Belfast, SHIELD headquarters – June 23, 1909

The woman stopped in front of the last door of the hallway before knocking on the wooden surface. "Mr. Coulson?" she asked, opening it "Mr. Erskine is here, sir"

Coulson lifted his gaze from the newspaper he was reading to look at his personal secretary and at the man behind her. "Thank you, Miss Hill. Uh, since you're here-" Coulson took a folder with some documents in it "-give this to Mr. Stark, please. It's very important"

"Of course. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" she asked after taking the folder.

"No, thank you. You can go now"

Hill left the room, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile Coulson put the newspaper on the side of his desk before pointing to one of the two chairs in front of him. "Have a sit"

Erskine sat down. "You asked to see me?"

"Yes. I've heard you hired two men with no experience a couple of weeks ago. Two Americans nothing less"

"I did yes" Erskine confirmed.

"And why did you do that?" Coulson asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You need workers" Erskine replied simply.

"Indeed I do. But I need 2000 workers, at least. Two young men are not enough"

"Two young men are better than no man"

"Two men working at a shipyard with no real experience can be very dangerous" Coulson then got up and turned his back to Erskine to look at the big window that faced the site where Titanic would be put together. "We are already late with the construction because of the lack of workers and because of the last minute changes Mr. Pierce requested" he then turned around to look at Erskine "And the last thing we need is some kind of accident caused by two unexperienced, reckless workers. Not to mention that, from what I've heard, the blonde kid struggles to even lift a rivet"

"I think that's a bit exaggerated" Erskine calmly replied.

"Perhaps. Doesn't change the fact that he is not suited from this job at all"

"They may be without experience, but that doesn't make them reckless. In fact, from what I've seen so far, they're learning fast and they're doing their job wonderfully. Despite being so little, Mr. Rogers has a lot of willpower. And he is a hard worker. They both are"

Coulson signed. "I'm not saying you did the wrong thing when you hired them. I just do not understand why you cared. Why did you care about two Americans looking for a job?"

"You know the answer"

Coulson raised an eyebrow. "Which is…?"

Erskine signed, like he was trying to make a child understand that 2+2 equals 4. "They are a clear choice. Not only because they are young and willing to work hard, but because of their nationality. You need workers, right? But the truth is you won't find them because those who could do this kind of job have left this country for the United States, where they think they can get a better living. Millions of people left Europe to make their own American dream come true. Thousands of people left Ireland, left this city, for the same reason. But the truth is, the American economy cannot guarantee that hope to both migrants and its own citizens. No economy could"

Coulson listened quietly.

"I'm convinced that over there, there are thousands of Americans who are unable to get a job. You want workers? Show those hopeless Americans that here, in this country, in this city, two of their fellow citizens managed to get a job, a pay, a roof over their head. If they see some of their fellow citizens found their American dream here, they might follow their example"

Coulson sat back behind his desk, crossing his fingers over the surface. "You want me to use them as… testimonials?"

Erskine shrugged. "Why not? Sometimes we have to change our strategies if we want things to go our way"


Belfast, Titanic slipway – June 27, 1909

"God, my back" Sam groaned, sitting down next to Steve. "I can't wait to get home"

"Tired already?" Steve joked. "Didn't know you were so delicate"

"Will you shut up already?! God, why do you have to tease me all the damn time?"

"Because it's fun"

"No, it is not! And anyway you should speak for yourself right now"

"Me? I could do this all day"

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that. You look like you're going to break in half"

Steve chuckled because that was totally true. Apparently his physique wasn't exactly suited for that kind of job. After working at the shipyard for merely 20 days, Steve's body felt like it had been working there for 20 months. He felt pain on every part of his body. Even when he laid in bed at night his muscles (the few he actually had) hurt like they were on fire. Moreover, many of his co-workers made fun of him for being small and fragile. Some of them had even made a bet on how long it would take for him to get killed by a steel plate or something like that. When Sam had learned about that, he almost started a fight with a group of at least a dozen men and only Steve's persuasion stopped his best friend from getting seriously hurt.

Steve didn't care what others thought of him, anyway. He never cared. He knew he was smaller and skinnier and physically weaker than most men of his age. It was a fact. But that never stopped him from working hard to reach his goals. And even when he failed to do that, he was always happy with himself because he knew he did everything he could to reach his goals.

