A/N: Nothing is owned by me

This chapter covers some world building points. I know there are many pieces of RWBY verse that will not fit in the Captain America plot, but I will try to cover it.

And also hope you like the new Star-Spangled Man song; I have added it in a separate files page also.

Casting:

Orion: Oz

Glynda Goodwitch

Chapter 4

The walls echoed with the loud voice of a big, fair-haired man in the dimly lit space. He was yelling, and his forehead had pulsing veins, and his eyes were full of rage. It looked like a scene from a scary story for children.

Outside a door frame, a small boy, also with blond hair but much lighter in shade, stood silently watching, his clear blue eyes widened with a mixture of fear and confusion. The raised voices seemed to form a cacophony in his ears, with his father at the center of the storm. Beside him, a woman with delicate features, her face drawn with concern, stood clutching the boy's arm.

Gathering his courage, the boy tugged on his mother's dress, looking up at her with anxious eyes. "Mother, will father be okay?"

Hesitating momentarily, she tried to muster a comforting smile. "Don't worry, Steve. It's just that your father is seeing his elder brother after a long time. They have... unresolved issues."

The heated exchange between the two brothers seemed to drag on forever, with the larger man clearly having the upper hand. The air seemed to grow tenser with every passing second until the man's voice finally lowered, and he beckoned his family to come forward.

With a deep breath, the boy's father introduced his family, his voice dripping with pride. "Johnathan, meet my wife, Sarah Rogers." He paused for a brief moment, his hand resting on his son's shoulder. "And this is our pride and joy, Steve Arc."

The man named Johnathan, his face a mask of scorn, quickly corrected him. "Rogers. His name should be Steve Rogers." His gaze turned frosty as he looked at Sarah and Steve. "Matthew, you might accept this woman and her child, but they are nothing more than a stain on our family's honor. A bastard and a whore"

Matthew's fists clenched, but before he could retort, young Steve piped up, his voice quivering with anger, "My mother isn't what you called her! She's kind and beautiful!"

Sarah, panic evident in her eyes, tried to pull Steve away. "Steve, please! Stay out of this!"

However, Steve's defiance was palpable. "But he called you with bad words Mother! He is a bad man."

While Sarah tried to push her son back, Matthew intervened, trying to soothe the situation. "Johnathan, please overlook what Steve said. He is just a child. "

Ignoring Matthew, Johnathan approached Steve, bending down to his level. Holding the boy's face in his large hands, his voice dripped with malice, "Listen closely Boy!" He said face riddled with furry "You are not an Arc. Your lineage is tainted, and your mother..." He glanced disdainfully at Sarah, "...is a disgrace, a whore". He looked into Steve eyes "and you are a Bastard"

Steve's small frame trembled, but he met Johnathan's venomous gaze with a fiery glare of his own.

"Remember your place" Johnathan with a swift, violent motion, shoved Steve away from him.

The boy, unprepared for the force, was thrown off-balance, and his head collided with the sharp edge of the door frame. A gasp echoed through the room as Steve crumpled to the floor, his world spinning into darkness.

"Steve No!" The boy's father's voice came from behind with a hint of anger.

Sarah and Matthew rushed forward, dropping to the floor beside him. Their voices, filled with panic, overlapped as they cried out his name, "Steve! Steve! STEVE!"

Jaune's blue eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the bright lights of the hospital room. His head throbbed, a heavy ache that pulsed with every heartbeat, but despite the pain, he recognized the sterile white ceiling tiles of a hospital. The hum of machines and the faint scent of antiseptics confirmed his suspicions.

He tried to turn his head, his neck protesting with a hint of stiffness. To his surprise, he found Whitley Schnee sitting on a stool beside his bed, his pale face drawn and weary. The younger Schnee's silver eyes were downcast, shadows under them hinting at sleepless nights.

Blinking to clear the fog in his mind, Jaune rasped, "Whitley?"

Whitley's head snapped up at the sound of Jaune's voice. For a moment, his face remained expressionless, but as reality dawned on him, a myriad of emotions flashed across his features. The predominant one was palpable relief. "You're awake," Whitley breathed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "You're finally awake."

