The real deal was then shown with fireworks going off behind it.
"I don't see what the problem is." Bucky said as he and Steve walked down some steps. "You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know there's three and a half million women here?"
"Well, I'd settle for just one." Steve replied.
"But hey, good thing I got that covered." Bucky continued as he waved to someone in the distance.
Steve's gaze landed on Bucky, who was standing near a statue and waving to two girls. One of the girls had beautiful brown hair, while the other had long, flowing blonde hair.
"Hey, Bucky!" The brown haired girl shouted, waving her hand.
Steve stared exasperated at his smiling friend and asked. "What'd you tell her about me?"
"Only the good stuff." Bucky assured him with a smile as he patted his friend on the back.
A massive crowd gathered at the Modern Marvels Pavilion, where people were seen marveling at the various futuristic installations arranged throughout the room. An announcer's voice echoed through the space, declaring. "Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world."
The announcer's words lingered in the air as Bucky and the girls made their way through the bustling crowd, taking in the wondrous sights. Steve followed closely behind, clutching a small bag of popcorn. The group paused as the girls were struck with amazement, prompting a passerby woman to exclaim. "Neil Winter!"
"Oh, my God! Its starting!" The brown haired girl giggled as she grabbed Bucky's hand and dragged him with her and her friend as Steve follows behind.
The four arrived in the middle of a crowd of people as a woman announced. "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Neil Winter!"
The lively melody of swing music filled the air, eliciting enthusiastic applause and cheers from the crowd. Onstage, a group of elegantly dressed and attractive women surrounded a red automobile, with one of them holding a microphone. Suddenly, a young Caucasian man emerged from the corner. He appeared to be around twenty-four years old, with slick, almost spiky brown hair. He was dressed in a tuxedo adorned with a red flower pin in the shape of an explosion and sported a top hat. This man was none other than Neil Winter, a brilliant, wealthy, charming, and philanthropic individual. He is like Howard Stark in many ways, except for his neatly trimmed beard. Despite his absence, Howard Stark, a close friend of Neil's, would have been present if not for a last-minute commitment.
Neil affectionately waved to the crowd and made his way over to the woman with the microphone. He removed his top hat and handed it to the smiling woman before embracing her in a passionate kiss in front of the audience.
After parting ways, the woman flashed him a flirtatious smile as she handed him the microphone and joined the other ladies. Neil acknowledged the crowd with a smile and used a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Neil began, while in the crowd, Steve brought up the bag of popcorn to his date, who only stared at him coldly before turning back to the show. "What if I told you that in just a few short years." Neil continued. "Your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all?" He asked.
The air was filled with a collective gasp as the team of assistants carefully removed the sleek, shiny wheels of the vibrant red car. As the wheels came off, the crowd's eyes widened in amazement at the sight of intricate metal structures resembling stub-like machines, intricately connected to the underbelly of the car.
"Thanks, Mandy." Neil thanked one of the assistants. "With Winter Gravity Reversion Technology, you'll be able to do just that."
Neil carefully adjusted the dial on the sleek control panel positioned beside him in the driver's seat. As he did so, the car emitted a low, powerful hum, indicating that it was responding to his commands. With deliberate precision, Neil began to raise the sleek lever, and the onlookers held their breath in anticipation. Suddenly, the crowd let out a collective gasp as the cutting-edge machinery integrated into the car came to life, emitting a mesmerizing glow of energy. As Neil continued to manipulate the controls, the vehicle gradually lifted off the ground, defying gravity as it hovered effortlessly in the air.
"Holy cow." Bucky said in shock.
As Neil flashed a confident smirk at the crowd and made a sweeping gesture toward the machines, a series of bright sparks suddenly erupted from the mechanical devices. The air crackled with electricity as the machines shuddered violently and then exploded in a shower of sparks, causing the onlookers to gasp in astonishment. Many instinctively took a step back as the car landed roughly back on the ground, adding to the sense of tension and excitement in the air.
