❝ she was like fire, enough to light the way and to burn everything attempting to stop her ❞
a fiery-headed girl reluctantly tries to protect her country in world war II and falls in love with a scrawny guy with a big heart in the midst of it.
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Who's strong and brave, here to save the American way?
I blink. This was probably the 4th show Steve has done throughout the day. It was all the same, usual routine - with the girls singing and dancing as Steve read some lines hidden behind his cardboard shield to the audience. I had pressured Phillips into allowing me to stay here instead of going with them, saying that I should be helping to take care and assist Steve if there's any trouble. I kind of regretted it now.
"Not all of us can storm a beach or drive a tank. But there's still a way all of us can fight."
Who vows to fight like a man, for what's right, night and day?
I yawn, tired of doing literally nothing but watch Steve do this all day. I'd be joking if I said I couldn't remember the entire song already.
"Series E Defence Bonds. Each one you buy is a bullet in the barrel of your best guy's gun."
Who will campaign door-to-door for America? Carry the flag shore to shore for America? From Hoboken to Spokane, the star-spangled man with a plan.
Steve hasn't spoke about what happened the day when Erskine was shot. When I lost control due to all the stress.
Who'll hang a noose on the goose-stepping goons from Berlin? Who will redeem, heed the call for America? Who'll rise or fall, give his all for America? Who's here to prove that we can? The star-spangled man with a plan.
"We all know this is about trying to win the war. We can't do that without bullets and bandages, tanks and tents. That's where you come in. Every bond you buy will help protect someone you love."
"Turn around! He's right behind you!" The shrill shrieks of the kids ring in my ears and I scowl. I absolutely hate when all the kids scream and shout when the fake Hitler walks onto the stage. He then gets fake punched by Steve, which I would say is the funniest part of the show.
"Keep our boys armed and ready, and the Germans will think twice about trying to get the drop on us."
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Steve, still in his outfit walks over to me once the show is over. I nudge him with my elbow.
"How's the showbiz doing for you?" I joke. He groans as he collapses on the chair, ripping the hood of the outfit off his head. Steves ruffles his already dishevelled hair, his beautiful blue eyes turning to face me.
"This is really not what I wanted." He sighs. "I wanted to help people, go out and make a difference!"
"I guess you still are," I quip. He frowns.
"I wanted to do more. I want to be a hero. I don't want to be stuck here like a mascot! They think I can't do anything. Maybe... I really can't." Steve rambles. He puts hands to his forehead, shaking his head slowly in despair. I frown, itching to get off my seat and wrap my arms around him to tell him that everything will be alright.
"Steve, I know you can do so much more. And I'll make sure you do— I'll talk to Phillips about taking you to the front lines, okay?" Steve's eyes light up at my words and out of excitement he runs up and hugs me. The warmth and comfort I feel startles me before I slowly wrap my hands around his waist, hugging Steve back. He hugs tighter and I forget about everything that had happened the past days. I feel so safe.
"Thank you," He says, his voice muffled.
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"How many of you ready to help me sock old Adolf on the jaw?" Steve says. We were in Italy, 8 kilometres from the front lines. Steve was 'performing' to a group of soldiers who were completely bored. Nobody replied to Steve, and I stood a few metres away from Steve, near the edge of the stage, tapping my foot. "Okay. Uh... I need a volunteer."
"I already volunteered! How do you think I got here?" A guy around the age of 25 yelled at him. Wrinkles line his entire face as he laughs with the crowd.
"Bring back the girls!" The crowd cheer.
"I think they only know the one song. But um...let me...I'll...I'll see what I can do." Oh Steve. Steve looked like a little lost puppy, unsure of what to do.
"You do that, sweetheart." The man replies, snickering. He then looked over to me, a grin showing on his face as he looked at me up and down. I was dressed in a trench coat with my usual leather attire underneath, completely hiding my figure to him but still— the look on his face made the bile rise up in my throat.
Hey, look, there's a pretty hot looking girl up there. How did we not notice?"
Steve tenses as men start whistling at me.
"Hey hot stuff, wanna have some fun in my tent?" A soldier yells over to me with a suggestive tone. I sneer at his way.
"Too hot for you to handle." I scowl. The soldiers laugh.
"A feisty one eh?"
"Come on, guys. Stop it. We're all on the same team here."
"Oh come on Captain! We're just trying to have some fun!" The crowd boos at Steve and begins throwing things like bottles, papers, basically anything that was within hands reach.
"Bring back the girls!" The crowd yells once more and the women run on stage as the crowd cheers. We walk into the backstage and I instantly find myself pushing Brandt' Aide, Henry against the wall. My hand was around his throat as he struggled and clawed against my grip. Steve watched me in fear. He didn't know what to do.
"What are you getting out of this? Money? Because putting Steve up for show like this is not what Dr Erskine wanted. He should be fighting, not becoming an exhibition."
"G-go speak to Senator B-Brandt! I-I can't d-do anything about it!" Henry gasps for air as I finally let go of him. I purposely bump against him with my shoulder as I walk away from the stage, still furious at how the soldiers treated me and Steve. Furious at Senator Brandt for making Steve do this. My hands that were now curled up into fists trembled in rage, trying to calm myself down before I set this whole place on fire. I smash a wooden crate with my fist, blood now dripping from my knuckles.
"I'm so fucking tired of this shit."
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130 reads?!?! I actually never imagined anybody would read this lol I actually wrote this for my own entertainment and for me to practice my writing skills But if people like it then I'm happy! I'm glad you guys enjoy it!
