Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D, arrive at the sight where a crew called in something strange, "You the guys from Washington?" one agents asks them, "You don't get visitors out here?" the man asks him, "How long have you've been on sight?" the other man asks him, "Since this morning. A Russian oil team called in, about eighteen hours ago." he tells the, leading them to the sight, "How come on on one spotted it before?" the other man asks. "Really not that surprising. This landscape is changing all the time. Got any idea what this thing is exactly?" the worker ask them, "I don't know, probably a weather balloon." the other man states, "I don't think so, we don't have the equipment for a job like this." he tells them, "How long before we can start craning it out?" the man asks him.
"I don't think you quite understand, you guys are going to need one hell of a crane." he tells them, showing them part of the down ship that was sticking out of the frozen ice, the drilled down into the frozen top of the ship, letting the ice cap fall into the ship. Then two men were being lowered into the ship, it was all cover in ice and snow, they unlatch themselves from the cables, then turns on their lights, "Base we're in." he states, shining his light at the finely crafted ship. "What is this?" he states, slowly walking forward, then slips a little as he walks on the ice and snow, "Careful." he assures him. They then walk to the panel, the man kneels down seeing something covered in show, the other man kneels down as well, they both brush away the snow, the first man sees the shield with blue, red and white stripes and a star and the other of a woman, long dark brown hair with red streaks in her bangs, tan skin, wearing a black uniform with a black small medium long sleeve jacket and her hood up , and was frozen under the ice. "Good God." he mumbles, "Lieutenant." the other name calls out.
He looks over and saw the Shield. "What is it?" he asks him. "My God. Base get me a line to the corporal." he said to the inner comm in his helmet, "It's 3 A.M sir." the man informs him, "I don't care what time it is, these ones have waited long enough." he states looking down at the shield and frozen woman.
Brooklyn, New York, March 1942.
Young men sat in a room, shirtless and reading newspapers as men were being called up. "Man, everyone dying almost every day." the man states, holding the smaller newspapers. "Rogers, Steven." a man called out, the short, dirty blonde haired man. Set his newspapers down and stood up, "Kind of makes you rethink about enlisting." the man tells him.
"Nope." Steve answers. Then walks up to the doctor. "Rogers, what did your father die of?" the doctor asks him looking at his file. "Muster gas. He was in the hundred and seventh division. I was hoping I could-" Steve answers, "Your mother?" the doc interrupts him, "She was a nurse T.B war, got hit couldn't shake it." he states, "Any other family members?" the doctor asks him, "Yes, my younger sister, Millie Rogers. She also wants to enlist, but works at the Factory." he states, the doc looks over his symptoms. "Sorry son." he states, "Look just give me a chance." Steve states, "You'll be inedible on the Asama alone." the doctor states, "Is there anything you can do?" Steve asks him. "I'm doing it, I'm saving your live." he states and stamps his file. 4F.
~8~8~8~
A average height girl, disgust as a boy, baggie boys clothes, bandage her D sized chest, tuck her long dark brown greasy hair into her cap that covered her blue eyes. She walks along the street, avoiding people, but then heard a crash in the alley way next to her, she walks down the alley and saw a young shorter man get pick on, by a healthy and grown man. She walks quietly up behind him and taps his shoulder, the man turns and looks at her, "Hi." she states, then right hooks him across the face, the man wobbles a bit and fell to the ground. "God, he's got a strong jaw." she groans griping her wrist flexing her hand a bit, then walks over to the shorter man. "You alright?" she asks him, he nods. "Looks like you save me again." he states looking down at the groaning man.
She giggles, "I'll always look after my older brother, no matter what." she states and winks at Steve. He chuckles, "Thanks Millie, I could use some cheering up." he states, the man groan and stood up and grips his jaw. Steve and Millie turn and look at the man, Millie stood in front of Steve, glaring at the the man, "You want a peace of me too, boy?" the man, going to hit her, but a solider grips his arm and pulls him away from them. "Hey, pick on someone your own size." he growls at him and pulls him away from the siblings. The man looks at him and went to throw a punch, but he dodges it and right hooks him across the face, making him spin and then kicks him, sending him out of alley. Millie sighs and turns, looking at her brother.
