During the late 1930s to the the mid 1940s, the world was faced with a conflict the likes of which had never been seen or fathomed by mankind before. The fate of billions of humans beings was dependant on the outcome, but fortunately the Nazi Regime...
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2132 Hours, February 13th
Thirteenth Precinct Nationalgarde Headquarters, Neu Berlin Financial District, Amerika
The more Steve saw of this place, the more confused he became. He stared at the handgun that his new friend had given to him. It was extremely angular and had a very thick rectangular barrel. This barrel told Steve that it had an integrated suppressor; a device that could smother the loud sound of a gunshot. Another detail that stood out to him was the fact that the weapon had a digital ammo counter on the back facing of the slide that displayed the current load of the magazine in simple block numbers.
"Do you have a name?" He asked his mysterious companion.
The black and yellow flight suit that embraced her form was what made Steve assume that she was Janet wearing some kind of new Wasp suit that he hadn't seen before. But, especially after seeing the woman kill a man without the need to, he was glad to learn that she was simply sent by Janet. This was the first familiar face he'd seen...well, apart from Schmidt's. Steve still wasn't sure if that actually was Schmidt on that poster. Maybe he was seeing things...and that was the problem. He didn't know. Hopefully Janet would be able to fill him in on what had happened, because Steve was certainly out of his depth.
She braced herself on the left-hand side of the door and jerked her head, gesturing for Steve to do the same on the opposite side. "Fleischer. I need you to shut up and move."
With a huff, Steve holstered his pistol and tightened the strap of his shield around his right forearm. He had qualms with Fleischer's attitude...but more pressingly, he had questions. Far too many of them. But he knew that now wasn't the time to ask. He and Fleischer were inside a hostile fortification with a high-ranking officer dead at their feet. It was only a matter of time before they were detected.
"What are you doing? I gave you that gun thinking you'd fucking use it." She snapped.
With a frown, Steve retorted. "What about your suit? Why don't you shrink us out of here?"
"I'm asking the questions here, dummkopf. It's out of power; needs to recharge." She answered harshly.
Although her tone was irritatingly hostile to Steve, he couldn't help but wonder about her suit. The Pym Particle suits Steve was familiar with; the ones that Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne, and Scott Lang wore; could reduce atomic spacing indefinitely. There was never a 'recharge period'. Steve found it strange that Janet would arm someone with a sub-par piece of equipment like that...
Steve inhaled, paused for five seconds, then exhaled. "Breaching." He reported lowly, reaching for the door handle and electing to disregard his new ally's colourful words.
As the door slid open, Steve stepped through instantly. The guardsman barely had enough time to turn a single inch before the Captain gripped the barrel of his mag rifle with one hand and backhanded him with his shielded one. Much to Fleischer's shock, the Nazi was propelled one and a half metres down the hallway by Steve' single strike. The rifle remained in Steve's hands, and he tossed the weapon over to Fleischer.
