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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0644 Hours, February 20th
Liberty Island, Neu Berlin, Amerika
This makeshift war room was a chamber in Janet's laboratory; its equipment had been hastily pushed against the walls and a round table laid in its centre. Desks, computer servers, scientific instruments, and other pieces of technology that Steve couldn't make sense of were barricaded against the steel-reinforced walls of the chamber in order to make adequate space.
He stood in the far corner of the room, leaning against a server stack, as he watched Janet lower herself into a seat at the table. Thanks to Fleischer's word and his decision to join their efforts, Steve was granted permission to attend the haven's latest meeting.
A bald man entered, his body lathered with light Kevlar armour and pouches. As when Steve first saw him, his eyes were bright blue and incredibly striking. Steve recognised him as the haven's head of security; whenever he did anything, he saw this man keenly watching him. Ever since he managed to sneak out to see Fleischer however, his efforts had been doubled.
As he found his seat, a young man came through the door. He had white hair and dark stubble on his face. It was a face that Steve had no trouble recognising...and quite frankly, he was expecting to see him after meeting Erik. It was Pietro Maximoff...the mutant son of Magneto. The Pietro that Steve knew started off as a mutant extremist due to his father's nonsensical teachings, but eventually became one of Steve's most valued Avengers. He was hoping that this version of him was just as reliable.
It was a struggle not reacting to seeing people he knew...but Steve had no choice. These weren't people he knew. As much as his senses told him otherwise, he couldn't rush over to Pietro and act like a friend to him...because he wasn't. He needed to control himself and ignore his instincts. Also, he wasn't sure if he should ask about his sister, Wanda Maximoff. She was an incredibly powerful mutant who could fix all of this with a single thought, possibly even help Steve return home. If she wasn't here...then where was she?
Carl Lucas eventually appeared, giving Steve a friendly nod as he did. Fleischer, seeing as she wasn't part of the haven's leadership, came into the chamber and simply sat on the ground by the door with her back pressed firmly against the leg of a table. She had one leg extended, and the other bent with its foot flat on the floor. She was clad in her black and orange Zyzzyx suit, revealing to Steve that she had just returned from a recon op. She held its helmet in her lap and her hair was frizzy and matted from being jammed into the thing for so long. Curiously, she still had that band-aid on her brow.
The Zyzzyx suit itself was thicker and not as form-fitting as the Ant-Man and Wasp suits that Steve was used to; it almost resembled the bright orange launch entry suits that astronauts wore. It was clear that the Janet and Hank of this timeline didn't have a chance to refine the technology.
Ever since Fleischer had admitted to Steve what she had done for the Nazis, he couldn't help but feel...conflict squirming within him. She had killed innocent people. Every fibre of his being was urging him to look beyond these things that she was compelled to do and judge her on what she herself had chosen to do. However...this was easier said than done.