"You okay?" she asks, he nods. "Sometimes I think you like getting punch." the man states, "I had him on the ropes." Steve states, wiping away the blood as he walking over to them. "And you love to pick fights." he points at Millie, she smirks. "What are you going to do solider-boy, take me in?" she states, clapping her wrists together. He chuckles, making her giggles. "How many times is this now?" he states, looking at Steve's form. "Ah, you're some Preams now. You know it's Illegal to lie on the enlistment form and seriously Jersey." the man tells Steve.
Steve dust himself off and looks at the man's uniform, "You got your orders?" he states. "107th Sargent James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow." he states. Millie notices the sadness in her brother's eyes. So she place her hand on his shoulder, "I should be going." he states, she smiles at him then looks at Bucky and he smiles at them, then hooks his arm over Steve's shoulder. Millie walks next to Steve, "This is my last night, I got to get you two clean." Buck states, pulling them along. "Where are you taking us?" Steve asks him, Bucky handed Steve the new papers, "The Future." he states. Steve unfolded the front page, Millie looks over his shoulder then sighs. "So, Stark is still at it." she sighs.
~8~8~8~
They walk through the crowd as fireworks went off, lighting up the night sky. "I don't see what you're problem is, you're about to be the last liable man in New York, plus with a few million women here." he states, Millie giggles and walks on, "What so funny?" he asks her, making her turn and stop, chests almost touching. "That you will and always be a ladies man." she states and walks off. Bucky's eyes following her. Steve looks between them. "You sure you won't settle for one?" Steve asks him, "Nah, I already got two for us." he states and waves at the two girls waiting for them, "Bucky." a girl calls out, waving back.
"What have you told her about me?" Steve asks him, Bucky smirks at his friend. "Only the good stuff." he states, and they walk up to the young ladies. Millie watches from a distance, she grumbles, seeing the perky girl smiles at him and hold his hand. She huffs, then looks down at her reflection, she pushes her cap up and looks down at the water. -Would he notice me if I dress like a girl?- she asks herself, she sighs then walks around the place. She then walks to the recruitment center, she walks up to a pedistol and looks in the reflection.
"Wishing to be a solider, young lady?" a doctor asks her, she quickly step away from the pedistol and looks at him, he wore a brown vest, a short stubby beard, along with glasses and a brown jacket. "Oh... no I was just..." she stumbles and looks at him, "How did you know I was a girl?" she asks him. He smiles, "Well most men wouldn't hid away their faces and I know that some women would because they don't want to be seen." he states, facing her, she sighs. "Why don't you want to be seen?" he asks her, she grips her cap and pulls it off, letting her long hair fall down, it ends at the middle of her back. "I just... think that I'm not worth seeing and if they did see me, they won't see me." she states, he smiles at her and place his hand on her shoulder, "You're scared, but right now, let tonight be fun, after all, you might not get another chance like this." he tells her, she looks at him and smiles.
"I'll think about it, thanks for the advice." she tells him, then gathered her hair and place her cap on. He then walks to the back room. She turns turn her gaze back to the mirror with the soldiers on it, one face was blank, that were you're face was suppose to go. She sighs and cross her arms, shifting her weight to one of her legs. "Figured I would find you here." Steve calls out, Millie looks over her shoulder and saw her older short brother walking over to her. "Yeah, no place to be than here." she shrugs, he smirks and steps on the pedistol, the top of his head reaches to where the nose would go, Millie sighs sadly for her brother, knowing how much he wants to join the army. Then Bucky walks up to them and shoves Steve a little.
Millie turns her gaze to Bucky, "Come on, you're kinda missing the point of a double date. We're taking the girls dancing." Bucky tells him, "You go ahead, I'll caught up with you." Steve tells him. Bucky looks at the mirror with the soldiers on it, "You're really going to do this again?" Bucky questions his best friend, "Well it's a fair, I'm going to try my luck." Steve states, "As who, Steve from Ohio? They're caught you, worse they'll actually take you." Bucky states, "Well it's better then sitting back and letting fellow soldiers die." Millie states, Bucky sighs, and rubs his bridge. "Millie... not you too." he groans. "Buck... you know I want to join the army as well, but as a soldier, not as some nurse or messenger." she states, Bucky sighs, "Mill, we went over this thousands time, No means no." he tells her, "Look, I know you think we can't do this." Steve states.
