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Sorry for the silence. Been busy with life and working on my post, decided to rewrite part of it. Not sure if I should do one entire intro post or split it into two parts.


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C A P T A I N A M E R I C A


"Glory to our great people, the people victorious!
Eternal glory to the heroes who fell in the struggle against the enemy
and gave their lives for the freedom and happiness of our people!"
- Joseph Stalin

???
BRAVE NEW WORLD

The first sound Steve hears is a vibrant swell of trombones and trumpets from a nearby radio. Then, the infectious sounds of cheering and laughter coming from a few rooms over. As his eyes open gradually, he takes in his surroundings, slowly coming to the realization he's in a room. He pushes himself up in the bed and finds the other beds empty, recently made and pressed. His gaze drifts to the window on the far side of the room with a view of the outside world, set against a backdrop of farmland framed against the gray sky. Light rain taps rhythmically against the glass, which strangely complements the tail end of the music from the radio. Just then, a thick English accent crackles through the speaker, bursting with excitement.

"Celebrations continue across the country as thousands rejoice at the end of the Nazi war machine! Here in London, jubilant crowds have flocked to Buckingham Palace, their joy palpable with every glimpse of the royal family on the balcony. So far, they have appeared three times throughout the day, each occasion igniting waves of cheer from the masses. Over at Piccadilly, servicemen and civilians are merrymaking in such a collective manner not seen in a long while. And there are also reports that some individuals have taken a dip in the fountains at Trafalgar Square. With the pubs and dance halls promising to stay open all night long, it is quite evident that the party is only just getting started on V-E Day!"

As another lively tune begins to play, Steve absorbs the news in absolute silence, his heart swelling with a profound sense of contentment. The war is finally over, Europe has been liberated from fascist oppression, and justice can finally be served against those who orchestrated atrocities against the innocent. This moment, this feeling, is nothing short of euphoric. Then, he looks at the empty bed across from him and his heart sinks. Bucky should be here with him, celebrating by his side, not dead with no body to bury. A part of him foolishly hopes he might have gone to the bathroom or gone to the raucous party down the hall. But no, Bucky... is dead, killed in action. There is no way of denying it, nor praying he walks through the door to greet him with that sweet smile of his. Steve understands that, but it doesn't stop his thoughts from inevitably retracing every second on that damn plane.

It is so painfully fresh in his mind, etched in like a nightmare.

He shuts his eyes tightly, trying to ground himself amidst the whirlwind of sorrow and pain. Steve cannot afford to grieve at this moment; this isn't the time nor the place for it. Not until he understands where he is and what has happened to the rest of his unit. So he takes a deep breath, tosses the blanket aside, and swings his feet over the edge of the bed. He gathers his strength and hops off. And if not for the metal bed frame, he would have tumbled face-first onto the floor. It's admittedly surprising how agile he feels after intentionally crashing the plane into the ocean. He had honestly braced himself for far worse. A soft chuckle escapes him, the miracles of the serum playing their part once more.

But just as he's about to take another step, a sudden gasp halts him in his tracks. He looks up and sees a nurse standing in the doorway, her eyes wide in disbelief. She quickly composes herself, smoothing her curly hair while colorful confetti falls to the floor, and rushes over to help. Steve lifts a hand to halt her approach, mustering a reassuring smile as he steadies himself against the bed frame with the other.

"Sorry for startling you, ma'am," he says, relieved and slightly astonished to still be standing upright.

"Are you alright? I heard- Oh!" A doctor appears, equally taken aback by the sight of his patient awake and on his feet. He strides toward them, adjusting his tie with a look of disbelief. "You're up—standing no less! H-how are you feeling?"

Steve doesn't know how to answer. He's in an unfamiliar place, with no clue how long he's been unconscious. It could have been weeks or even months since the assault on the research facility. The whereabouts of the Howlers, the rest of his squad, weigh heavily on his mind; for all he knows, they could be dead too, just like… No. Fury won't allow that to happen, not without a damn good reason. For all Steve knows, he and the others are probably still out there in Eastern Germany celebrating this 'V-E Day' alongside the Soviets. He clings to that desperate hope. He needs to because he's not sure he can bear any more loss. He already got his childhood friend killed, after all. The guilt would consume him whole.

Steve clears his throat and manages to say, "A bit thirsty."

