Welcome all to my first story on here! I know what you're thinking, not another Captain America love story. But, I do hope that my story is different from the others and liked! Anyway, I wanna thank you in advance for taking the time to read my story. If you have any comments, dislikes or likes, please drop them in a review, or PM me. I'd be happy to respond to any questions!

I'm going to update this story for the next three days so there will be four chapters posted up, from then on, it will be once a week, sometimes two if my schedule will allow it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters that may be used, or any of the Marvel storylines or arcs.

Claimer: I only own the character Elizabeth Jones and her story, past and present.

Chapter One

The well-fortified aircraft landed hard on the grass runway, the aircraft bumped its way down the rest of the runway and it came to a slow stop at the end of the neatly cut grass.

"What did you think of that landing, sir?" The pilot turned to his navigator and his senior officer. This was the first flight across to America for the pilot, but it wasn't the first time to America for the navigator.

The pilot had flown from RAF Northolt in London to New Jersey on a training exercise, he was going to be an excellent cargo pilot.

"That was good, Davies. Well done. And you kept our passenger alive. Are you okay, Ma'am?" the navigator and senior officer turned to the back of the aircraft and smiled at the woman sat at the back of the aircraft.

"I'm fine, thank you, Sir." The woman smiled. "Your handling is good and I'm glad I was on this flight." She added.

The woman's name is Elizabeth Jones and she had some experience with flying, though this was her first flight to America as well, but she was happy enough with the pilot's capabilities.

Elizabeth is an officer in the WAAF, the Women's Auxiliary Air Force, and she's visiting America for reasons unknown to her.

"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm glad you enjoyed." The pilot smiled as he glanced back at her, he was young, early twenties, late teens. It was a shame that he was doing this.

"Now, Davies, remember to follow the air traffic controller's guidance. It's very important as this is a busy airfield." The senior officer commented.

The aircraft taxied off the runway and turned towards a small patch of concrete that was filled with other aircraft.

"Let's drop off our passenger before we finish off your training." The senior officer added.

The aircraft stopped on the little patch of concrete and Elizabeth climbed out of the aircraft, calling out her thanks as an airman hurried out to cart her luggage off the aircraft.

Elizabeth scanned the area quickly and spied a man waiting on the far edge of the small concrete square and even from this distance, she could see the Colonel stripes.

She made her way across the concrete square and came to a stop just in front of him. Neither of them wore their caps so no one saluted.

"Colonel Phillips, I presume?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"Yes." The man answered, the impatient look on his face didn't budge. "And you must be Flight Officer Jones?"

"Yes, sir." She replied. The smile didn't leave her face.

"Welcome to America, Miss Jones." Colonel Phillips said shortly. "I hope your journey was good."

"It was." Elizabeth confirmed.

"It's time to skip formalities, Miss Jones. I am guessing that your superiors didn't tell you what you're doing here, but that was on my order. Those Germans are getting peskier." Colonel Phillips began walking away from the patch of concrete. "But you and I are going to have a chat in private. Follow me."

She followed him to a building to the left of the Air Traffic Control Centre, inside was a small corridor with four doors, two of them were for the washroom and another seemed to be for a waiting area. The last room was an office with a desk that was piled sky high with folders and all sorts of papers.

Colonel Phillips left her in the doorway and he made a beeline for the desk, he began shuffling through the papers on the desk.

"Take a seat, Miss Jones." Colonel Phillips ordered.

Elizabeth moved forward and took a seat on the settee, Colonel Phillips moved around his desk, bringing with him a stack of brown paper files bound by coarse string.

He placed the stack on the end of the desk and looked at her. "Have you been told anything about why you're here, Miss Jones?" he asked.

"No, sir." Elizabeth replied.

"Good. That means people actually listen to my commands." Colonel Phillips said grimly, "We've been gathering some of the greatest minds in the Allied countries to work on this new project. And you've been highly recommended by those high up in Britain's military."