Swallowing past the dryness in his throat, Jaune's voice was faint but insistent, "How long was I out?"

"Two days in a coma," Whitley replied, his voice wavering just slightly, betraying his concern.

The weight of Whitley's words pressed heavily on Jaune's chest, making it hard to breathe. Panic clawed at him as fragments of memories rushed back: the procedure,the attack, his battle with Neo... Blake... and then, Oscar.

A note of desperate urgency laced Jaune's voice. "Oscar! What happened to Oscar?"

As Jaune attempted to sit up, propelled by the sheer force of anxiety, Whitley's hands reached out, pressing gently yet firmly against Jaune's shoulders, easing him back down. . "Easy," he cautioned, his voice steady now, a hint of his usual composure returning. "You're still weak. You need to rest."

He pressed a button on the side of the bed. A sleek, advanced-looking robot – the Ultron bot – glided smoothly to the bedside, its blue optical sensors locking onto Jaune.

"Ultron," Whitley commanded, "please ensure Mr. Arc's vitals are stable and that he's comfortable."

"Of course, Master," the Ultron bot replied in a smooth, metallic voice, its mechanical hands reaching out to adjust the IV drip and monitor beside Jaune's bed.

Whitley's face became a mask of regret. He took a deep breath and, with a heavy sigh, shared the grim news. "We tried everything we could, Jaune. But Oscar's wounds... they were too severe. We couldn't save him."

Jaune's heart dropped. A cold, numb sensation spread throughout his body. His fingers, resting on the bed sheets, clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. The silence in the room grew oppressive, save for the mournful beeping of the monitors.

Whitley took another moment, seemingly gathering himself, before he continued. "There's something else you need to know." His voice was barely audible, weighed down by sorrow. "Dr. Merlot... he is dead."

The sterile room is filled with the soft hum of medical equipment, but a sense of tension lingers. Against the wall, a desk with a scroll device casts a pale glow. Jaune's focus is locked on the video being played on it — a dark silhouette, quick as a shadow, is seen jumping out of a burning building's window. Even with the poor quality of the footage, the Faunus nature of the assailant is unmistakable, her cat ears standing out against the inferno.

Jaune pauses the video, a mixture of disbelief and pain reflected in his eyes as he studies the familiar face. His finger hovers over the scroll, and he rewinds it with practiced precision, as if hoping to unveil a different reality this time.

A soft, compassionate voice breaks the silence. "Looking at that again and again won't change it, Mr. Arc."

Jaune's gaze drifts towards May Marigold, who stands near the doorway, her posture empathetic. She understands the weight of betrayal.

Jaune's voice is but a whisper, "I know. It's just...hard to believe Blake, someone I once trusted, could...do this." He lets out a sigh, heavy with memories of days gone by.

Whitley Schnee, who is at a nearby table prepping medical equipment, interrupts, "She did poison you just a few days ago, Jaune. You could've died."

Jaune nods, the weight of that truth heavy on his shoulders. "Yes. And I might have, if not for the super-soldier serum and your tech." He swallows hard, "Back at Beacon, she spoke of freedom, of leaving her violent past as a White Fang member behind. She wanted to help the Faunus in her own way. And now..."

May Marigold, with a somber tone, finishes his sentence, "She's a terrorist. "

As Jaune attempts to digest this information, the hushed murmurs of approaching voices grab his attention. The room's door opens wider, admitting Commander Orion and Councilman Brandt.

Councilman Brandt doesn't waste any time, his voice firm and demanding. "Commander, my committee wants answers."

Orion, with a hint of sarcasm, replies, "Excellent. Let's start with the question of how a spy managed to work in your news agency for three years?"

Brandt's face reddens with anger, "Aren't you in charge of security, Commander? Whose duty is it to ensure our city's safety?"

The tension between the two is palpable, but before things escalate, Whitley steps in. "Gentlemen, this is a hospital. Please remain calm."

Orion, his tone irritated, speaks, "Schnee, what have you got? Can the serum be recovered?"