"It would surprise me if you weren't," the doctor says and then turns to the nurse. "Get him some water and food, preferably some mashed potatoes to be safe."

The nurse nods, still shocked, and makes her way out of the room while seeming to tuck her hair behind her ear. But just as she slips out of view, Steve notices a subtle movement. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees her quickly insert something that looks like an earplug into her ear before vanishing from the room. That puts him on alert, which the doctor quickly picks up on. "Everything alright?" he asks sincerely out of concern.

Steve meets his gaze and forces out a smile while saying, "I'm fine."

The doctor, seemingly reassured, decides to begin a rather thorough physical examination. Steve complies, but the unease still lingers, causing him to further examine his surroundings. The radio is now playing classical music, and the party outside remains as lively as ever. All seems well, normal even. Then, he glances over to the window to see if the rain has let up. It hasn't, but that's when he notices something so tiny yet uncanny among the clouds. A black square. At first, he thinks it's his mind still adjusting to waking up, but with every blink, it remains. Before being able to grasp this bizarre sight, the doctor's deliberate cough snaps him back to reality.

"Are you sure you're okay?" the doctor probes again, lowering the clipboard.

Steve rubs his eyes, drawing in a steadying breath. "Must be my head playing tricks, but I swear I just saw something peculiar in the sky."

"Could very well be the case. I don't mind taking a peek, though," the doctor offers with a smile before heading towards the window to investigate. Steve begins to note all of the discrepancies now made apparent. The music from the radio sounds unnaturally clear, with the radio itself being immaculate. The noise from the party outside, the laughter and chatter, feels almost mechanical, as if on repeat. Not to mention the earplug the nurse used. He looks back at the doctor to see if he's doing anything else. But so far, he's just searching around. Then, for a split second, his pupils dilate as if he sees the square. And yet his face remains unreadable; instead, he deftly scribbles something down on the clipboard. "I didn't find anything strange," he states, his tone gentle, "As you have alluded to, your mind is simply just grappling with hallucinations that many patients encounter after enduring... challenging experiences like yours. This will pass within a day, at worst."

Steve struggles to trust him, even though the information makes total sense. The secrecy surrounding everything is quite tiresome to maneuver in his current state. So, just this one time, he decides to stop playing along and rip the band-aid off.

"Where are we?" he asks bluntly.

"Odstock Hospital, near Salisbury," the doctor replies while getting ready to continue the exam. "It's a quaint village that-"

But before he can finish, Steve pushes himself off the bed in frustration, surprising the doctor. "No—where are we really?"

The doctor nervously chuckles, now clearly confused. "I.. I don't understand."

In one swift motion, Steve snatches the clipboard from his grip and skims through the pages, each glimpse of its contents only raises more questions that would have to go unanswered for now. As the doctor's pleas quickly morph into threats of calling security, the urgency to wrap up heightens. Then, he stumbles upon a hastily scrawled note at the bottom of the second-to-last page: 'fix dead pixel at right corner. patient spots it.'

The black square is supposedly a 'dead pixel,' a term he has never heard before in his life. But why would the doctor bother to mention this? It isn't like anyone else is... Steve suddenly feels the urge to run as far as possible from this place. So he acts on his instinct by hurling the clipboard at the doctor, the edge of it striking him squarely in the face. Seizing the chance, Steve bolts past him, only to crash headlong into the nurse in the hallway. They both tumbled to the ground, sending her tray of mashed potatoes to the floor and shattering the glass of water. The dazed nurse looks at him and tries to ask if he's alright. But Steve, fueled by adrenaline, doesn't wait for her to start and springs back to his feet.

Ignoring the frantic shouts of the nurse pleading for him to stop, he charges toward the double doors. He has little idea of what awaits him on the other side, but he's more than ready to adapt to any situation. But instead of a stairway, he finds himself in a desolate room that resembles a warehouse. Steve staggers around the back of the makeshift set, trying his hardest not to freak out. He sees another double door in the distance ahead and makes a beeline for it.

As Steve flings the doors open with all his might, he abruptly finds himself surrounded by at least a dozen people. They aren't all armed, but could easily hold their own if it came to that. One of them, a man in a trench coat and sporting an eye patch, makes his way through the crowd rather nonchalantly, as if he anticipated this. He lowers a man's baton before staring at him in restrained awe, a look Steve has faced countless times before, whether from seasoned generals or bewildered civilians. But he's doing an impressive job of showing restraint as he turns to the man and admonishes him, "Put that away, agent. No need for theatrics anymore."