"God, I'm so hungry I could eat those damn rivets"

"Me too, pal" Steve removed the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. "Thankfully our work for today's done"

"Wilson! Rogers!"

Sam lowered his head and signed deeply. "You had to speak. Again"

Together they watched as their supervisor walked toward them. "Put some water on your dirty faces and try to look presentable. Mr. Coulson wants to see you"

They followed the man inside SHIELD headquarters. They had never met Coulson before, and they had no idea why he wanted to talk to them. Well, generally by the standards of their previous experiences when a boss had demanded to talk to one of them was only to say "You're fired!". But Steve couldn't imagine why Coulson would want to fire them. And, if that were the case, Steve knew that for the first time he would be actually disappointed. Even though the job they were doing was really hard, he kind of liked it. It gave them chances no other job had ever given them.

They stopped in front of Coulson's secretary's desk, just next to Coulson's office door. "I have Rogers and Wilson for Mr. Coulson"

Maria Hill lifted her gaze from the typewriter. "Yes, he's been waiting for you" she then stood up and knocked a couple of times on the wooden door before opening it. "Mr. Coulson, sir, they are here"

"Let them in" Coulson's voice answered from inside the office.

Hill stepped aside and gestured to Sam and Steve to walk in. "Mr. Coulson, sir" Steve said, trying to look professional and make a good impression. Only when he came in he realized there was another familiar person sitting on a chair on the left side of the room. "Mr. Erskine!

"Well, this doesn't look good" Sam mumbled.

"What is going on?" Steve asked, frowning. "Did we do something wrong? Are we fired?"

"Oh no, Steven" Erskine answered, looking kind of happy. "The opposite, actually. Mr. Coulson and I would like to discuss with you two about a little, what's the word, adjustment to your regular duties"

Steve and Sam glanced at each other with a worried look.


"I don't think I understand what you're saying, sir" Sam eventually admitted, looking at Coulson with a frown.

"I think he's asking us to be… what was it, again?" Steve asked.

"Testimonials, Mr. Rogers. Symbols, if you prefer. And yes, that is my request for you two. Our objective-" Coulson explained "-is to convince men, American men in this case, to come and work here at SHIELD. Titanic must be complete on time, but right now we don't have enough workers to do that. Since you two come from the United States, Mr. Erskine here believes it would be easier for us to recruit workers from your country if Americans see that a couple of their fellow citizens found a better living here"

Thankfully Sam had the willpower, for once, to stop himself from saying what he was thinking about Coulson's idea of a better living.

"Okay… and what are we supposed to do, exactly?" Steve asked.

Coulson rose up from his chair behind the desk. "From what Mr. Erskine told me-" he started walking with his hands behind his back "-you two learned that we were looking for workers from a newspaper, correct?"

"Yes, sir. We read an article about Titanic in May, I believe. In the article a man who works here declared workers were needed here at SHIELD. He is a naval architect. Stark, that's his name I think"

Coulson nodded. "Howard Stark, yes. He is the naval architect who designed Titanic". Coulson then looked at Erskine. "I can organize a meeting with a journalist I know. She is supposed to write an article about Titanic's construction progresses next week" he then looked at Sam and Steve "I'll tell her to add a section for an interview with you two. You could tell her how thankful you are to have this job and how important it is for you to be a part of this project"

Steve recognized an order when he heard one, so he simply nodded. "I understand sir"

"You understand what I'm saying?" Coulson asked. "During the interview you must say everything Americans like yourself would like to hear to leave their country and come work here, just like you did. You must persuade those hopeless Americans that they can build a life here. You must persuade them to follow you"

Steve simply nodded again. "We'll do our best, sir"


"I honestly don't understand who the fuck would leave our country over a job offer written on newspapers"

Steve chuckled. "That worked for us"

"Yeah" Sam turned around on his bed to look at Steve's form in the shadows "Because we had nothing to lose"

"You know our country's full of people like us" Steve signed deeply. "People with nothing to lose. I think Mr. Erskine is right. I think someone is going to follow our example. Thousands of people are leaving Europe each day to get a better living in the US. Why can't it be the other way around?" from the way he was talking, Sam knew Steve was grinning like an idiot. "Can you believe it, Sam? Mr. Coulson himself asked us to help him. We're going to be interviewed for God's sake! You and I! That's so sick man!"