"I did say a few years, didn't I?" Neil joked.
As the crowd erupted in applause and laughter, Steve turned around and fixed his gaze on the iconic 'I Want You' Uncle Sam poster. A beam of light shone directly on the poster, drawing attention to its vivid colors and powerful message.
While Neil chuckled and smiled to the crowd, Bucky said "Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls-" Bucky began, but stopped as he turned around and Steve was no longer there.
At the recruitment center, a solemn man stood in front of a grand mirror that was elegantly placed over a polished wooden plate. The mirror reflected a precisely aligned row of soldiers, all standing at attention and saluting with unwavering discipline. Among them, one uniform stood conspicuously empty, creating a poignant contrast to the uniformity of the rest. In the mirror's reflection, the man's face was visible as he solemnly stood within the empty uniform, his expression carrying the weight of unspoken stories and unfulfilled duties.
A girl standing beside him giggled and playfully encouraged him, saying. "Come on, soldier." as she pulled him along.
As Steve hesitantly stepped up to the plate, the bright stadium lights cast long shadows across the field. As he squared up to the pitcher, the intense light created a stark contrast, illuminating only his eyes and the upper part of his head in the reflection.
Steve felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and as he turned, he saw Bucky standing there with a mischievous grin. "Come on, you're kind of missing the point of a double date. We're taking the girls dancing." Bucky said with a playful tone.
Steve hesitated for a moment before replying. "You go ahead. I'll catch up with you."
Bucky let out a sigh and looked at Steve with a mix of frustration and concern. "You're really gonna do this again?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Well, it's only fair. I'm gonna try my luck." Steve answered, a hint of determination in his voice.
"As who, Steve from Ohio?" Bucky questioned further, frowning and voice rising. "They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you."
Steve attempted to explain himself. "Look, I know you don't think I can do this, but-" but Bucky cut him off with a stern interruption,
"This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war!" Bucky yelled.
"I know its a war." Steve responded, trying to convey his determination.
Meanwhile, an old man with wispy, white hair and thinning patches of balding scalp, along with a pair of spectacles perched on his nose, looked on intently at the intense conversation unfolding between the two friends. The doctor halted in the midst of taking a step, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene as Bucky delved deeper into the discussion. "Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs."
Steve defended his stance. "What am I going to do?" Steve replied. "Collect scrap in my little red wagon?" He asked.
Bucky persisted. "Yes!" Bucky shouted. "Why not?!"
"I'm not going to sit in a factory, Bucky." Steve snapped and said. "Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me."
"Right." Bucky replied sarcastically. "'Cause you got nothing to prove."
Steve stared down Bucky, unwavering, the doctor watching from afar with interest.
Amidst the intense conversation, a voice interrupted. "Hey, Sarge!" One of the girls shouted to Bucky. "Are we going dancing?"
Bucky turned back towards the girls with a charming smile "Yes, we are." He said, before turning back to Steve. The sergeant sighed and shook his head before stepping back. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back." He warned his friend.
Steve couldn't resist a retort. "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." Steve quipped back.
Bucky grinned mischievously before sauntering back to Steve, and the two of them enveloped each other in a warm, brotherly embrace. "You're a punk." He said.
"Jerk." Steve said back, patting his friend's back.
The two let go as Bucky walked back towards the girls. "Be careful." Steve said. He was silent for a bit before yelling out "Don't win the war till I get there!"
Bucky turned around one last time, saluting to Steve before walking to the two girls. "Come on, girls. They're playing our song."
As Steve stood there, grappling with a mixture of emotions, he let out a heavy sigh and observed Bucky walking away, his figure gradually fading into the distance. After a moment of contemplation, Steve finally pivoted and made his way indoors. As he did, he caught the eye of a perceptive doctor, who briefly studied him before deciding to accompany Steve inside.
