as if to say, "it's okay".Which made her a bit calm to be honest. She followed Dr. Erskine toward Steve's room, and waited as he knocked on the door.

"May we?" The doctor asked, she couldn't hear what Steve said but they were let in anyway.

As they got inside, Gwendolyn couldn't help but think the room was as neat as their apartment back home. She had expected bed sheets to be unmade, clothes strewn on the floor, and things were scattered and unorganized. But, she was wrong, everything was tidy and organized. Probably because Steve was the only person here, and she knew for a fact that her brother was even tidier than her- and she's a girl. That says a lot.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked her brother.

He let out a nervous smile, "Got the jitters I guess. So, how you holding up?"

"Well, I've met new people. I learned a lot more than I know. I guess so far, it's not too bad." She replied, as they took a seat down across him.

He nodded, "When will you leave?"

"Right after the program's done." Gwendolyn answered, then asked him, "How bout you? I see you everyday at the grounds. You still want to go through with this?"

He gave her a smile and nod, then turned to the doctor. "Can I ask you a question?" He put away the book he was formerly reading.

"Just one?"

Steve had a puzzled expression on his face, "Why me?" Gwendolyn took a deep breath, she knew that he was going to ask this sooner or later.

Dr. Erskine held a bottle of wine in his hands, "I suppose that iz thee only question that matters." He replied. "This iz from Augsburg, my city." He showed them the bottle.

"So many people forget that the first country that the Nazi's invaded was their own. You know, after the last war the…my people struggled. They…they felt weak. They felt small. And then Hitler comes along with the marching and the big show and the flags and the…and the…" He adjusted the glasses perched on his nose. While both Rogers listened intently to what the doctor was saying. "And he- he hears of me, my work, and he finds me. And he says, you-" He pointed at Steve. "He says you will make us strong."

"Well, I am not interested." He places down the bottle of wine, and continued, "So he sends the head of Hydra, his research division. A brilliant scientist by the name of Johann Schmidt. Now, Schmidt is a member of the inner circle and he's ambitious. He and Hitler share a passion for a cult power and Teutonic myth. Hitler uses his fantasies to inspire his followers, but for Schmidt it is not fantasy. For him, it is real. He has become convinced that there is a great power in the earth, left there by the Gods, waiting to be seized by a superior man. So, when he hears about my formula and what it can do, he cannot resist."

Gwendolyn did nothing but gulped hard.

"Schmidt must become that superior man." He finished.

Steve asked, "Did it make him stronger?"

"Yeah. But, there were other effects."

The other Rogers asked, "Like what?"

"The serum was not ready." He looked at Gwendolyn, then back to Steve. "But more important, the man. The serum amplifies everything that is inside. So, good becomes great. Bad becomes worse."

A look of realization dawned on Gwendolyn's face. "This is why he was chosen?" It turned more of a question rather than a statement.

"This is why you were chosen." He confirmed her statement. Both were now looking at Steve. "Because a strong man, who has known power all his life, will lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion." He nodded at him.

"Thanks. I think." Steve sounded unsure, but managed to give a smile.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise us one thing." He gestured for Steve to take the glass and bent down to pick up the wine bottle from earlier. "That you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier..." Dr. Erskine trailed off.

"But a good man." She finished for him and the siblings exchanged looks.

Dr. Erskine began to pour in a glass for Steve, and he raised his glass. "To the little guys." Steve smiled and clinked his glass with the doc's. Before he could take a sip though, Gwendolyn stopped him.

"No wait! Wait! Doc, he can't take fluids remember?" She reminded.

He realized what she was saying, "Oh yes! What am I doing? You have procedure tomorrow. No fluids. Thank you for reminding me that Miss Rogers." He took the glass from Steve's hand and gave it to her. Gwendolyn was about to take it when Steve raised his hand.

"You're still a minor remember?"

Gwendolyn frowned, "It's just a sip Steve."

"No."

"Please?"

He watched her whine and questioned in a teasing manner, "Do you really want me to tell Daniel that you're already drinking?" He smirked.

That shut her up. Then said after a few seconds- "You're no fair."

Steve ignored her, "All right. We'll drink it after." He told the doctor. He poured the contents of the glass on his.

"No. I don't have procedure tomorrow. Drink it after? I Drink it now." He drank the remaining fluid in one gulp, which earn him a laugh from Gwendolyn, and a grin from Steve. "So, I'll see you tomorrow Steven. Be ready, your sister will be there to assist you."

"Of course doc. Thanks." Steve replied, as he got up taking the bottle with him.

He looked at her, "You coming Miss Rogers?"

"You go ahead doctor. I'll just stay with my brother for awhile."

Dr. Erskine nodded, "Very well then. Sleep well you two." They watched him head out of the room. Once he was gone, Gwendolyn quickly lied down on top of the bunk. Steve stood up and arranged his things.

"Do you always sleep here?" She asked him.

He looked at her to answer, "Just this night why?"

"It's just too clean you know." She told him, "I expected it to be a little more.."

He cut her off- "What? Messy, unorganized, sloppy, and displeasing to the eye?"

"I was gonna say a little more crowded, but that works too." She said a little jokingly, which made Steve rolled his eyes.

When he was done fixing his things, he sat down on his bed. "The only reason I was separated was because of the procedure tomorrow."

She muttered, "Oh..." Then sat up, after a few seconds of silence, she asked him. "Are you scared?"

"Of tomorrow?"

She nodded.

"Being scared is an understatement. I'm terrified. But I guess, that's just a part of this program right?" He chuckled nervously.

Gwendolyn sighed deeply, "Look Steve, if you really don't want to do it. Just tell us okay? You know that I'm not comfortable with the idea with you going through this program. I know for a fact that you don't like needles and all that stuff, so if you really don't want to, just tell me okay?"

"Aww.. is my baby sister worried about her brother?" He pulled on her blonde curls.

She slapped his hand away. "You'll ruin my hair genius." She tried to look annoyed but ended up smiling anyway. "And yes, you know I'm always worried about you right? No matter how cheesy that sounds."

Steve couldn't help but sit beside his sister and locked her head with his arm. He ruffled her hair with his other hand, earning him a slap and protest from her. "Did I already told you how lucky I am to have a sister like you?"

"For only like a billion times." Her voice muffled. "And please get off of me Steve you smell like a wet dog." She said irritated while fixing her hair, as he released her from his grip.

"I just took a shower before you came in!" He smelled both of his armpits. "Maybe the smell came from you and was passed onto me."

She gasped, "Hey! I shower at least twice a day!"

"There's not much of a difference."

She stood up, and made the bed. "Whatever. I better be going already, they're probably waiting for me. Goodnight big brother." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight Lyn. Why, are you late for a date?"

She brushed off her skirt, "Who on earth would have a date at this time of the day?"

"You do?"

She laughed. "Very funny Steve. Try to sleep well and not snore."

She opened the door and was about to head outside when Steve replied back, "I never snore. You do that remember?"

"I do not-"

He cut her off with a grin, "Yeah, remember when Bucky decided to stay for the night and you-"

"Shut up Steve!"

He heard the slam of the door and had to clutch his stomach from laughing. He really is lucky to have a sister like Lyn.


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