1944
The howling commandos were sitting at the bar where they usually would be. All except for Steve that is.
He was talking to Howard Stark about the missions coming up as he wanted to get ahead.
"Can you track where they are or where they're heading?" Steve asked Howard intensely.
Howard fiddled with some buttons on the screen in front of his before replying, "Nope. Looks like the slippery bastards got away yet again." He looked across at Steve, seeing the disappointment and guilt on his face. "But of course thats no fault of yours. Or anyone else's. They are just freakishly prepared," he said, trying to cheer him up.
Steve just nodded in return.
"Why do you care so much about Schmidt and Zola. I mean, I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm just curious. Because people get away y'know. Thats just the truth of war my friend."
Steve sighed before answering him. "I had this friend. He was Bucky's twin brother actually. His name was George but we all called him Tommo. Well when the 107th got captured, Tommo got taken with them. Him and Bucky were taken to the same isolation room and before I got there, Schmidt took him away and killed him. If I had gotten there a few minutes earlier, he would be alive. So I guess what I'm trynna say is that Schmidt's the reason I lost a brother and he needs to pay for that. He needs to see how much pain he caused to a lot of people." Steve finished and relaxed back in his chair.
Howard didn't really know what to say in this situation. He was more the jokey kind and this clearly was no time for jokes.
Luckily Steve noticed the awkwardness in the room so he continued. "All three of us went to that show sorta thing you did in Brooklyn before the war. Yknow, the one with the 'flying car'," he said using air quotes. "It was a triple date. Tommo set each of us up with a girl," Steve said reminiscing.
"You, on a date with a real human girl before the serum?" Howard joked.
Steve smiled at his friends antics. "You and him would've gotten on very well Howard. You're too similar for your own good."
Steve told him more stories of the things they used to get up to as kids until he realised what time it was. "I really should get going. Make sure the guys don't drink themselves to death back there," he said making his way out the door.
"Good luck getting them away!" Howard yelled.
"Thanks, I'll need it!"
Steve made his way through the tents and towards the bar. He greeted a few people on his way but didn't stop to chat.
He stepped through the door, expecting to see the howlies at their usual table chatting away, but instead saw Bucky with a glass in his hand with a half-drunk bottle next to him. He made his way over to his friend.
"Buck, look. He is still gonna be dead when you are done with the bottle, so you can't drink your problems away bud," Steve said in the most comforting way possible. He knew it was hard to hear. It was hard for him to even say. But Bucky needed to hear it.
Bucky drank the rest of his glass before setting back down on the table. He adjusted himself in the chair and looked back at Steve.
"I know," he mumbled. "But i don't know what else to do. I cant go back to Becca and Mama and there's no breaks here. This is like the only time where I feel relaxed again. Care-free almost."
"That's understandable pal. I miss him too but we don't have much left of this war to win. In a few months this will all be over and we can go back to Brooklyn. Before you know it we will be eatin' your Ma's cookies again."
"Do you practice these in the bathroom or something," Bucky grinned.
"I might do," Steve replied, patting his back. The both laughed and made their way out of the bar.
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February, 1945
The experiments were a success and Schmidt was quite content with the results. He had a well trained, assassin at his disposal. The thing was, the soldier only had one human arm. He did have a functioning metal arm though.
After months of hard work and perseverance, Schmidt had finally created 'The Perfect Soldier'. The man didn't even know his own name. He knew nothing other than what he was told. And he was told very little other than 'eliminate'. Eliminate the enemy. Eliminate Captain America.
So far the second one had been unsuccessful but there was still hope. As each battle went on, Schmidt was nearing the time to unleash the soldier. He just needed the right opportunity.
Schmidt had a name for this soldier. He liked to call him Primus Miles which is Latin for the first soldier. He would also go by The Silver Soldier due to his metal arm.
Schmidt had only sent him out on patrol as a sniper so far and he was a pretty deadly one at that. He hadn't been sent out on missions yet and was never left unsupervised just in case he broke out of the mind control.
The mind control worked well so far along with the brainwashing. Zola had made the soldiers trigger words into German and Russian and so far the soldier could speak both fluently.
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Schmidt walked into the room where the soldier was.
"Soldat. Es ist Zeit für dich, diesen Ort zu verlassen und in feindliches Territorium zu gehen. Dr. Zola befand sich in einem Zug, der von Captain America und seinen Freunden entführt wurde. Also brauche ich Sie, um Soldaten durchzuführen und zu versuchen, ihn zurückzubringen. Bringen Sie alles oder jeden zurück, den Sie finden. Tot oder lebendig. Vorzugsweise lebendig, da ich noch keinen Weg gefunden habe, Menschen aus dem Jahrzehnt zurückzubringen, aber ich werde es tun. Sie werden in drei Tagen zurück sein. Missionsbericht, wenn Sie zurückkommen. Das wird alles sein."
("Soldier. It is time for you to step outside of this place and into enemy territory. Dr Zola was on a train that got hijacked by Captain America and his friends. So I need you to lead soldiers through and try and return him. Bring back anything or anyone you find. Dead or alive. Preferably alive though as I haven't yet found a way to bring back people from the dead yet but I will. You will be back in three days. Mission report when you get back. That will be all.")
The soldier got up without a word and went to the armoury. He loaded himself up with guns and knives in case the enemy was still there.
He made his way to where the truck is that would take them in was. It was lined with around 20 soldiers all at attention, ready for orders.
He commanded them in what to do and when to do it and to call him over if they found anything. They all replied with, "Ja, mein herr!" ("Yes sir!") and they set off into American territory.
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A/N
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy with school and I've started my GCSE work so I'm having to take it a lot more seriously than I was😭.
Also I apologise if the translation isnt right. I used google translate :)
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