Sloan Rogers was the fraternal twin brother of Steve Rogers. But unlike his brother, he was born different, a mutant.
While growing up, he had to watch as his brother suffered with his health and size. Meanwhile, Sloan was in perfect shape, and more...
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Why can't you see what you're doin' to me When you don't believe a word I say?
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France/1943.
Sloan sat at the foot of his small mattress, his knees drawn up to his chest with his dirt-covered hands gripping a letter between his knees. His eyes were slightly hooded from exhaustion, but the constant paranoia of an attack kept him awake. With a tired sigh, he unraveled the letter.
Sloan,
It's been two weeks since we left for the yards, the first week was brutal. Training every day, and every night. But none of its brutal torture compares to the lack of your presence. I can't sleep without you in my arms...This war will change us, I know it deep in my bones. I remember the look on my uncle's face when he came back from the first war.....I am scared I'll become a broken shell just like him. But I won't give up, because I know I'll always have you. I love you baby....I'll see you after this, promise.
B
Sloan blinked away the tears in his eyes and he lowered the letter, looking towards the flaps of the tent, watching as they softly moved, letting more dust settle in. The soldier stands and he slowly walks over. He peers out and watches as his comrades run in groups, continuously training.
....
New York/2014
Sloan sets down his glass of whiskey on the table near the tall window, keeping his dark eyes on the traffic down below, sighing near the glass, eyes refocusing as he spots the elevators to his office opening.
"Hacking my elevator, that's a new low for you. I thought anything with my building was beneath you. not worth your time." Sloan says, slowly turning to face his guest.
Tony rolls his eyes. "A trick a friend of mine showed me, wanted to see how fast it would take me. Barely a minute." Tony says
Sloan chuckles, grabbing his glass and stepping towards the Stark. "Hack away Stark, why waste my men on silly elevators, especially if that elevator leads them to the most dangerous man alive." Sloan teases
Tony begins to laugh, shaking his head. "Most dangerous man alive! Scratch anything I said about you not being able to make me laugh! Hilarious-"
He was cut off by a deadly blade right at his neck, the tip just barely grazing his skin, but it was just enough for it to start bleeding. "How is that for hilarious," Sloan whispers
"Right, I forgot, you had no sense of humor," Tony says, taking a small step back so the blade wasn't against his skin, wiping away the small trickle of blood.
Sloan lowers his weapon, stepping away and moving towards his minibar. "What will you be drinking, wait I know, Laphroaig," Sloan says, grabbing an empty glass and pouring a healthy amount of whiskey. "You remember," Tony asks
Sloan doesn't look up from his pour. "You forget, we used to be friends for a couple of years, before you betrayed me," Sloan says, turning and lifting the glass towards the billionaire. Tony scoffs. "I betrayed you?!" He sneers
Sloan lifts a brow, slowly lowering the glass back down onto the bar. "From what I recall, you had asked me to create a weapon that would weaponize bio-engineering! And I said no." Tony says "I had asked you to create a cure. Yes, it is a brutal solution, but we were going to work on the mechanics where it didn't create any harm for any mutants. It was a choice I was willing to give to the people who suffer like I suffered." Sloan says
Tony shakes his head. "I don't believe it, not for one second. All you wanted was power, even if that meant power against your kind." Tony says
Sloan pushes away from the bar, walking towards the Stark. "Why are you here then Tony? I know it's not because of this clean energy bullshit, what the hell do you want?" Sloan asks
Tony stares up at him with angry eyes. Suddenly he slams a stack of old letters into Sloan's chest, causing him to look down and grab hold of the paper before they fall. "When I found out your real surname, I remember reading about these old wartime letters...I bought the museum out. I thought you might want them." Tony states, his voice losing all emotion.
Before Sloan could say anything, Tony turned and he left.
Sloan doesn't attempt to call out to him, walking to his desk and setting down the letters, lifting one.
Sloan,
Sloan Rogers...Sloan Adam Rogers.....Sloan Adam Rogers-Barnes....no doesn't exactly sound right...Sloan Adam Barnes.....
Sloan....marry me.
I don't care anymore, I am miserable. War is miserable. Please make me the luckiest guy in the world and marry me. I know it's illegal but we can run away and go to a small chapel....hell let's make our own small chapel for gents just like us. Let's live on a farm, grow our own food, raise our own chickens, and get a few dogs. I know you hate the wet dog smell but you will love that animal despite it because you love me. And we both know that half of the time I smell like a dog and you still love me, you still hold my hand, you still smile at me and god you still kiss me.
I don't care about the war anymore, I don't care about my inheritance. I just want you. Marry me, Sloan Adam Rogers, let me change your damn surname.
B
Sloan closes his eyes and he inhales sharply through his nose as old feelings rise to the surface.
