America's Sweetheart (Steve Rogers) - 1

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"You always throw ammunition at people?" Mo looked down from the ladder she was up the next afternoon as she was trying to repair a wing, and saw Steve looking up at her.

"Sorry...I needed to prove a point." She smirked, tightening a bolt with a wrench. "I was very satisfied." Getting down, she wiped her hands and shoved the wrench back into the toolbox. "There's nothing that gives me great satisfaction than proving Phillips wrong."

Steve shifted. "So you threw a grenade at us?"

"One: technically I threw it at you, two: It was a dummy, and three: yes because that's what it took to make him realise that Erskine made the right choice."

"So you've heard then?"

"News travels fast around here."

Only that morning, Erskine had announced in an unscheduled meeting that he was to choose Rogers, and Mo couldn't help but feel triumph as she saw Phillips face. "He's still skinny, meeting adjourned," Phillips had grunted and got up.

"Like you and Stark?" Steve then realised what he said. "Sorry...I didn't mean to say that."

The rumours of the pair had been the main gossip around the base, and he had wondered whether they were true. He wouldn't be surprised if a guy like Stark chose her, or visa versa. She was probably the most beautiful woman he'd laid eyes on.

She casually shrugged it off. "Stark knows he never has any kind of chance and yet he still tries, it's all just schoolyard whispers." Of course she and Howard were going to be the cause of speculation given how many times he'd asked her to walk out with him. "Anyway...looks like you are the right choice. I knew from the start that Erskine wasn't going to choose anyone else."

He now looked at her. "You really think someone like me could do it?"

"We need a man who thinks outside the box...you took that flagpole down in a way no one else thought of, and was the first one to do so in seventeen years, jumped on a grenade. Those men may have better health specs, but believe me they do not have the same amount of courage as you do." Mo smiled. "We need more men like you, not just for the war, but in this world."

"Even with Asthma?"

"Even with that." She smirked.

Steve eyed her. "You've heard what the other cadets say about you and Agent Carter right?"

She snorted "I really wouldn't worry about them. They certainly wouldn't be able to handle me if I walked out with one of them."

"You've got a good right hook on you...guess I shouldn't worry too much."

She blushed slightly. He was charming and certainly hadn't the idea to try and say anything to offend her. "You shouldn't worry about me either. I'm a big girl. I can handle a few sexist comments from silly little boys."

Steve looked at her, curious to know just what had drawn her to her specific job. "Why flying?"

She stopped and looked a little wistful. "I guess I just liked the idea of having wings...to be able to go anywhere and everywhere. In all honestly? I don't even know why I'm here. The only thing I'm good for now is aerial surveillance and test flights but even that is far and few. Phillips likes to keep my feet firmly on the ground." Steve could see she seemed a little lost at this. "What use is being a pilot if I can't even put that to use? It's the only credential I have..."

"Because Phillips judgement is clouded..."

"At least you get to prove your worth. After you have this serum? You're our best hope."