The Double Mirror [Steve Rogers]

3 - The Recruits

The first night at the camp was a harsh one for Marilyn. She had trouble getting comfortable on the hard bed. Her mind never fully shut off during the night; this only let her get a few good hours of sleep. The small window in her room let in a meager amount of sunlight, but just enough to wake Marilyn up for the day.

Marilyn woke up from her rough sleep with a stretch. The curlers that were stuck in her hair were now slightly askew from the pillow. Yawning quietly, Marilyn stood up from the bed and sat down on the small desk. Marilyn fished through her bag that was laying on the ground next to her and pulled out a small, hand-held mirror.

Marilyn greatly disliked mirrors, especially larger ones, for one reason only. One time, while flipped, the other looked at itself in a mirror and Marilyn hated what she saw looking back at her. It was her own face, but different in subtle changes. Her eyes were what gave it away. Marilyn's eyes told the story of her life. When flipped, her eyes told tragedies of death and destruction, but when normal, her eyes showed the record of life. Due to this, Marilyn vowed to never look at herself fully in a mirror again; she would only look at parts at a time, never giving the other a chance to harm her.

Taking a deep breath, Marilyn opened the compact mirror with one hand, and with her other, she began to gently unravel the curlers from her hair. Her lush hair fell from the curlers and tumbled down the back of her neck like a waterfall. Her dark hair now holding crisp curls. Marilyn fixed a few curls by making sure they weren't tangled together. She reached over into her bag and pulled out hairpins. Placing them gently and logically in her hair, she pinned her hair up into a curled up-do.

She finished off her look by completing her makeup, a red lipstick that was accompanied by rouge on her cheeks. Her minimal eye makeup accentuated her deep eyes. Marilyn pressed her lips together causing her red lipstick to spread exactly how she wanted it.

Marilyn walked over to her luggage and pulled out the recruiter uniform that Peggy had given her the day before. It was an army green dress skirt and top with a button down jacket. Marilyn quickly slipped on the uniform, along with stockings and small-heeled, black pumps.

Marilyn's perfectly manicured hands gripped a file labeled, Super-Soldier. On the folder of the file was a black fountain pen attached to the pages. Marilyn flipped through the pages of the file one last time, seeing the candidates for the serum. The one in bold lettering was the same man she met last evening, Steve Rogers. The frail and weak bodied man with a mind of the strongest soldier.

Marilyn sighed out and closed the file. She tucked it in her arm before she set off to the entrance of the building where Peggy Carter was waiting.

Marilyn smiled sweetly at Peggy, her perfectly painted lips parting softly. Peggy returned the smile.

"Are you ready for the day?" Peggy asked