Whitley Schnee, leaning back with a smirk, replies, "Well, speaking modestly, I'd say I'm the smartest mind in all of Remnant."

Orion's patience wanes as he snaps back, "Can it be recovered?"

Whitley's smirk fades, and he lets out a sigh, "It is difficult. Despite running hundreds of tests, tracing the serum back to its origin has proven elusive. Dr. Merlot was secretive about his formula, and with his research now reduced to ashes, I see little hope of recreating it."

The room is heavy with the implications. Brandt, always looking for an angle, prods further, "Any lead on who's behind the attack? Was it Ironwood?"

Orion dismisses the notion immediately, "No, Ironwood acts directly and transparently. This bears all the hallmarks of Hydra."

Brandt, visibly confused, "Hydra?"

Orion grumbled "I'm sure you've read our briefings"

Brandt replies, "I sit on several committees, Commander."

May Marigold, taking the lead, explains, "Hydra emerged from the remains of the White Fang at the onset of the great war, operating directly under Schmidt."

Orion adds, "In the wake of the White Fang's dissolution, we hoped for a more peaceful era. But Hydra, rising from its ashes, proved even more sinister. They are extremists, idolizing Schmidt as their god. They even make White Fang look like a peaceful organization in comparison."

Orion, always a few steps ahead in his strategy, continues, "We'll need to convene the council. Schmidt has become a top priority." Turning to May Marigold, he adds, "Mistral operations need to scale up. Agent, be prepared for field duty and Schnee you are also coming"

May Marigold, caught off guard, replies in surprise, "Commander?"

Jaune, driven by a sense of purpose, chimes in, "Sir? If we're mounting an assault on Hydra and Schmidt, I want in."

Orion, casting a dismissive glance, replies, "You're an experiment, nothing more. We're assigning you to Patch."

Jaune's face reflects his frustration, "As what? A town guard? The serum worked!"

Commander Orion, clearly unimpressed, retorts, "I asked for an army. All I got was you, hardly distinguishable from a fancy huntsman."

Jaune looks dejected, the weight of Orion's words heavy on him. But before he can wallow, Brandt beckons his aide over, seeing an opportunity.

"With all due respect, Orion, I think we may be missing the point. You've seen Steve here in action. More importantly, the country's seen it."

Councilman Brandt, waving a COPY OF THE VALE FRONTLINE towards the Commander, announces with a grand gesture, "Soldier Recruit saves civilians!" Displayed is a photo of Jaune in a recruit uniform deflecting a massive blast with a starred car door.

Continuing, Brandt argues, "Enlistment has surged since this hit the newsstands. It's nonsensical to relegate a symbol like this to mere guard duty."

Jaune, taken aback, shoots a grateful look at Brandt, having not expected him to come to his defense.

Fully embracing his politician persona, Brandt presses on, "He is not huntsmen, but a civilian enrolled to serve his country. A Soldier. He should be out there, representing what our soldiers stand for. Not doing some pesky huntsmen job" Turning to Jaune, he asks, "Son, do you wish to serve your country on this war's pivotal front?"

Jaune, determination burning in his eyes, replies, "It's all I want."

Brandt smiles triumphantly, "Congratulations, you've just been promoted."

Under the dim light, Jaune's eyes scan the vast stage. His heart races, doubting his new role.

"I don't know if I can do this," Jaune murmurs to a tall man, Mr. Langley, wearing a sharp suit.

"It's simple. You promote a few bonds, they finance our defenses, and Vale stands strong against Atlesian threats. Before you know it, you'll be the hero Remnant needs," Mr. Langley states.

Jaune hesitates, "This isn't the frontline action I dreamed of."

Mr. Langley leans closer, "Councilman Brandt has allies everywhere. Impress them, and you might find yourself leading an actual defense sooner than you imagine."

The distant sound of a bugle interrupts their conversation, signaling the performance's beginning.

Spotlights focus on the center stage. After a tense pause, Jaune awkwardly steps forward, seemingly nudged from behind the curtain. Dressed in a blue costume with a stars and stripes shirt and a mask with wings, a shield with a star in his hand, he's flanked by dancing girls, awaiting his cue.

