So we're slowly getting to places outside of movies cutscenes.
I DON'T OWN CAPTAIN, AVENGERS OR OTHER CHARACTERS FROM MCU!
It's not how he imagined military career. He wanted to help people. Save lives. Being a soldier. But now he's sitting on a perhaps millionth blood collection. Laboratory mice, failed attempt, blood bank, it is him now. "Think you got enough?" He asked the young and undoubtedly innocent nurse with undeniable dose of sarcasm. He did not know why he said that. It wasn't her fault. She didn't choose it, she got it on order. Like everyone everything.
"Any hope of reproducing the program is locked in your genetic code." Peggy just repeating what everyone said him over and over again. Nothing new, just the same sentences from their script. A command. It's everywhere in the army same as this? "But without Dr. Erskine it would take years." And there it was. This sentence was not in their script. This was the sincerity and compassion. She told him the truth, none will be viewed on him differently than an experiment.
Great. Long years of donations and endless tests. It will be sooner end of the war than they end with him. Replicate for military purposes something that one man has created to protect weak. But he is gone. "He deserved more than this."
She has deployed its typical serene agent mask and hid behind writings in her hands before she answered. "If it could work only once, he'd be proud it was you." And then with one innocent look she smiled, as if she did not realize compliment just said. It was Peggy which he knew and admired from afar. This little reassurance that some things have not changed, only the smile of a beautiful brunette gave him courage for whatever comes. He was willing to fight. For his country, innocent people and for the dream of a certain deceased German scientist with a gold heart.
He followed Peggy narrow corridors with bare walls. She went before him, posture, head raised, he did not know how, but his eyes slid lower on her swaying hips. What was he doing? Where is he watching? He wasn't like other men to ogle her like that, right? Steve didn't recognize himself. He shook his head to answer, and forced himself to look up. Brown hair, now this will be the center of his attention. Straight shoulders, confident attitude, narrow waist, NO! Brown hair. Brown hair.
They entered a room full of scientists and futuristic-looking machine. Stark, Colonel Phillips and Senator Brant a lively discussion about Hydra. From what they said it was a Hydra, who killed Erskine. Hail Hydra, yes it said the dead men. But who exactly was it?
"Hydra is the nazi deep-science division. It's led by Johann Schmidt. But he has much bigger ambitions." Peggy put to their conversation. Senator, as a true gentleman, took his hat, perhaps in the hope enchantment of English brunette. Steve would have laughed at his futile attempt to big gesture, but for Peggy it was no more than an insult. No, she doesn't desire of these gestures belonging to women. But everyone ignored her disgust view. And Steve too. Steve was able to concentrate solely on Hydra. He has forgotten her brown hair.
"Hydra si practically a cult. They worship Schmidt. They think he's invincible." Colonel continued.
"So, what are you doing to do about it?" Senator asked. Good question.
The colonel laughed. "I spoke to the President this morning. As of today, the SSR is being retasked." As he spoke, came directly to the confused agent Carter. "We are taking the fight to Hydra. Pack your bags, agent Carter." That was what Steve was waiting. Possibility to fight those who killed the man who gave him a chance and believed in him. Be able to take revenge. "You too Stark. We're flying to London." Now will come his name. Now the colonel will say him to come too. But as Colonel wordlessly turned to leave, Steve realized that he is not on his list.
So it then not. Steve will not let just push away. He did not pass anything so he just sat and watched how others struggle. "Sir? If you're going afte Schmidt, I wan in." I want revenge!
"You're an experiment. You're going to Alamogordo." Colonel Phillips said, as if it were obvious. But Steve didn't understand. He was no longer the little gaunt boy, whom Colonel hated so much.
"The serum workd." Steve reminded in the hope that it would persuade Colonel.
"I asked for an army and all I got was you." Retorted Colonel disappointed. "You are not enough." And there it was. That dreaded phrase. You are not enough. Steve had heard this sentence whole his life, and it seems even Erskin's serum hasn't changed that. Maybe now he was taller and stronger, but for the army he will be forever tiny boy from Brooklyn.
Senator Brant interrupted him from his gloomy thoughts, when he stood before him. "With all due respect to the colonel, I think we may be missing the point. I've seen you in action, Steve. More importantly, the country's seen it." Steve stared at him. "Paper." Told Senator to his aide. "The enlistment lines have been around the block since your picture hit the newsstands." Senator's aide opened the newspaper. On the front page boasted a giant headline NAZIS IN NEW YORK-MYSTERY MAN SAVES CHILD. Just below the headline was Steve's photo. He holding the taxi's door with a star in the middle and the inscription Lucky Star around her. "You don't take a soldier, a symbol like that, and hide him in a lab." Just a bit more and he will have Steve in his pocket. "Son, do you want to serve your country in the most important battlefield of the war?"
And here it was. The question to which Steve the whole time waiting. And there was only one answer. "Sir, that's all I want."
Senator smiled on Steve. He had him and he knew it. "Then congratulations. You just got promoted." Steve shook hands with him. He was in the army. "Now soldier, we will sign the contract and give you a rank." So close. Steve was so much close to fulfilling his dream that he ignoring Peggy's view. "Coincidentally we have one such agreement there. Mr. Sherman." Senator gestured to his aide and waited with outstretched hand, while Sherman search papers in a bulky briefcase.
After a few seconds with outstretched empty hand Senator lost his patience and angrily turned to Sherman. Peggy used it. She approached to Steve, grabbed him by the elbow and turned him to her. "Don't do it! You can't trust him, he will just use you." She whispered. Steve wasn't listening. Why should he? She was quiet when he was refused by Colonel Phillips, so she has no right to speak now.
He snapped out of her grasp. "This is my decision." He said and turning back to the Senator.
Peggy was angry. "Do what you think." She replied crisply sharp and stalked out of the room with Stark in her back. At that moment Senator turned even with a contract in hand.
"Here it is. Where's agent and Mr. Stark?" He asked. Agent? Only agent? As if he didn't remember her name. How dare he, treat her like that? Wait, but how act he himself? Steve had the sudden desire to turn to the exit and run to apologize her. "We have a contract for a captain is it alright with you? Just one signature here." Steve did not bother anything, just sign, shook hands with the senator again and almost ran out of the room only to find out that agent Carter is already gone.