Sam groaned. "You know? Sometimes I really wonder how the hell you manage to be so positive and happy"

Steve's smile softened. "I believe it's just the way my mind works. Happiness can come from little things. You just need to learn to appreciate them. I guess I just do that. You should try, you know? I bet you'd be far less grumpy"

"Yeah yeah, I'll be sure to do that" Sam replied just because he didn't have the energy nor the will to start a debate about the bright side of life. "Now shut up and go to sleep"

Steve chuckled. "Alright. Good night Sam, love you"

"Good night, pal" Sam replied after some time "Love you too"


Belfast, SHIELD drafting department – July 2, 1909

Some days later they met with journalist Christine Everhart, who was currently preparing the article about Titanic that would come out the following week on two major newspapers, one British and one American. They were both owned by Thaddeus Ross, who wanted to spread as much news as possible about the new, huge ship he financed. He wanted as many people as possible to be fascinated by it. He wanted people craving to board it one day. Christine had already finished most of her article, the only missing part was an interview with the two SHIELD shipyard workers.

"So we, uh, we came here because, well, we needed a job" Sam was explaining.

Christine wrote down some notes on her notebook. "So it would be safe to say you made a bet with fate"

"I, well… I guess we kind of did that yes" Steve admitted. "But it worked out, didn't it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Christine asked. "Could you explain why Americans men should come all the way here to do this job?"

"Well…" Steve swallowed. The whole interview thing turned out to be harder than he thought.

They were currently in the drafting department big room, where the architects worked on the ships' designs. Joining Steve, Sam and Christine where Erskine, who wanted to listen to the interview with his own ears, and Howard Stark, who had previously answered some of Christine's questions about Titanic. Judging by both their expressions, they didn't seem convinced about the answers Sam and Steve had been giving so far.

"I don't think this is working" Stark whispered to Erskine's ear.

"No, it is not" Erskine admitted. What they needed were firm, confident answers that could convince Americans men to come working at SHIELD. But they were only getting mumbled, shy, pretty awkward answers from two young men who sounded like they were questioning their own decision instead of persuading potential readers to follow their example. "Time for a break"

"Mr. Coulson says SHIELD is looking for workers" Christine said "Do you think this job represents a good opportunity for young Americans like yourself?"

"I think that for me, I mean for us uh... yeah, it's a good opportunity and-"

"Miss Everhart?" Erskine asked, interrupting Steve's awkward answer. "Do you mind if we take a quick break? I need to talk to Mr. Wilson and Mr. Rogers. In the meantime, I'm sure Mr. Stark would be more than happy to give you some more details about Titanic"

Stark stepped forward. "Indeed. Come with me my dear, I'll show you some drawings of the ship's interiors"

Christine followed Stark to one of the tables on the other side of the room where they kept the drawings and projects of Titanic's interiors. Erskine wanted to use that time to give Sam and Steve some advices, but apparently Sam wasn't going to listen.

"This is bullshit!" he protested, luckily not loudly enough to be heard by Christine. "She treats us like we're some dumb-ass dudes who decided to leave their country just for fun!"

"Sam" Steve said.

"It's not like we had some kind of choice! It was coming here, hoping to get the Goddamn job, or keep living under bridges!"

"I know that" Erskine replied calmly. "Why didn't you just tell her that, then?"

"Because, well…" Sam groaned. "I didn't think about it, okay? And anyway I can't talk to her like that! She's Mr. Coulson's friend! I'd probably get fired"

"Well, I'm the man who hired you and technically I'm also your superior. But apparently you don't have any problems talking to me like that" Steve tried, and failed, to suppress a laugh while Sam tried to think about what to say to justify himself. "Don't worry, I was teasing you" Erskine said with an amused smile. "I actually like some blunt honesty. But you need to be more careful, Samuel. Your honest opinions, even if right, might cause you some problems with certain people"

"Yeah, I've already experienced that" Sam admitted quietly. "I guess my tongue moves before my brain does" he paused for a moment. "Mr. Erskine, I don't think I'm really suited for this task. I honestly don't know what could I possibly say to convince people to come here, just like Steve and I did. Actually, it was because of Steve that we are both here" Sam then looked at Steve with a fond smile. "If it wasn't for him and his stubbornness, I would have never left the US. And now I'd probably still living under a bridge or something" Sam put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "If there's someone good at motivating people, that's Steve. He'd make a much better testimonial than me"

Erskine nodded. "I understand. Steven? Do you think you can do this on your own?"