He walks toward Steve and extends a hand in greeting, a gesture of peace amidst the standoff, "Corporal Nicholas Fury."


I'd still be down. Don't wanna abandon Venom and Eddie.

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C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

"We cannot wait for time to absolve us."
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Steven "Steve" Rogers
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27 | Single
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United States Army | American

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N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
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T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...
T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...
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"Duty, bravery, and sacrifice. These are the values that represent Captain America to our nation and democracy abroad. He is a hero to the world, a warrior to our adversaries, and a patriot to us—the American people. This is his story. From a frail child orphaned at a young age, Steven Rogers refused to let them define him growing up. Denied enlistment in the Army, he volunteered for a program conceived during World War II. One that molded him into the world's first super soldier. He fought valiantly against Nazi and HYDRA forces, earning his stripes and proving his mettle on the battlefield. He made the ultimate sacrifice in service to his country, showcasing the very essence of true patriotism and heroism."
The Star-Spangled Man: Captain America's Enduring Legacy.

"A Norwegian oil company has discovered what appears to be a significant number of wrecked aircraft during a recent seabed survey. Although officials have begun mapping the area where the wrecks were found, experts suggest that the planes could date back to World War II."
Underwater Plane Graveyard of WWII-era Aircrafts Found, BBC.

Nick Fury Jr. knows where he was and what he was doing when he got told the news. He was overseeing the final reports of the night in his office when he received news from the Arctic team that had been sent out the previous day. They found him. Frozen. Intact. Alive. A fury of questions, hypotheses, and explanations clogged his mind, ready to burst at the seams. Then, before he had a chance to process it all, he was sent a photo of him. And for a full minute, Nick just laughs. Laughs hard. Laughs out loud. Laughs until he is tearing up and nearly out of breath. The absurdity of it all—of his life at this point—is utterly hilarious.

His father, Nicholas Fury Sr., remained adamant that his brother-in-arms was still alive "somewhere in the cold," insisting it was "his responsibility to bring him back home." Even though he was a highly respected man who had served his country time and time again, those around him thought he was chasing after a ghost to atone for his failure in the Korean War with the Howlers. And when his age was beginning to show, the "burden" was passed onto the son. "Find and bring him back home," he ordered firmly like he always had. Nick couldn't accept what he saw as an old man's delusions, even if those words came from a man he once admired.

That photo, however, vindicated his father and validated every seemingly ludicrous claim he'd ever made about his comrade.

Then there was The Reach, who extended a hand to the world while concealing a scalpel in the other. And as soon as their deception was exposed, they declared war on Earth. Nick fought back against the invaders, of course. It was his home. He witnessed the aliens leave and detonate what was essentially a dirty bomb, altering the genetic code of thousands in an instant. The fallout turned into a national security concern and a grave embarrassment for S.H.I.E.L.D., which failed to act appropriately. Disillusioned, Nick decided to leave and offered his services to The Agency, a decision that didn't sit well with his father at all.

And now, here he is, the only person on the entire planet who knows that he is still, against all odds, alive. And he is still laughing. The only reason he stops is that the Arctic team requests further instructions regarding him. Hell, Nick can't even bring himself to say his name. He composes himself and orders them not to disturb anything until he is personally on site. Then, he contacts his right-hand man, Phillip Coulson, and informs him they are heading for Norway. He doesn't say why. Next, he begins to organize the logistics, from securing a big enough plane to gathering the necessary equipment to safely extract him from the thick sea ice.

Nick makes the conscious decision to keep everything under wraps from his bosses. He knows of the wrath that would await him from The Wall once he sets foot in the Oval Office to deliver his report after his deception is undoubtedly revealed by one of his agents. That, or he manages to keep it quiet long enough to divulge it. Yet, the potential consequences don't faze him in the slightest. He has a plan, one that would finally bring security to the country he and his father bled for so many times. The details are still mostly forming in his mind, but a ten-hour flight would provide him with plenty of time to refine them.

