Grafterdawn
"Sometimes I can remember you smiling at me..." Colette flicks her eyes towards the ground, fiddling with her broken, short nails.
"Yeah...?" Steve smiles lightly, dropping to his knees to meet her eyes, his hand gently touching her knee.
"Then I remember blood."
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ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ Colette McGregor made being a female military personnel in the 1940s look easy. She stepped in front of every huge man that intimidated her, beat him physically and verbally, leaving him running off crying for his mama.
The men who worked around her grew to hold a lot of respect for her that a woman wouldn't normally receive. Despite everything she pushed through to get where she is, Colette is still a bucket of sunshine. She wakes up at the crack of dawn each morning to fix her hair and smack her lips, preparing herself to face another day that will probably leave her in shambles. She stays perked up anyway. It's all the keeps her sane.
When her team finally rounds up all the candidates for the super-soldier serum, Colette and her close friend Peggy are told to keep them in line and help choose which man is worthy of the serum. Peggy scouts carefully, reading each man's histories and watching them preform, but Colette zeroes in on one man. Steven Grant Rogers.
She wasn't sure what it was about the skinny, asthmatic kid that looked like a wet spaghetti noodle that intrigued her. But she recommended him nonetheless. She never let it show that she admired the Rogers boy, she'd go extra hard on him at training and would never let up with her insults. She hated him, but she knew he was right for the job.
70 years later...70 years later...
"Colette... is that you, sunshine?" A voice rings out. Her eyes blink open to see a shield with the American flag plastered fully over the front. A face she swears she's seen before, but it's blurry in her memories.
"Who the hell are you?" She spits.