I DON'T OWN CAPTAIN, AVENGERS OR OTHER CHARACTERS FROM MCU!
Pain. That was all he could think about. All he felt. He barely heard rumors from outside, female screams to shut down that infernal machine. He was dimly aware of his own cries No! Don't! But it happened. And when the pain and the sharp light burning in eyes passed and the cramped capsule's door suddenly opened, world was different. "How do you feel?" What has changed? Everything was smaller. It took him a moment to realize why. But when ringing in his ears stopped, throbbing pain in his temples subsided a bit and his eyes focused on the young brunette stand embarrassed in front of him, to which suddenly he looked down not up, he saw that the world is still the same. That's he, Steve Rogers was bigger. Bigger than he used to, bigger than most men, more than he ever dreamed he would be. And muscular. He wondered how many hours to practice person would have to gain a muscle. His calculations resulted in a lot several grueling months.
"Taller." he said. He didn't know who was asking him. He kept looking around the room and the people. He saw everything from a different perspective. His blue eyes went back to beautiful brunette. He ignoring what is happening around, enthusiastic scientists, stunned audience, suspiciously quiet man with a cigarette lighter, noting only distracted Agent. Deafening blast brought him back to reality. It was a reflex. He suddenly grabbed petite brunette around the waist and covered her with his bulky body. Glass shattered around, screams were heard from all sides, but he heard only two shots. The world slowed. Steve waded among the people and trying to determine who is wounded. He prayed that it was not a familiar face. He prayed in vain. Dr Erskine. He lay on the ground, gasping painfully. He tried to say something but he couldn't. With his last strength Erskine tapped on Steve's chest. Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will who you are. Not a perfect soldier, but a good men. And now it finally occurred to Steve. He knew it. Dr Erskine knew he was going to die today, that the Germans were aware of his attempt to complete the experiment and use it against them. So they get rid of him. He knew that they will kill him, and yet he continued. To help. Steve got angry.
Without thinking, he ran up the stairs go throw the room and went straight to the killer. He passed through the body of men, but also the old lady who just a moment ago stood at the cash register. He ran into the street and witnessed how the yellow taxi heading straight for shooting agent. He already had a vision of her bloody body in Brooklin's street. No. She's not going to die today. Instinct won again and Steve pulled the woman aside. But instead of thanks came just angry "I had him."
Steve shook his head over her conduct. Self-sufficient and proud to even. There was no point in arguing. "Sorry." Yes, it might calm her anger. He has no time on more, he had to catch a killer. He ran for speeding car. No pain, no choking, no asthma. He added his speed. He didn't know why he do it. He couldn't catch the car. Or could he? How is it that the car doesn't distance? But even come close. But this is his city. He know every nook and every shortcut. He ran into the narrow alley between houses still watching for car if he's running in the same direction. He ran. He ran back into the main street and immediately check if the car is still in its sight. He's not paying attention and suddenly his world rolled and he looked up at the ceiling of one's building. He looked around. Salon. He ran into a shop window. He should apologize, give them the name, address and pays damages. He doesn't have time. He catches the killer. He ran out of the broken shop window into the street, throw from his path last dummy which still standing. "I'm sorry." He will come back and make settle up it.
Fence. Hewill jump on it and climb over him. He jumped, but not at fence, jumped over him and ran straight to the car. How is it possible? He doesn't have time, he must keep running. He saw exempted yellow taxi between gray and black cars. But cars stood in his way. He jumped on one, he doesn't know where this idea took, and jumping from car to car until he come on to the roof of yellow taxi. The car began to weave in and he could barely stick on. But he made it. The driver lost patience and started shooting. He tried to shoot his pursuer so fiercely that it was not paying attention and crashed. Steve fell from the roof of the car which began to rolled on the road until he was back on wheels. The driver immediately stumbled outside and fired. Curious onlookers scattered in all directions. Steve grabbed the first thing he could stop bullets, the door of the yellow taxi that fell in the accident. He was with the letters Lucky star, how ironic.
Driver/killer was going to do anything to escape. He kidnap the child and use him as a shield. "Get back!" He shouted at Steve and fired. He passed. Steve tried to approach, but the killer fired again and disappeared around the next corner. Steve left behind a weeping mother which calling his son's name and ran to the corner to murderer. Steve peering and waited for the next step of the killer. But he pointed the gun to the red hair boy. The soldier would have taken into account the loss of one's life. Not a perfect soldier, but a good men. A good men doesn't allow this. He walked out with his hands up and looked straight into the gun barrel. Yes, it rather him than the boy. Killer snap the tap, but no bullet came out. The container was empty. But the killer grabbed the boy and threw him over the edge into the water. Perfect soldier will go after murderer. Good man no. He will help to drowning boys. But to his surprise the boy was above the water and with mocking: "Go get him. I can swim." Swam to a nearby ladder. Steve did not hesitate and ran.
He ran around the edge and saw the strangest thing in the water. Submarine? But what was it doing here? It's too narrow there. Steve jumped into the water and swam toward the submarine. Why? What was the likelihood that catches submarine. The same as catches a car? Smaller? But the submarine approached. He's out of breath. He grabbed the submarine and all his strength hit the glass. He broke it and the water rushed in. Steve pulled the man out and threw him out on the concrete. But he climbed the stairs. The killer tried to stab Steve dodged and kicked him. And sometime during that hit, something fell and shattered on the ground. Steve angrily grabbed the killer by the collar. He wanted to know so many things. But he just said, "Who the hell are you?"
The man laughed. "The first of many. Cut off one head ..." he loosened artificial teeth with his tongue and bit it. "Two more shall take its place." Steve didn't understand. He wanted to ask more. What is he talking about and what is it with cutting head? Was he crazy? Men, however, at the mouth appeared foam and he said "Hail Hydra" Then the man died in convulsions.
Steve left the man and stepped back. Adrenalin get down and he began to realize what had just happened. He ran in same speed as car without chest pain. He ran through a shop window, unscathed by the glass. He jumped over the fence, which measured at least three meters, without the bridge. Swam in same speed as submarine and smashed reinforced glass, without broke joints. Finally, he found the strength to throw the man out of the water. Erskin's serum changed him more than he thought. He looked at his hands, his newfound muscles and he wondering if he's still a human.