Just as he is about to leave, Nick reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his phone. He considers calling his father to apologize for ever doubting him, to reveal that he has been found alive, and to ask if he wants to join him. It would be a chance to reconnect after being apart for so long, but instead, he tosses it into a drawer and slams it shut. No, there's too much at stake, especially when Nicholas is still holding the reins of S.H.I.E.L.D. aboard that helicarrier. It would be reckless to reveal him to the world for now. Not until the plan is set in motion. For now, Nick knows he has to leave for the Arctic.

Bring him back home. At least he can do that for his father. He has waited long enough.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Of course, my mind went straight to Captain America while reading the summary. But I want to do things slightly differently. The most obvious difference is that our boy hasn't been thawed out. He has only been found by the big baddies, who won't waste such a perfect opportunity. This would allow me to delve into the mystery and thriller genres, with a heavy hand of politics and suspense mixed in to make a good story.

After all, history is written by the victors.

That means Steven becomes an unwitting pawn for the government, being purposefully kept in the dark of its tyrannical nature by The Agency. Every action he takes is meticulously scrutinized, with Nick Fury Jr. monitoring his every move and suppressing any unwanted inquiries. Their relationship will be antagonistic in nature, with occasional moments of conviviality between the two men. Not necessarily full-on friends, that's for sure. And while he will be an essential character to my plot, I don't want to hoard him all to myself, given his importance to the overall Marvel universe.

If it hasn't been made clear, Captain America will be working alongside the Lord Administration via the Agency. I hope he serves as a point of contention with characters who are actively part of the resistance. However, that does not mean abandoning the core aspects of Captain America. He will still stand up for what is right, no matter the consequences, with his unwavering principles and moral conviction shining brightly through the darkness cast by Lord's America.

It's finally done. Also, good luck finding the song.

I also have a question as well. With the following in mind:

Establishing The Agency as the answer to a post-Reach CIA, military checkpoints have been unilaterally set up in Washington aswell as the cities of New York, Metropolis, Gotham, Coast, Gateway, Star, and Central, with more promised to come in an effort to contain the superhuman populace.

Does that mean ARGUS/S.H.I.E.L.D. was abolished, or did they never exist in the first place? Does that apply to the CIA as well, or is The Agency a separate government organization that works alongside other them and other organizations?

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

"We cannot wait for time to absolve us."
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Steven "Steve" Rogers
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27 | Single
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United States Army | American

N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S
N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S
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N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S
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T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...
T H E S T O R Y S O F A R...
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"Duty, bravery, and sacrifice. These are the values that represent Captain America to our nation and democracy abroad. He is a hero to the world, a warrior to our adversaries, and a patriot to us—the American people. This is his story. From a frail child orphaned at a young age, Steven Rogers refused to let them define him growing up. Denied enlistment in the Army, he volunteered for a program conceived during World War II. One that molded him into the world's first super soldier. He fought valiantly against Nazi and HYDRA forces, earning his stripes and proving his mettle on the battlefield. He made the ultimate sacrifice in service to his country, showcasing the very essence of true patriotism and heroism."
The Star-Spangled Man: Captain America's Enduring Legacy.

"A Norwegian oil company has discovered what appears to be a significant number of wrecked aircraft during a recent seabed survey. Although officials have begun mapping the area where the wrecks were found, experts suggest that the planes could date back to World War II."
Underwater Plane Graveyard of WWII-era Aircrafts Found, BBC.

Nick Fury Jr. knows where he was and what he was doing when he got told the news. He was overseeing the final reports of the night in his office when he received news from the Arctic team that had been sent out the previous day. They found him. Frozen. Intact. Alive. A fury of questions, hypotheses, and explanations clogged his mind, ready to burst at the seams. Then, before he had a chance to process it all, he was sent a photo of him. And for a full minute, Nick just laughs. Laughs hard. Laughs out loud. Laughs until he is tearing up and nearly out of breath. The absurdity of it all—of his life at this point—is utterly hilarious.

His father, Nicholas Fury Sr., remained adamant that his brother-in-arms was still alive "somewhere in the cold," insisting it was "his responsibility to bring him back home." Even though he was a highly respected man who had served his country time and time again, those around him thought he was chasing after a ghost to atone for his failure in the Korean War with the Howlers. And when his age was beginning to show, the "burden" was passed onto the son. "Find and bring him back home," he ordered firmly like he always had. Nick couldn't accept what he saw as an old man's delusions, even if those words came from a man he once admired.