"I-I mean… by the way, thank you for your compliments Sam. You should tell people how great I am more often" Sam just rolled his eyes. "But, Mr. Erskine, I don't really know what to say. I'm supposed to say stuff to convince people to come at SHIELD, but I guess I haven't been really good so far, have I?"

"That's because you're thinking too much. And you act like you're just having a conversation with a journalist"

"But" Steve looked at Erskine with a confused expression. "She is a journalist"

"Yes, but what we're trying to do here is to convince people on the other side of the Ocean to come working here. Those people are your real audience, not Miss Everhart. Remember that what you say doesn't really matter to her. But it might matter to some Americans who are in desperate need of a job. So when you talk, think about them and about what you would tell them if they were here with you. And most importantly-" Erskine put his index on Steve's chest "-speak from your heart. Don't think too much about what to say. Just say it"

Steve was silent for some time. Eventually he just looked directly at Erskine's eyes and nodded. Erskine smiled and then he told Christine they could get back to work. Erskine also told her she had to mention only Steve's words on her article. She didn't object and resumed her conversation with Steve. Sam joined Erskine and Stark on the side of the room and together they watched and most importantly they listened to what Steve was going to say.


"It's…" Coulson tried to find the right words as he read a draft of Christine's article. Steve and Sam were back in Coulson's office, joined by Erskine and Stark as well.

"Very persuading" Erskine eventually commented.

"I don't know if I'd use that word"

"You have to admit though-" Stark intervened "-that the kid's pretty good at that"

"He sounds more like a politician than a shipyard worker" Steve didn't know if Coulson's comment was meant to be positive or not. "But I admit it's a good speech. However, I don't like this part where he says this is a hard job" Coulson put the paper on his desk. "It could scare potential candidates. Not to mention the part about the pay. Honestly, I'm not convinced"

"With all due respect, sir" Steve began. "I think being honest is the best policy in this case. This is a hard job. We all know it. People must know that should they decide to come here, to work here, they're not going to sell books. They're going to build the biggest ship ever made, which is going to be hard. But they'll also realize that this job can give opportunities too, just like it did to me"

"One way or another you need more men, Phil" Erskine pointed out. "Let's publish this article and see what response we get"

Coulson lowered his gaze, staring intently at the draft. "I'll be honest with you all" he eventually said. "I don't think this is going to work. But regardless of what I think, the reality is that we desperately need more workers, or Titanic won't be complete on schedule. And if this might give us a chance, I'm going to take it"

July 6, 1909

CONSTRUCTION OF THE HUGE SHIP PROCEEDS

By Christine Everhart

It has been a little more than two months since SHIELD shipyard began the construction of MARVEL LINE's new ocean liner "Titanic". I personally visited the shipyard on July 2 on invitation of Mr. Philip Coulson, SHIELD's CEO, and I can assure you: everything about Titanic is grand. Even the slipway that hosts the ship.

«We had to demolish three slipways and build a new one, the largest ever built, to accommodate the ship. We can say that in order to build the future, we had to destroy the past» Mr. Coulson explains me, while we both look at the ship under construction. «Titanic will be the ancestor of a new class of ocean liners. Bigger. More luxurious. Safer».

The grandiosity of the construction site itself, with its enormous gantry that acts as overhead cranes for the building of the ship, represents another proof of how massive Titanic is going to be. But size and safety are not MARVEL LINE's only concerns. Shipbuilders and designers are already working on the ship's interiors, the likes of which the world has never seen.

«The passengers facilities aboard Titanic will meet the highest standard of luxury» Mr. Howard Stark, the Drafting Department Director, tells me. «The ship will be able to host approximately 2.400 passengers and 900 crew members. For the First Class cabins and public rooms, the variety of styles will range from Renaissance to Louis XV. However, we plan to decorate each First Class suite in different styles, so passengers can experience the world's beauties during their voyage. But we also want to guarantee to Second and Third Class passengers the best standards of comfort and luxury. Titanic's Third Class, for example, will be far more comfortable than any other ship. Many ships of our time let hundreds of passengers confined in open dormitories, generally without adequate food or toilet facilities. With Titanic this will radically change. There will only be private cabins, with room from 2 to 10 passengers, as well as a dining room and public gathering areas».