"This isn't some back alley. This is war." Bucky tries to get it through to their heads. "Yes we know that." Millie states, "Look there are other jobs." he states, "What you want up to collect some scrap on out little red wagon." Steve asks him. "Yes that's exactly what I'm saying, there are other better jobs." he states. "Bucky, I'm not going to work in some factory. Bucky, Bucky." Steve gets his attention. "We have no right to do any less then them, that's what you don't understand. This isn't about me or Millie." Steve finalizes the argument, "Right, because you two got nothing to prove." he states, the doctor from earlier watches them, Bucky saw the seriousness in his best friends eyes. "Hey serge, are we going dancing?" Bucky's date calls out, Millie huffs as he turns to her, "Yes we are." he tells her and turns back to the Rogers siblings. "Don't don't anything stupid until I get back." he tells them as he walks away, "How can we, you're taking all the stupid with you." Steve shouts back.
Bucky smirks and walks back to them. "You're a punk." he states and hugs Steve, "Jerk." Steve mumbles hugging him, then Bucky hugs Millie. "Stubborn brat." he mumbles, she smirks, hugging him, "Overprotective jerk." she mumbles, then he pulls back and walks away, "Don't win the war until we get there." Steve shouts out. Bucky salutes him and walks off. Millie sighs, seeing Bucky walks with the two girls to the dance floor. "You should take a picture, it will last longer." Steve mocks her, she shot him a glare and shoves him a little, he chuckles and they both walks to the enlistment area, the doctor from before smirks at himself and follows after them.
~8~8~8~
Millie pulls her shirt of her bandage chest, tucking in the tails and pulls back her sleeves as Steve does the same, then a nurse walks in and whispers into the doctor's ear, Millie and Steve caught onto this, "Wait here." the doctor orders them, "Is something wrong?" Steve asks him, "Just wait here." the doc said and walks out of the room along with the nurse. Steve looks at Millie, she shrugs and then looks at the sign behind them: "It is illegal to Falsify your enlistment form." it stated, Steve looks at the sign as well and they lock eyes. "Think your lies caught up with you?" she asks him, Steve panics a little and slides off the examining bed and sat on the chair, pulling on his shoes, but a soldier steps into the room, looking all professional and such, Millie saw her brother stiffen a little, but then the doctor from before pulls the curtains back. Then walks in.
"Thank you." he tells the officer and he left the three alone, the doctor was holding Millie's and Steve's files. "So you want to go over seas, and kill some Nazis?" he states, "Excuse me?" Steve asks him, "Doctor Aberham Erskine." Aberham introduce himself, shaking Steve's hand and then Millie's. "I work with Stevic Scientific Reserve." he states, "I'm Millie Rogers and this is my older brother, Steve Rogers." she introduce themselves.
Aberham lets go of her hand and sets their files down, looking at them, Millie slides of the examining bed and stood next to her brother, "Where are you from?" Steve asks him, "Queens, 73rd street, and Utopia park way. Before that, Germany." Aberham answers. Seeing the surprise looks in the siblings eyes. "This troubles you?" he asks them, both Millie and Steve shook their heads. He nods and looks back at their files, "Where are you from, Ms. And Mr. Rogers. Is it new Haythem, or Parrmaos, why have you tired five times?" he asks them. "I think you have the wrong files." Steve states, "I'm not interested in the files, mister Rogers, it the five tries. But neither one of you answer my questions; do you want to kill Nazis?" he tells them, holding their files in his hands.
"Is this a test?" Steve asks him, "Yes." Aberham answers, Steve looks at Millie, she looks at him, sighs and nods her hand. "No, we don't want to kill anyone, we've never like bullies. We don't care where they're from." Steve answers him. "Well, there are big men fighting this war, maybe what need is the little guy and a woman." he states, Millie smiles a little, "I can offer you two a chance, only a chance." he tells them, pulling the certain open. Millie and Steve quickly pulls on their shoes, "We'll take it." they answer, walking up to him, "So where is the little guy and woman from, actually?" he asks them, with their files laying open.
"Brooklyn, New York." Millie answers, he stamps their files and gave them back to the siblings. "Congratulations... soldiers." he states and walks away. Millie and Steve open up their files and saw the stamp; 1A. It was overwhelming, but it was the start of their military career.