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. Her superiors have noticed her and they recommended her?

"I'm not the best person to tell you every detail about this project, so, I'm going to give you these files." He said, passing over the files. She held the heavy stack on her knees. "These are the men shortlisted for the project. In less than two weeks' time, training will be starting and it's up to you to bring in the nineteen men. One of them has already been selected, bringing the total to twenty. His file should be on top of the pile. I don't know why he was selected." Colonel Phillips grumbled the last sentence under his breath.

"Is there someone I can talk to about this project, sir?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes. There is someone waiting for your arrival at the base." Colonel Phillips said. "He's the brains behind it all, he can tell you everything you want to know. His name is Doctor Abraham Erskine. There's a hundred files in there." He added, pointing to the stack of files.

"No problem, sir." Elizabeth said confidently. "This is easy."

"That's what I like to hear." Colonel Phillips said, he cracked a smile. "There's a car waiting for you with your luggage in it just up the road past the Air Traffic Control Tower."

Elizabeth stood up and clasped the files to her chest. "Thank you, sir. And thank you for this opportunity." She said, she smiled at him and then he dismissed her, saying that he would be at the camp before training is due to start.

She left the room with her arms full of folders and her mind reeling with questions, if this project is so secretive, then maybe only one person knows about the project fully.

Elizabeth followed Colonel Phillip's directions and found the car that would take her to her new home for the unforeseeable future. Her luggage was already stashed away inside and the driver, who was a part of the Air Force, was waiting just outside the car. He threw a salute up and she was moderately surprised.

Most forces had unheard of the WAAF and if they had, most of them ignore the officer ranks but, it looks as though someone high up had briefed the soldiers about her arrival and that she should get the respect of a salute.

She nodded her head at him instead of saluting, smiled and then shook his hand as she introduced herself to the man.

"It'll only be a ten-minute drive, Ma'am. I hope you'll be comfortable in the back." The driver said with a smile and the American charm shone through, he opened the door for her and she slid into the seat.

The leather seats were clearly new and she sank back almost happily, no matter how much she loves being up in the air and soaring through the sky she can never say no to a car ride.

As soon as the car rolled up at the gates just in front of the entrance to the camp, the car was told to stop in the parking bay and she was asked to book in.

She was told to hand over her military ID and then a photo was taken, this was pasted quickly onto her new ID card, just for this camp and was told to keep it on her person at all times.

Elizabeth got back into the car and the car was waved through quickly, the car drove right up to her new billet. There was a corporal from the army waiting on the curb just outside the billet with his hands clasped in front of him and his beret was askew. He looked young, maybe he was a new recruit. He had clearly been told an officer was arriving but maybe not the gender since the look of surprise on his face clearly gave him up when the door opened and Lowry climbed out.

After a second-delay he put his hand up in a salute and she nodded back at him, clearly, he was not expecting a woman to stand in front of him.

"Welcome to Camp Le-High, Ma'am." The corporal said, the driver got out, nodded at the corporal and smiled as he headed to the boot. "I'll take your luggage and then I'll show you to your billet."

The corporal reached for the luggage and carried it all by himself, ignoring Elizabeth's protests. He led her up the path towards the brown building and pushed the door open. The front door opened up to a small hallway decorated with various American military personnel, there were two doors leading away from it. The corporal set the luggage down in the hallway and took a small key from the ledge beside him.

"The door just there," He began, pointing to the door immediately to the right of the main door, "Leads to an office which Colonel Phillips has granted for your use during your time here. And the other door leads to the beds." He added, he passed over the small key and then handed over another key to her. "These are your keys, the smaller one is the office key. Is there anything else I can help you with, Ma'am?" he asked. He rolled onto the balls of his feet and he looked as though he was itching to leave.

"Yes, there is." She said, he looked momentarily disappointed but then got his expressions in check. "Can you give me directions to Doctor Erskine's office?" She asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. There's a large grey building just past the ammunition bunker, his office is in there. The main desk is always manned and they can show you to the office." The corporal said.