Mr. Stark then proceeds to show me some First Class interior drawings made by the designers. I can already tell all the interiors will be stunning. Especially the First Class grand staircase, described by Mr. Stark as «Titanic's most distinctive feature», which will be built in oak and decorations of iron and bronze, with a big dome that will allow natural light to come in. However, we cannot forget that this mighty project requires a great deal of men. SHIELD is going through some difficulties on this matter, as the shipyard is facing a lack of workers that could potentially delay the launch.

«We will complete the construction on time» Mr. Coulson assures. «Many people who could have done this job have left the country for the United States. Mass migrations from the Old World to the New are the reality of our time. But we trust we will be able to find all the workers we need, perhaps people from the Unites States themselves. Two Americans who did not have perspectives in their homeland, got a job here at SCHIELD, and I am convinced many more will come in the next few months. I would like to point out that here, at SHIELD, there are many positions open. We are the world's biggest shipyard, work here will never cease. So I tell to everyone who is currently looking for a job, a stable one, to come here».

I decide to talk to one of these Americans Mr. Coulson has told me about. His name is Steven Rogers, he is a young man from Brooklyn who decided to leave the United States to come at SHIELD. A fascinating, and unusual, decision.

«You will admit, Mr. Rogers, that what you did was quite brave. You left your country, your homeland, for the unknown».

Mr. Rogers takes one moment to answer.

«I guess when you have nothing, you got nothing to lose» he tells me, sounding both sad and confident about his statement. «And unfortunately, that was my situation back in my homeland. No job. No money. No future. So when me and my friend Sam learned that SHIELD was offering jobs, we decided to come here. Even though that meant leaving our country».

I then ask him if he ever thought, during the trip to Ireland, that maybe he was making a mistake. After all, there were no guarantees he and his friend would get the job.

«That is true, I cannot lie. However, we did know SHIELD needed workers and we decided to give it a chance. And it worked. Everything I didn't have back home, a job, a pay, a roof over my head, I found it here. And I know that back home there are many men who are in the same situation I was in. Many people believe in America everyone manages to realize their American dream, but that is far from true. So I say to those men: maybe you can build a new dream in a new land».

I tell him Mr. Coulson hinted to me that he is looking to the Unites States to find the workers he needs, since many Irish people have left the country. So I ask Mr. Rogers what he would like to say to his fellow American citizens about his experience.

«Look» Mr. Rogers turns immediately more serious, for this is in fact a serious matter. «I'll be honest with you. It's not easy to leave your country. Your home. For people like me, homeland is the only land we have ever walked on. But life is too short and too precious to waste it trying to obtain something your own homeland will never give you. So you must take a decision. You must choose between living a tough life with zero opportunities; or living a tough life, because for certain people life is always tough no matter where you are, with some opportunities that in the long run could actually make your life better».

Mr. Rogers is silent for a moment. I do not interrupt him, because I know he has other things to say.

«This is a hard job» he eventually says. «We deal all day with heavy iron plates, burning rivets, smoke and all kind of things you find at a shipyard. Plus, the pay could be better. But it's still something. Before coming here, both me and Sam used to sleep under bridges. The few money we made from time-to-time jobs was never enough to eat three times a day. Yeah, with this job I'll never become a millionaire. I'll never live in a big home with nice furniture and all that nice stuff» Mr. Rogers then gives me a smile «So I guess I'll just live in a small, simple, probably creaking house. Which is far more than what I could have gotten in my own country. An maybe, one day, this job will allow me to raise a family. Many of my co-workers here have children and trust me, they might not go to private schools or wear the nicest clothes. But all the children I've seen so far seem healthy and most importantly they seem happy. Happiness can come from little things. You just need to learn to appreciate them. Personally I don't look at everything I do not have. I look at everything I gained since I came here. Maybe, for some people, it isn't much. But not for me. I gave it a shot. And I would do it again»

"Damn" Sam commented once he finished reading. "You do sound like a politician"

Steve rolled his eyes for what he felt was the tenth time. "I do not"

"That was pretty good though" Sam folded the newspaper over their kitchen table. "I mean, I think nobody will buy this bullshit and actually come here. But at least you made Coulson happy"

"For both of our sake you better hope someone will actually buy this bullshit, as you call it, or else I think Coulson will be anything but happy"

Even though Steve was sure some people would come to SHIELD, he was also nervous of the possible outcomes if their plain would fail. After all, a couple of men more wouldn't be enough. SHIELD needed hundreds of men, if the shipyard wanted to complete Titanic on schedule. What if not enough men would come? What if no man would come at all? Was Sam and Steve's decision to come there completely crazy? Would other Americans follow their example?

