Steve got his height and weight recorded with embarrassnt. Then he was made to sit in a cabinet.
A Sergeant ca in with a file.
"Steven Grant Rogers, I am afraid you are not fit for service." He said.
Steve instantly fell into disappointnt but suddenly rembered the card.
"Sir, Major General Universe gave this card to . He told
to give it to my dical examiner." He handed it.
The Sargent took it and checked it. His eyes widened and quickly left the cabin. Soon Dr. Erskine entered.
"How did you get this card?" He asked.
Steve truthfully told everything. Erskine was wondering how the boy got it or what did Alexander see in him. But after talking a bit he felt that the boy was perfect. Maybe not in body but surely in terms of mind.
"Okay, let's get the little man enrolled. Where are you originally from?"
"Brooklyn," Steve replied.
"Report to the camp in a week," Erskine said and handed the file to Steve.
...
The next week, all the new recruits reported in the field. Colonel Phillips, Erskine, and Agent Carter were there to check.
Colonel Phillips spoke first. "All of you are the strongest boys in this country. You all have been chosen for a purpose. All those who complete this training and the test successfully, will work under the direct command of Major General Universe. Now, Agent Carter will take over." He went to talk to Erskine.
"He's the one?" Phillips asked, pointing at Steve.
"Yes, he's the one," Erskine replied.
"God save this country," Colonel Phillips exclaid and left.
...
In the remaining 8 months of training and assessnt, Alexander appeared many tis and trained the n himself. He tested Steve many tis and was sure that no one other than Steve deserved to be Captain Arica.
But before the experint, he went on a mission. To help establish a pro-allies governnt there.
The mission was successful but his plane was shot down while returning.
[mory ends]
"Goddammit Dobby, how can you swim so fast with such body" Alexander shouted at Dobby swimming a hundred ters ahead of him.
They had been swimming for the last 18 hours and finally ca close to the shore. Soon their race ended as Dobby won.
"Swear to
that you didn't use magic," Alexander shouted.
"I didn't, but my body is made of magic so that doesn't count. We elves are very good swimrs. By the way boss, I want a nice pizza." Dobby said and dried his clothes.
Alexander rembered the deal. Now he'd have to cook their als. "Haha... Well, I like cooking so no harm done. I'll put so pineapple on your pizza, Dobby. Just the way you like it." Alexander replied and also dried his clothes with magic. After all, a man of his rank shouldn't look bad. He might not be Arica's ass but he sure was Arica's Grandpa.
"Wait, I hate pineapples boss... WAIT" Dobby quickly followed him. Soon they entered a small town.
"Well, Dobby. You go and find a newspaper while I go and buy a cigar," he said. One couldn't look badass in that era without a cigar after all.
The seashore town was quite small but beautiful. Though many of the buildings had fallen down probably due to air raids. From the style of the buildings, he could see so greek resemblance.
He walked to a shop and talked to the seller. The guy spoke Greek so Alexander already knew where he was. A little more and he knew his precise location.
He was on a big Island called Crete Island, just south of mainland Greece. He was in the small town of Retimo.
~Wait, doesn't this island also get taken over by Nazis after they fully take over Greece. If I rember correctly, British, New Zealand, and Australian forces should be here at the mont to defend this island as it's a very important strategic position. If the Nazis get this then they'll be easily able to strengthen their attack on Egypt.~ Alexander thought.
"Hey, are you buying anything?" The shopkeeper asked. Being annoyed that Alexander had asked so much but hadn't bought anything yet.
"Ah yes yes. Give
3 cigars, you got any Cuban?" Alexander asked, with not much hope. As Cuban cigars weren't famous yet and most of the other ones were made in Arican factories near Florida.
"Yes, I do but it's not cheap. Not many people buy it. I don't even know why I bought it. It's been sitting in my shop for months." The man spoke and took out a nicely seal packed box.
"Wait, I'll buy the whole box," Alexander said, he was certain that it was the original pack of 25.
"How much do you want?"
"10,000 Drachma." The man said. At that ti, 10,000 Greek Drachma was equal to 25 USD.
"You take Arican dollars?" Alexander asked.
"Sorry, no dollar."
"Alright, what about this?" He took out 5 gold coins. After all, everyone liked gold.