"Thank you, corporal." Elizabeth said, nodding her head. "You're dismissed." She added. The corporal saluted and she nodded back at him, as soon as she had nodded, he turned tail and disappeared.

She guessed that he was uncomfortable around her, being a female officer she was used to the male soldiers feeling like that around her.

Elizabeth moved her things into the room and saw there were beds laid out equally, all singles and all pushed back against the wall leaving a walkway in the middle. There were twenty beds for her to choose from and she chose the one nearest to the door.

She dumped the files on the unmade bed and dragged her things closer to the bed. After moving the files into the sparse office, she took a look around. There was a desk that was completely empty and it was pushed up against the wall with a window just above it, showing an excellent view of the training grounds and parade square. There were a few counters running along the walls and it looked cramped.

Elizabeth locked the office door behind her and grabbed a notebook and pencil from her luggage and left the billet. She could see the grey building the corporal had talked about as she locked the door behind her.

She stepped off and headed for the building, meeting a few squads along the road as they marched. The grey building was on the other side of the camp but she enjoyed the walk despite how long it took and the amount of times she had to salute.

Once inside the grey building, she walked up to the desk and asked where Doctor Erskine's office is and she was taken down various corridors and she knew that she would get lost. Her guide stopped and showed her the door and then turned on his heel and left her there.

Elizabeth raised her hand and rapped on the door sharply three times and waited until a 'Come in!' rang out in a strong German accent.

She pushed the door open and peered in with a warm smile on her face, standing across the room, holding a book open in a cosy looking office in rich colours was a man with a friendly smile and happy eyes.

The man looked slightly taller than her and his hair was receding, he wore spectacles on the bridge of his nose and he peered over the top of them to look at her.

"Ah." He said, he closed the book and smiled at her. "You must be Flight Officer Jones," the man's accent was very strong and Elizabeth almost itched to start up a conversation in German with him.

"And you must be Doctor Erskine." Elizabeth smiled as she stepped into the room, she closed the door behind her and then turned to him. He crossed the room to meet her and they offered their hands at the same time. "It's good to meet you. Would you prefer to converse in German, Doctor?" She asked, she spoke the last part in German.

He looked shocked to see her speak in German but he smiled again, "No, it's alright, we can speak in English, my dear." He replied, Elizabeth nodded her agreement and was slightly surprised that he didn't ask why she knew German, but then again, many girls from the United Kingdom chose to learn another language, sometimes German, sometimes French. "Have you just arrived, my dear?" He asked as he took a seat on a comfortable looking armchair and then he gestured for her to sit in the arm chair opposite him.

Elizabeth sat down and almost sank in the plush fabric, "Yes. I've just dropped my things off at my billet and I've come to pick your brains, if that's alright, just because I'm still not sure about that this project." She answered.

"Ask away, my dear. I know it is so unfortunate that we must be so secretive. But alas, that's the way the world works now." Doctor Erskine said with a smile, he leant back in his seat and opened his palms to show her that he has no secrets.

Elizabeth opened her notebook and gripped her pencil tighter as she began the questions, most of them were simple and after she got them out of the way, it was time to tread into more depth. During this part, Doctor Erskine pulled out a hidden bottle of a German spirit and gleefully told her he had smuggled a few bottles out. They drank three quarters that night and Doctor Erskine was happily drunk.

Now that she had her information, she could leave. Elizabeth played being tipsy, though the strong spirit hadn't even touched her, she had to pretend to wobble on her feet and sway.

Once outside of the room, she walked with a clear head and with purpose. She did find it difficult to navigate her way through the halls but once she was out, she was power walking back to her billet. It was already late and the guards were on duty, three times she was stopped and she had to showed her new pass to get by.

She reached her billet and let herself into her office. She dropped the book off and locked the office again, she hastily made the bed and climbed inside, intending to rise before breakfast was served to get a few hours' work in.

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