That photo, however, vindicated his father and validated every seemingly ludicrous claim he'd ever made about his comrade.

Then there was The Reach, who extended a hand to the world while concealing a scalpel in the other. And as soon as their deception was exposed, they declared war on Earth. Nick fought back against the invaders, of course. It was his home. He witnessed the aliens leave and detonate what was essentially a dirty bomb, altering the genetic code of thousands in an instant. The fallout turned into a national security concern and a grave embarrassment for S.H.I.E.L.D., which failed to act appropriately. Disillusioned, Nick decided to leave and offered his services to The Agency, a decision that didn't sit well with his father at all.

And now, here he is, the only person on the entire planet who knows that he is still, against all odds, alive. And he is still laughing. The only reason he stops is that the Arctic team requests further instructions regarding him. Hell, Nick can't even bring himself to say his name. He composes himself and orders them not to disturb anything until he is personally on site. Then, he contacts his right-hand man, Phillip Coulson, and informs him they are heading for Norway. He doesn't say why. Next, he begins to organize the logistics, from securing a big enough plane to gathering the necessary equipment to safely extract him from the thick sea ice.

Nick makes the conscious decision to keep everything under wraps from his bosses. He knows of the wrath that would await him from The Wall once he sets foot in the Oval Office to deliver his report after his deception is undoubtedly revealed by one of his agents. That, or he manages to keep it quiet long enough to divulge it. Yet, the potential consequences don't faze him in the slightest. He has a plan, one that would finally bring security to the country he and his father bled for so many times. The details are still mostly forming in his mind, but a ten-hour flight would provide him with plenty of time to refine them.

Just as he is about to leave, Nick reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his phone. He considers calling his father to apologize for ever doubting him, to reveal that he has been found alive, and to ask if he wants to join him. It would be a chance to reconnect after being apart for so long, but instead, he tosses it into a drawer and slams it shut. No, there's too much at stake, especially when Nicholas is still holding the reins of S.H.I.E.L.D. aboard that helicarrier. It would be reckless to reveal him to the world for now. Not until the plan is set in motion. For now, Nick knows he has to leave for the Arctic.

Bring him back home. At least he can do that for his father. He has waited long enough.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Of course, my mind went straight to Captain America while reading the summary. But I want to do things slightly differently. The most obvious difference is that our boy hasn't been thawed out. He has only been found by the big baddies, who won't waste such a perfect opportunity. This would allow me to delve into the mystery and thriller genres, with a heavy hand of politics and suspense mixed in to make a good story.

After all, history is written by the victors.

That means Steven becomes an unwitting pawn for the government, being purposefully kept in the dark of its tyrannical nature by The Agency. Every action he takes is meticulously scrutinized, with Nick Fury Jr. monitoring his every move and suppressing any unwanted inquiries. Their relationship will be antagonistic in nature, with occasional moments of conviviality between the two men. Not necessarily full-on friends, that's for sure. And while he will be an essential character to my plot, I don't want to hoard him all to myself, given his importance to the overall Marvel universe.

If it hasn't been made clear, Captain America will be working alongside the Lord Administration via the Agency. I hope he serves as a point of contention with characters who are actively part of the resistance. However, that does not mean abandoning the core aspects of Captain America. He will still stand up for what is right, no matter the consequences, with his unwavering principles and moral conviction shining brightly through the darkness.


G R E E N A R R O W
G R E E N A R R O W

"Everything I've done, I do for the people—our neighbors!"
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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Oliver Jonas Queen
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“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly:
“but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
- H. P. Lovecraft, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

“The world is a fine place and worth fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”
- Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

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"I awaked each morning in a fever, sometimes frantically trying to verify or discredit such information as fell within the range of modern human knowledge.
Traditional facts took on new and doubtful aspects, and I marvelled at the dream-fancy which could invent such surprising addenda to history and science.
I shivered at the mysteries the past may conceal, and trembled at the menaces the future may bring forth."
- H. P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Out of Time

“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. It's been that way all this year. It's been that way so many times. All of war is that way.”

"Two things make the future real, the artist's imagination and the worker's hope. Fascism destroys both."

This is exactly what I've been waiting for. Perfect fit for either Green Arrow or Captain America.
Got done with my long final paper and had time to post. Sorry for the wait.
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