—

INT. SMALL THEATER - NIGHT

DANCING GIRLS (singing): "Who's strong and brave, here to save the Valiant way?"

JAUNE (nervously): "A Vale soldier, that's who."

DANCING GIRLS: "Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day?"

JAUNE: "For Remnant's honor and light."

—

INT. VARIOUS THEATERS - MONTAGE

SUMIRE:

DANCING GIRLS: "Who will campaign door-to-door for Remnant? Carry the flag shore to shore for Remnants?"

Jaune, looking slightly more confident, poses with children waving miniature flags of vale.

PATCH:

Jaune's voice is stronger, addressing a cheering crowd, "We all know this isn't about having a swell afternoon. This is about winning the war. But we can't do it without bullets and bandages. Without tanks and tents. That's where you come in."

Suddenly, a kid yells, pointing to a man dressed as "IRONWOOD" attempting a sneak attack on Jaune.

JUANE (acting): "Each bond you buy protects someone you love. So, our boys will be armed and ready."

In a choreographed move, Jaune pretends to knock out "IRONWOOD", earning cheers from the audience.

DANCING GIRLS: "From Vale to Vacuo's sands The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan!"

—

INT. THEATER LOBBY - NIGHT

Post-show, Jaune signs autographs. His face beams with pride.

LITTLE KID: My brother says you took down four Atlas drones on your own!

JAUNE: Sorry, kid. Tell your brother he's wrong...

The kid sags, disappointed. Jaune grins.

JAUNE: There were eight paladins.

—

CARIN:

DANCING GIRLS: "We can't ignore there's a threat and a war we must win, who'll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Atlas?"

Jaune spins back and lands a kick on IRONWOOD.

A STACK OF CAPTAIN VALE #1'S, FEATURING CAP SOCKING 86A IRONWOOD, THUMBS DOWN AT THE NEWSSTAND Kids clamor for a copy.

—

INT. THEATER - NIGHT

On the big screen, CAPTAIN VALE battles foes, while the real Jaune observes the audience's engrossed expressions.

—

FELDSPAR:

DANCING GIRLS: "Who will indeed lead the call for Remnant? Who'll rise or fall, give his all for Remnant? Who's here to prove that we can?"

DANCING GIRLS: "The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan!"

JUANE (smiling): "Every bond you buy keeps Vale safe and deters Atlesians!"

—

The kids cheer. A MOVIE MAGAZINE gets shoved in Jaune's face. Its cover features him: "WHO'S CAP KISSING NOW?" A smaller photo shows a lonely Whiley Schnee, "HAS SCHNEE LOST HIS PLAYBOY CROWN?" Jaune looks up to see a beautiful blonde holding a pen. She smiles. So does he.

—

INT. VALE CITY MUSIC HALL - NIGHT

DANCING GIRLS:

"Stalwart and steady and true,

(See how this guy can shoot, we tell ya, there's no substitute!)

Forceful and ready to defend the Red, White, and Blue!

Who'll give the Atlas the sack and is smart as a fox?

(Far as an eagle will soar)

Who's making Ironwood afraid to step out of his box?

(He knows what we're fighting for!)

Who woke the giant that napped in Remnant?

We know it's no one but Captain Vale

Who'll finish what they began?

The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!

(Who's strong and brave, here to save the Valiant way?!)"

Chorus girls, with helmets spelling "V-A-L-E," take the stage. The spotlight finds Jaune, confidently lifting a motorcycle, dancers in tow. The crowd roars in approval, their new hero standing tall.

The dim light of a fractured moon cascades through the window, casting a pale glow across the room. Seated at a desk is a middle-aged woman, with hair so pale it mirrors the very moonlight. It's bound tightly into a bun, save for a lone curl which frames the right side of her face. Her bright green eyes, hidden behind slender ovular glasses, are intensely focused on the documents before her, reflecting the weight of her thoughts.

"Ozpin, this is a lot to take in, are you sure this information is correct?" she queried, her voice echoing the strain evident in her face.

