❝ 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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After some more broken crates and very bloodied knuckles, I lied on the ground staring at the blue sky, wondering why I was even here. My eyes glazed over to a figure on my right and I realised it was Steve. He sat on one of the crates that had escaped my wrath and held a little note pad on his left hand and a pencil on his right. I pulled my self up, patting the dust away from my coat as I walked over to him.
"Are those monkeys in your costume? Riding a unicycle?" I ask, giggling at the cute little drawing on the notepad. Steve turns over to me, a smile gracing his features as he sees me. His eyes then soften as he looks at my bloodied knuckles.
"Are you okay?" I unconsciously rubbed the knuckles, feeling them all healed despite the blood stains that covered it.
"Yeah I'm fine, I heal quickly. Are you okay?" I ask back, suddenly realising the meaning of that sketch he drew.
"I... I had to improvise a bit you know, the crowds I'm usually used to are like... twelve."
"Just because you're 'America's New Hope'," I spit out the last three words like venom, and I see Steve hide the Captain America suit that had shown with his coat.
"People buy bonds, bonds buy bullets, bullets kill Nazis. Sales rise ten percent in every state I visit." I scoff as Steve states the words monotonously like he was forced to remember it.
"Is that Senator Brandt I hear?"
"Hey, Phillips was going to stick me in a lab. At least Brandt got me here,"
"Are you sure those are your only option?" I eye the sketch again, feeling my heart sink. "Lab rat or dancing monkey? I know— you know that you're meant for more than this."
A moment of silence consumes us as Steve takes it all in. His blue eyes look at my own amber ones before darting back to the floor.
"It's just, you get enough people telling you you're a hero, after years of them telling you you're nothing..." He takes a deep breath, his eyes slightly glassy as he looks over to me. "All I dreamed about was coming overseas, being on the front lines, serving my country. I finally get everything I wanted...and I'm wearing tights."
Steve glances over the camp, and I follow his gaze. A platoon of tired and wounded soldiers march back to the tents. An ambulance rolls up to the hospital tent as corpsmen unload the wounded onto stretchers. The blue sky seemed a little greyer than usual now.