With all these questions running through his head, it was no wonder Steve couldn't sleep at night during the following days.


Belfast, Titanic slipway – July 27, 1909

"Hey Rogers! Guess your American fellows ain't buying your little motivational speech, uh?"

Neil, one of the many men working at the shipyard, laughed with his friends while not too far away Steve tried to ignore them. He was currently holding a hot rivet in position while Sam pushed it in between the steel plates with continuous hammering. Steve had gotten kind of used about the teasing. His so called colleagues teased him about everything: his size, his physical appearance, his weak body. And now they were teasing him about the article and its apparent failure.

"It's been almost a month" Neil continued. "And yet, nobody has come so far. I thought Americans had no job, no pay and… what was the next one? Oh yes, no roof over your heads. Guess that ain't so true, is it? Why aren't they running here like you were hoping, uh kid?"

"Just ignore him" Sam mumbled, hitting the rivets louder to cover Neil's annoying voice.

"Perhaps they think only people who are really miserable work at a shipyard in fucking Ireland, right? I mean, like you said we don't send our children to private schools or dress them with nice clothes. Perhaps they don't like that perspective?"

When Sam finally pushed the rivet through the silver plates, Steve let it go to face Neil who had walked closer.

"Steve" Sam warned him.

"Look Neil, I didn't mean to be offensive"

"Of course not" Neil said with fake kindness. "Because you know we'd broke all your bones if we thought you wanted to offend us and our families. Right?"

"Hey" Sam stepped closer to Steve as a way to protect him. "He did nothing wrong. Just what Mr. Erskine and Mr. Coulson told him to do, yeah?"

"Yeah" Neil nodded. "He followed all their commands. We know Erskine personally hired you. To be his little personal whore, no doubt"

That made Sam lose his cool. "Hey!" he snapped, pushing Neil away. "Will you shut the fuck up already?!"

"Make me!" Neil yelled back, ready to fight.

"Oh my God that thing is gigantic!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone nearby, Sam and Steve included, stopped what they were doing and turned to the source of the voice. Four men were standing not too far away from them, with luggage all around them. The four men were all staring at Titanic's slipway with their mouths open and expressions of pure wonder.

"Uh, can we help you?" Sam eventually asked after an awkward silence.

"Hey. Hi there" the man who had spoken earlier said, in a very clear American accent. "Uh, this is SHIELD shipyard is it not?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the big letters written on the building at their side. It clearly said "SHIELD".

"Yep" Steve eventually answered, looking back at the unknown man thinking that maybe he wasn't 100% okay. "Judging by that building, this is indeed SHIELD shipyard"

"Right" the man awkwardly chuckled. "Uh, these are my friends Luis, Dave and Kurt" the man said, pointing to each of his friend. "And I'm Scott. Scott Lang. We are all here for the job"

For some time everyone remained silent. "I guess you read the article?" Steve eventually asked, wanting to know if their arrival was because of his words or because of a weird coincidence.

"We did yes" Scott confirmed.

"Okay then…" Steve said, not quite realizing that finally some people had shown up. "Okay, I'll take you four to Mr. Erskine who is in charge of-"

"Oh it's not just us"

Steve blinked. "Beg your pardon?"

"Yeah we left-" Scott turned around to point at some place behind his back "-about 60... no I think they're 70, right Luis? Yeah about 70 people on the deck uh… you can't see it from here. It's behind that building" he then turned to look at Steve again. "They're all people who travelled across the Ocean with us. Should I tell them to come here?"

Again, nobody said anything. Everyone, Neil included, looked at Steve with shock. After a long, awkward silence Sam couldn't resist anymore. "Holy shit!"


A/N: I know, y'all probably wondering: when the hell do Steve and Bucky meet? Don't worry, it'll happen soon enough. Thank you for reading and for your patience. Some comments would be nice, if only to understand if what I'm writing is good and captivating or terrible and boring as hell.

Until the next update, have a nice week!