Steve was shown sitting on a bench, coat and shoes off, as a doctor looked through his tools. A nurse walked in through the curtains and whispered something inaudible in his ear. The doctor nodded before turning to Steve. "Wait here." The doctor instructed.
"Is there a problem?" Steve asked.
"Just wait here." The doctor repeated before leaving the room.
Steve looked behind him, reading the sign 'It is illegal to falsify your enlistment form'. He looked back to where the doctor walked away.
After a moment of thinking, he got up the bench and walked to the chair to his left, grabbing his shoes to put them on. The curtain was pulled back to reveal a man wearing a military police helmet and band on him. Steve put down the shoe slowly, his eyes blinked in rising worry.
A few seconds passed of tense silence when the blinds were opened, revealing the same doctor that watched his talk with Bucky walking in. "Thank you." The doctor said, his German accent prevalent, as the soldier nodded, stepped out, and drew the blinds closed.
Steve and the doctor stared at each other in a moment of silence. "So." the doctor broke the silence as he pulled up a folder. "You want to go overseas. Kill some Nazis."
"Excuse me?" Steve questioned.
"Dr. Abraham Erskine." The doctor introduced himself and held out a hand to Steve who got up and took it. "I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve."
"Steve Rogers." Steve introduced himself. The doctor nodded before moving to the bench, placing his folder down on it and opening it again. "Where are you from?" Steve asked noticing the accent in the old man's voice.
"Queens." Erskine replied, looking back to him. "73rd Street and Utopia Parkway." He adjusted his glasses. "Before that, Germany." He then looks back at Steve. "This troubles you?" The doctor asked.
"No." Steve answered honestly.
"And where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Hmm?" The doctor asked. "Is it New Haven? Or Paramus?" Steve sighed and looked down. "Five exams in five different cities."
"That might not be the right file." Steve tries to explain.
"No, it's not the exams I'm interested in." Erskine replied. "It's the five tries. But you didn't answer my question." The doctor said as he walked in front of Steve, staring him in the eye. "Do you want to kill Nazis?"
Steve pondered for a moment before asking. "Is this a test?"
"Yes." The doctor answered honestly.
Steve Rogers was silent for a moment, clearly pondering what to say. "I don't want to kill anyone." He answered. "I don't like bullies. I don't care where they're from."
Erskine smirked and nodded. "Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war." He said. "Maybe what we need now is a little guy, huh?" Steve blinked his eyes in surprise. "I can offer you a chance." He drew back the curtain and walked out. "Only a chance."
Steve followed out saying "I'll take it."
"Good." Abraham nodded, looking at the papers in front of him on the desk. "So where is the little guy from? Actually?"
"Brooklyn." Steve revealed.
The doctor smirked as he stamped the paper without looking. He gave the form to him saying. "Congratulations, soldier."
Steve opened the form as Erskine walked away, revealing where the stamp should be 1A. He breathed in deeply, his wish coming true, closing the form and held his head high in pride.
A snowy mountainside was then shown, where a glass window could be seen overlooking the caverns below from the middle of said mountain.
"Are you ready, Dr. Zola?" Johann asked inside the room as he walked through it, it filled with a series of inventions and machines.
A middle-aged, glassed-wearing man's face was shown in a mirror, his face tinged green. "My machine requires the most delicate calibration. Forgive me if I seem overcautious." Zola explained.
"And are you certain that those conductors of yours can withstand the energy surge long enough for a transference?" Schmidt questioned as he looked at a series of photos and images, all pertaining to carvings and drawings of ancient cultures, including Greece and Norse.
"With this artifact, I am certain of nothing." Zola replied. "I fear it may not work at all." Zola warned him.
Johann opened up the box containing the Tesseract and carefully placed it inside the machine. Zola started it up.
Zola walked to Schmidt, stopping as the man in black held the box in his hands before placing it on the table. Zola remained silent as Schmidt opened the box once more, the blinding blue light and melodic hum shot out once more, its light shining on Schmidt, as he scratched the side of his neck.
