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In this chapter we meet Steve. His back stories a lot different than in the comic/movie verse. So if there are any questions feel free to ask.
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Earlier that morning: John F. Kennedy International Airport
The airport was teeming with activity. People coming and going.
"Now Stevie. I know ever since you turned 18 you've been insistent that you can take care of yourself." A tall blonde woman wearing a military uniform lectured a boy who looked much like her. "But please let your Aunt do this. It would mean so much to her. You know it's been ages since you're father has contacted her." She continued.
That was true. His fathers whole family was military oriented. His Aunt Luna had decided that she did not want to go into the military. She wanted to be a teacher instead. Steve commended her making that decision. It did however have a cost. Her whole family cut her off. They refused to see her, to talk to her, refused to have anything to do with her.
"I don't know mom. I've adjusted pretty well to bouncing from place to place. I'm sure this'll be no different." Steve said stubbornly. He should be able to take care of himself very well. After all they had left him alone with just a nanny for 18 years.
"Oh, Stevie don't be like that." The woman said hugging him. "We love you very much, we wouldn't have left you alone if we didn't have to. Isn't that right…" She said looking up at a man who had joined them. He was wearing an identical uniform. "We've told you were sorry about this a million times Steve. We've both got duties to our Country." The man said patting Steve's shoulder. "I know that dad." Steve shook his fathers had away.
"Its just that…" Steve started but was interrupted by the intercom.
"Flight 815 to Afghanistan leaving now. Repeat flight 815 to Afghanistan leaving now." A sea of uniforms made its way to the terminal.
"We've got to go now son. Be a good boy for your Aunt." His father said while lifting his pack onto his back. "Yes Sir." Steve replied like the good little soldier he was expected to be "That's my boy!" Steve's father said shaking his hand. 'God' Steve thought. 'My own father and he can't even give me a hug.' "Stevie I've got all your school supplies ready back at the apartment. Don't forget class starts at 0800 hours. You're Aunt Luna is expecting you at her house after school gets out." His mom said hugging him.
'Military time typical. Way to sound normal mom' Steve thought. "I love you sweetie. I'll write you every chance I get." She said letting him go. "I love you too mom." Steve said as his parents walked away.
As he headed out of the airport he stopped and watched the seemingly endless sea of uniforms. A mostly well oiled machine. All walked the same, all looked the same. Even off duty you could tell these people lived and breathed for their jobs.
As both his parents were high ranking officers. Hell half his family were or had been high ranking officers. This was what was expected of him, to become part of the machine.
His parents had always just assumed that their little boy: their protégé. Would join the military just like them.
He had always been good. Always been polite and friendly, respectful and obedient. The one thing he hated, well one of the few things he hated. Was that his parents were never there.
When they were home it was only for brief periods of time, and they were almost never home at the same time. They had missed so much of his life.
They didn't know him, they knew a version of their son that they had fabricated.
To them he was a person who just couldn't wait to enlist into the military. A person who wanted to be just like them. All those missed birthdays and Christmases had been full of G.I Joes, tanks, play guns, toy soldiers, and every other kind of military toy possible.
And for his 18th birthday: a gun and an advanced enlistment slip. He had to sign up for the draft, it was against the law not to. And he would really rather stay out of jail. But that would be the only way he would ever join the military, if there was a need to draft. He saw what it had done to his parents.
No they didn't know him. He was interested in learning. And being as smart as he possibly could. He wanted to learn to be a better father to the children he would eventually have. His big dream was going onto college, not the military.
The only person who had ever really known him his parents sent away without so much as a thank you for raising their son for 18 years. But big boys didn't need nannies.
As he reached his car, on the lowest level of the parking deck he kicked the tire. He was tired of being their compliant, reliable son. Another thing he hated was that he was never asked about anything in his whole mess of a life.
He wasn't asked if he missed his parents or approved of tier careers. He wasn't asked what he liked. Instead they blindly believed that the only thing he was interested in was being like them.
He wasn't asked where he wanted to live. He was carted off wherever they needed to leave from. Wherever they wanted him to go he went, but not willingly. Steve had been to 36 different schools over the last 13 years. He never had time to make any real friends, and when he did he'd only end up leaving soon.
But that was all changing. He was 18 now. He was an adult. He didn't have to listen to them anymore. He didn't have to go wherever they wanted him to go. And with writing as their only communications it would be weeks before they found out he wasn't really staying with his Aunt. And even when they did they couldn't really do anything about it.
As Steve pulled out of the parking lot and on his way back to the apartment he silently cursed.
This was his life.
And he was never once asked what he wanted.