Before her, seated casually with an air of familiarity, was a man sipping from a cup. His features were sharp and defined, contrasting with the ambiguity that surrounded him. "Councilwoman Glynda, it's Orion now. And the intel is solid; it came straight from the Black Bird."

Glynda took a deep breath, "I am sorry Commander Orion for my verbal slip but if this is true then we need to take countermeasures for the other vaults immediately. I still don't know how this could happen, Ozpin said only a maiden could open a vault."

Orion grumbled, "I've been wracking my brain, and arguing non stop with the voice inside my head, seeking answers. But he has been unusually silent." His voice tinged with frustration.

Glynda's fingers gripped the edge of the desk, "With Schmidt possessing the relic of creation, the entire war's dynamics could shift. All our hard-fought progress might be in vain."

Orion's grip tightened on his coffee cup, "I am taking the fight directly to him. From what I gather, neither the queen nor Ironwood is privy to this revelation. Schmidt has kept a tight lid on this. We might still have an advantage."

Considering their resources, Glynda suggested, "Perhaps we should involve Weiss and Yang. The Maidens' power might be essential if the relic is in play."

"No," Orion countered firmly, "their involvement will only draw unwanted attention."

Glynda hesitated before continuing, "There's one more thing I need clarity on..."

Orion leaned forward, his eyes narrowed, "Go on, Glynda."

"Did you orchestrate Dr. Merlot's... accident?"

Orion's voice, cold and resolute, responded, "No."

Glynda released a sigh of relief.

"However," Orion added, "I did send Blake to deal with Mr. Arc."

"Why?" Glynda inquired, tension palpable in her voice.

Orion elaborated, "I never trusted Merlot. I know he was never loyal, I only played with his super soldier idea because I knew he was hiding something. Merlot was once a man who believed Grimm could even be controlled. He has a god complex and saw him as superior and even called himself "God of the Grimm". There is no way a man like him will suddenly have a change of heart to help his country. Something changed in him Glynda … something he was fearful of"

Glyna in a bit tense tone "Do you think he was working for the queen, working for Salem?"

Orion continued, "Maybe I cannot say for sure, but I know anything that came from him was no good. Arc was just a lab rat. I didn't want him to get involved in this at first but it was clear Merlot wanted him so I played was nothing to lose if the experiment failed and if succeeded …"

"You can use Arc for your own use." Glynda concluded.

"Merlot wanted to use Arc, maybe to complete his formula or maybe something more sinister, and he was a bit desperate. Arc's death would have put a damper on his plan and in his desperation he would have committed some mistake. it would have also shown the council a major action is needed to end this war, giving me more control to move directly against the queen." Orion replied

"Orion …" Glynda clearly not liking it

"You know right what condition we are in right Glynda. Do you think the current situation will change any day if things continue like this? Ironwood and Schmidt forces are advancing day by day, and our council instead of fighting directly still wants to take a defensive stand. They are still not ready to deploy huntsmen on frontlines and accept the situation we are in. Do they think that Ironwood and Schmid have similar thoughts as them?"

Glynda, conflicted, admitted, "I know Orion, but still i don't think Ozpin i know would like to do things this way"

Orion met her gaze, "While Ozpin's memories and values reside within me, our united self acknowledges the hard choices we must make."

Orion Sighed "I was aware of the assault on the project from its inception. Blake has already informed me regarding Neo's presence. My initial plan was to apprehend that 'ice cream girl' on the spot and then deal with Merlot and Jaune later if the experiment succeeded, however ..."

Glynda, prompted, "What changed, Orion?"

Orion paused, "I sensed a surge of magic, Glynda. It bore a resemblance to the very essence Oz infused into the creation of the Maidens. The experimental procedure seemed to be grounded in similar fundamentals."

Glynda's brows furrowed, "So, you're suggesting there's a link between Merlot's experiment and the Maidens? How can that be? And if you didn't orchestrate the ambush on Merlot, then who did?"

Orion, with a thoughtful expression, answered, "That's something we still need to figure out, someone clearly wanted us to believe that Hydra, specifically Ms Belladonna, was behind the attack on Merlot, but I don't understand why".