Zola adjusted his glasses, green-tinged safety lenses over his glasses, as he turned to the machine next to him. Schmidt removed a metal device from another machine and carefully placed it over the blue object inside the box. With a latching click, Schmidt pulled it out, revealing the blue, glowing cube. He walked it over to another machine, this one covered in wires and tubes, and placed the Cube inside the hole, twisting the handle of the device, sealing it shut.
The machine hummed in power, blue energy surging and glowing through the wires and tubes. Zola flipped a switch and turned a dial, the machine's hum growing louder as the energy grew. "Twenty percent." Zola voiced as he slowly turned the dial. "Forty." Schmidt shifted and scratched the side of his head. "Sixty." Zola looked to the dial as it reached seventy. "Stabilizing at seventy percent."
Schmidt marched over to the doctor and shoved him aside. "I have not come all this way for safety, Doctor." He growled as he turned the dial to max.
Schmidt and Zola, stood in awe, they gazed at the machine as it whirred and hummed with tremendous power. The room was filled with the deafening sound of the machine, and the cosmic, blue energy emanating from it grew brighter and more intense by the second. Suddenly, in a surge of breathtaking display, the cosmic, blue energy burst forth, flowing through the wires with a haunting wail. Schmidt and Zola could only watch in astonishment as the energy surged and expanded throughout the room, permeating other machines and tracing along the walls.
Abruptly, the machine with the dials erupted in a spectacular shower of sparks, while the energy began to diminish, leaving only the gentle glow in the machine housing the cube, along with a faint, ominous rumbling filling the room.
"What was that?" Zola asked to Schmidt who stared at something off-screen.
"I must congratulate you, Arnim." Schmidt said, pointing and turning the German scientist to where he was staring at. The object of his gaze was a metal container filled with the blue cosmic energy of the cube. "Your designs do not disappoint. Though they may require some slight reinforcement." Schmidt added as Zola walked towards the contained, transferred energy in awe.
"The exchange is stable." Zola informed. "Amazing! The energy we have just collected could power my designs. All my designs." The doctor removed his glasses and stared at the machine with the cube "This will change the war."
"Dr. Zola." Schmidt said. "This will change the world."
And that's the next chapter for Captain America & Wonder Woman: Two World's Collide! What did you all think of it? Yes, this is technically a play-by-play from the movie, but if you noticed, Howard Stark is not there but is mentioned. Interesting right? And who the hell is Neil Winters? If you guys don't remember, his family members were in the first story in the YJHU series called Earth's Mightiest Heroes. To put it bluntly, Neil is the grandfather of Alex and Dereck Winters. And if you guys can't tell again, you guys should be able to figure out what happens to the grandchildren. Just like Tony and Howard. Tony is in the YJHU as he is best friends with Derek Winters.
Now originally I was going to have Red Inferno save The Flash, who at this time is Jay Garrick, but the scene from the show was in 1942, while at this moment is 1943, so that scene was scrapped as it would of been the opening to this chapter.
The next chapter will definitely be different and longer than this as Diana Prince will be in it as she will meet Steve Rogers, so I'm happy to write the scene out as it will be different from the movie too.
Now originally, I had stuff to post on Wednesday and Friday, but got held up with some personally stuff. So here is the new and finally schedule as I will be working on 8 stories for now. Technically 9, if you guys wanna count since I help write Avengers of the Multiverse.
Sunday:
Heroes United: Unlimited (Ben 10 x Generator Rex x DCAU)
Captain America & Wonder Woman: Two World's Collide (Young Justice x Captain America)
Tuesday:
World's Finest Unite
Accidentally Meeting (The Flash x Originals)
Thursday:
Avengers Phantom (Danny Phantom x MCU)
Iron Man & Kim Possible: Heroes Are Built
Saturday:
Rise Of The Wizarding Assassin (Harry Potter)
Ben and Donald 10 (Ben 10)
Until next time, UltraPhantom out!