Just another note on canon for those who are interested (I promise this is the last one): Everything I haven't mentioned doesn't conflict with canon. It's not directly implied by it, but it doesn't say it couldn't have happened.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel *sigh* or any of it's canonical characters, only my own OCs.

Chapter Three:

August 1, 1953

1 day after second radiation exposure.

"How you feeling? We took you off morphine last night," Chris asked.

"Much better, thanks to you and Howard."

"My pleasure. Are you sure you're ready for testing today?"

"No, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Alright then. Rachel, please escort Phil to the testing facility. I'll meet you there in a half hour."

The building they went to actually looked like something. Apparently S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't a secret like the re-creation of the super-serum was.

Rachel dropped him off at the entrance and drove off, living Phil standing on the curb, staring at the large building in front of him, made mostly of large sheets of glass. He headed toward the front doors.

As soon as he was inside, the receptionist called over to him.

"Phil Coulson, right?" She asked as he approached.

"Yeah, I'm here on Dr. Stan's orders."

"Agent Carter is waiting for you in her office."

Her office was just around the corner on the main floor. Phil found it without difficulty. As soon as he entered the room, realization took over.

Oh, Agent Carter, as in Peggy Carter, Captain America's former girlfriend and major ally.

"Good morning, Mr. Coulson. Won't you have a seat?"

Phil took the seat he was offered in front of Peggy's desk without hesitation.

"We just have a few documents and things to go over before we can officially recruit you."

What?, Phil thought. Oh yeah, I'm joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Once we finish here I'll send you to work with Dr. Stan and Mr. Stark."

Phil couldn't believe it. He was officially a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.. He couldn't help but grin as he left Peggy's office.

Chris and Howard were in the training facility, just as he was told.

"Ok, we're going to start off with the basic things. Have you ever lifted weights before?"

"I did for about two months once but I didn't get very far."

"Well, let's try it, shall we?"

"Sure."

After he lifted weights (he was much better than before), he ran on the treadmill for what seemed like hours, without breaking a sweat. He did strength training, which turned out to be completely unnecessary, more cardio, which he did great at, and then did tests created by Dr. Stan to fully measure his physical status. They reached the expected conclusion: he was muscular, significantly stronger than before, and in way better shape.

"Ok, now we move on to the fun stuff."

Phil reluctantly nodded his head.

"Sit here, please. We're going to measure your flexibility."

After flexibility came agility. After that they asked him to do seemingly useless exercises, which turned out to be a test for resilience and also to see if he displayed any 'superhuman abilities'. Essentially, they wanted to know if the had created a man who could turn into a superhero or supervillain, or just a strong soldier.

Phil, Chris, and Howard spent nine hours in the training center. By the end, Phil was exhausted. Afterward, they went back to the hospital-like underground facility. Apparently there was currently nowhere else to go. S.H.I.E.L.D. would issue him a place to stay as soon as everything had been scanned in and insured for accuracy.

For now, though, the Second Soldier would live underground.

August 24, 1953

23 days after becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. Member.

18 days after officially being named a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

10 days until relocation.

Phil was a nervous wreck. He had just received his first assignment, and was leaving in ten days for New York. It wasn't that he wasn't confident in his abilities: he knew what he could do was far beyond an average soldier, but he was afraid he would get caught, or that his name would be known.

After his predicted lifespan had been confirmed by medical examinations and lab tests, S.H.I.E.L.D. had decided to relocate him and his mother to New York, where the two would be put in hiding (well, Phil would be on missions, but using an alternate identity.) until Phil was old enough for his life to be thought reasonable. At this point, Phil would be essentially given a new life b the government, with a new birthday in 1964, and a father who didn't serve in WWII. Phil protested at first, but knew there wasn't a better way that he could think of to protect his mother, and keep Dr. Stan's research a secret.

Phil currently lay in bed, woken at three in the morning by the endless ball of nerves that twisted in his gut. He stared at the ceiling and tried to imagine life in New York under a new identity. He tried to imagine reliving what he thought to be already in the past. He tried to imagine pretending he was thirty ears younger, or living a life over one and a half times longer than the average person. But he couldn't. The thought was too far out there. His brain still told him it was impossible, even though he and his lab tests were roof that it was.

He never thought having Captain America as his major role model and hero would lead to this.

But it had…

And he had to learn to live with it.

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