In the depths of the Fuhrerbunker, Steve Rogers woke with a painful start as someone injected something into his neck that immediately roused him from the depths of his drug-induced unconsciousness. His eyes shot open as his heart rate skyrocketed. His mouth went dry, and if he could've seen his eyes, he would have seen pupils as large as could be.
"How good of you to join me, Captain." A voice cut into his head. Steve's eyes immediately flicked to a man to his left. A man with a toothbrush mustache and slick black hair, combed over his forehead. It was Adolf Hitler.
Steve immediately lunged at the dictator, but found he could move mere millimeters. His arms and legs were shackled tightly to a wall. Nevertheless, he strained against them valiantly, but could not budge the metal cuffs.
"Do not vaste your precious strength on zose restraints, Herr Rogers." Hitler said, casually. "Zey are made from Adamantium. An extremely rare metal I found myself. Qvite useful for restraining superhuman strength, no?" He asked, rhetorically. "It is a shame I did not uncover more, but vat I have has been put to good use, I find."
"Why didn't you kill me?" Steve demanded. He knew there had to be a reason the dictator let him live. After knocking him out, he would've been as vulnerable as a newborn.
"Oh, captain. Vere's ze fun in zat? If I killed you after your heroic stand, it vould go down in legend!" The dictator exclaimed. "No, I vish to make a spectacle of zings zat ze vorld vill remember. After your little showings in Auschwitz und elsevere, I vant your defeat to crush ze spirit of ze allies und zose who believe in you!" Hitler clenched his gloved fist tightly in front of Steve's face.
"You're sick." Steve declared, his eyes shooting daggers at his captor.
"Many are." Hitler said with a shrug. "I tried to fix zat, by removing zose who vould not be vell from ze vorld."
Suddenly, horrible, it dawned on Steve what the dictator was talking about.
"How the hell could you kill all those people?" Steve demanded in a loud, growling whisper.
Hitler laughed. "You give zem too much credit, captain!" He exclaimed. "I am not killing zem, merely allowing zem to pay zeir debts to a society zey have leached from for as long as zey haff lived. If zey die in ze process, it is only just retribution for vat zey haff done for countless generations!"
Steve was absolutely appalled by the inhumanity of the statement. "Even if that were true, how can you blame someone for something their ancestors might have done? For something they might never do?"
Hitler gave him a smug, dismissive look, and waved off the question. "I care not if zey haff done zo in ze past. Za risk zat zey vill do zo in ze future is too high. All I do, I do for ze sake of ze German people, und ze vorld, und ze risk to ze vorld is too high."
Steve's dry mouth went dryer, and he couldn't find any words to respond with, he was absolutely livid. He shook his head to clear it, and suddenly, the words came to him. "I don't even know what to say to that. That's, absurd, inane, and antithetical to humanity. You're insane."
The dictator's mouth spread wide in a wicked grin. "Und you are stalling, captain. You sink zat by appealing to my natural desire to talk, zat you vill buy time for a rescue, yes?"
Lucky guess . Steve thought. He said nothing.
"Ve both know ze Soviets vill never break through my defenses, und ze chances of your friends marching all ze vay across no-man's land, through ze mightiest fortifications ze vorld has to offer before ve kill you are slim to none. Zo, as I see you cannot be convinced to ally vith me, you haff only von vay to end zis." Hitler dashed up a ramp behind him, as a large machine ascended from the floor.
The dictator made a flamboyant gesture to the machine. "Von on von, American muscle against ze beauty of German engineering!" He exclaimed as he pumped one fist into the air.
Steve's vision was still blurry, but he could make out one word on the side of the machine behind the dictator. Metallgetriebe.
"Metal Gear?" He asked incredulously.
Hitler shot him a wicked grin. "You know German, captain! It is qvite ze shame ve could not be friends!"
Steve looked the man right in the eyes. "You wouldn't take me anyways. I'm pretty sure I've got Jewish ancestors." Steve didn't know that for sure, but he wanted to make the dictator angry.
Hitler bounded down the ramp to whisper in Steve's ear. "Zo do I." He said with an evil chuckle.
Steve's face was awash in confusion. How could that possibly be? How could someone be that evil?
"Zat's vy I wrote ze laws about ze Jews to exclude myself." Hitler whispered, barely holding back an evil laugh. "I vanted zem to suffer many times vat I did after Germany lost ze last var."
Steve couldn't tell if the dictator was lying or not. He just stared at the man in disgust.