"Yes, this is acceptable. You can take the cigar. Pleasure doing business"
Alexander was sure that those gold coins were worth a lot more than 25 dollars. Well, no harm is done. He had tonnes of gold lying in his dinsional pocket.
He walked out and lit up the cigar. Just outside the Shop beside a wall, there was a bench. He went there and sat down to relax and wait for Dobby.
Beside him sat a little blue-eyed, blond-haired girl in a blue sundress. She looked about 4 or 5 years old. Her clothes were untidy and there was so dust on her hair and face too.
She had her eyes closed and hands in a praying position. Alexander silently looked at the cute one.
He really got intrigued and looked at her surface thoughts.
"God, pweashe gib Amy shweeth carroth. Uncle Henry saysh momma and pappa are with you. Amy mishsh momma and pappa."
Alexander's heart ached to hear that. The girl must have lost her parents in air raids. She must also be hungry.
Alexander waved his hand and a carrot as long as the girl herself fell in her lap. She noticed the sudden weight.
She picked it up and then quickly jumped from the bench and started dancing with the carrot raised above her head like a prized possession. But there was a problem that Alexander had just realized. The girl was acting weird.
"Yay, God gib Amy carroth, God gib..." She danced.
Suddenly she tripped on a stone and was about to fall. Alexander quickly ca and grabbed her.
"Be careful, Amy." He said.
"Wah...Mishther know my na?" She questioned. Not looking him in the eyes but sowhere random.
Alexander's doubts beca clear. ~She's Blind~
He looked in her mories and they were only sounds and feelings of touch. There were no other images or color, only darkness but still happiness. Her parents had given her a very happy life. But then Hitler happened.
~I Will make sure he doesn't commit suicide and torture him before killing with my own hands.~ he vowed.
"Oh, you were just dancing a while back while shouting your na, Amy." Alexander warmly said as he caressed her hair.
"Amy, are you hungry? I can cook very delicious food you know. Co with , we will eat until we beco like pigs." Alexander cheered her on.
She giggled, "Reawwy? I like carroths." She replied.
"Haha, then let's go to my kitchen." But then Alexander saw so soldiers headed towards him. Their leader seed to be major ranked.
They ca to him. 2 of them pointed their rifles at him. "Who are you?"
"Hmm, I thought my dress would've answered it by now. Anyway, I am Major General Alexander Maxim Universe, U.S Army. My plane was shot down and I swam to this island with my adjutant, Colonel Dobby. Oh, speak of the devil, there he is." Dobby walked towards him with a big bag on his back and a Karabiner 98k bolt action rifle. God knows where he found it but he also brought sothing valuable to Alexander. An M1917 revolver.
"Good, Major, et my adjutant, Colonel Dobby." He introduced.
"Pleased to et you. I am Major Edwin Hols."
"Good, now take
to your commanding officer, Major. Let's go," Alexander said in a bit authoritative tone and it probably brushed the guy off wrongly.
"Sorry but I don't take orders from you, now surrender all your weapons and co with " Major Hols ordered arrogantly.
But suddenly airplane noises started coming. It was very loud.
"Sir, it's an air raid. We should take cover" one of the soldiers told Major.
"Oh no, boom boom ish back" little Amy worriedly spoke out. She must have so really bad mories attached to that sound. Alexander decided to take care of the incoming flies right there and then.
"Dobby, give
the revolver," he said.
"Here you go, boss"
Alexander loading 5 bullets for the 5 planes. Leaving the last slot empty.
"Have you gone mad?" The major shouted.
Alexander just ignored him and aid at the oncoming bombers.
The sound kept on increasing more and more. Dobby had taken his place with the old fashioned cara which god knows where he got from.
As soon as the 5 planes opened their hatches to drop the bombs, he fired in a split second.
*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM*
After a few seconds, five loud booms sounded in the sky. The 5 planes got blasted in mid-air by a revolver.
"You were saying sothing major?" Alexander looked at Major Hols straight in the eyes.
"N-No, Sir. Please follow , I'll take you to Colonel Wilson." He respectfully said.
"Good, lead the way. Hey Amy. Let's go. We'll eat food soon. The boom boom has gone away." He warmly said and carefully put her on his shoulders.
"Grab grandpa's head tightly, okay?"
She did as asked and tightly grabbed his head and hair. "Um... Yes, Glanpa"
"Haha... Let's go" he happily walked. Unknown to him that Dobby had recorded both, his badass and loving nature.
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