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Old Soul - The First Avenger

Chapter four of thirteen, i hope you enjoy. There's been a lot more interest on here than on wattpad and its kind of funny. But i appreciate all the notes and reblogs nonetheless, i'm glad theres a few people who don't think my writing sucks!

As Always: chapter one is pinned on my blog, and the full story can be found on wattpad.

Eliza watched as they took another syringe of Steve's blood. He was obviously annoyed, and Eliza knew he never much liked blood.

"Think you got enough?" he chided, getting incresingly more ticked off with every needle they stuck in his arm.

"Any hope of reproducing a program is locked in your genetic code," Peggy shook her head. "And without Doctor Erskine, it could take years."

Eliza cast her gaze downward at the mention of Erskine. He'd been killed only hours ago because of a HYDRA agent infiltrating the observation room. Steve chased him down and he killed himself with a cyanide tooth.

"He deserved more than this," Steve said sadly.

"If it could only work once, he'd be proud it was you," Peggy assured him, which elicited a smile from Steve.

"Colonel Phillips, my committee is demanding answers," Senator Brandt says, coming into the room, mildly angry.

"Great. Why don't we start on how a German spy got a ride to my secret installation in your car?" Phillips turned to Stark, who was working in the submarine the HYDRA agent attempted to escape in before Steve caught him and he met his demise. "What have we got here?"

"Speaking modestly, I'm the best mechanical engineer in this country. But I don't know what's inside this thing or how it works," Howard explains. "We're not even close to this technology."

"Then who is?" Brandt questions him, his patience for the man running thin.

"HYDRA. I'm sure you've been reading our briefings," Phillips says.

"I'm on a number of committees, Colonel."

"HYDRA is the Nazi deep science division," Eliza tells him.

Peggy nodded. "It's led by Johann Schmidt. But I'm sure he has much bigger ambitions."

"HYDRA is practically a cult. They worship Schmidt," Phillips adds. "They think he's invincible."

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Brandt asks.

"Spoke to the President this morning. As of today the SSR is being retasked."

"Colonel?"

"We're taking the fight to HYDRA. Pack your bags, Agent Carter. You too, Stark. You're flying to London tonight."

"Sir, if you're going after Schmidt, I want in," Steve tells Phillips. Eliza's eyes widened. As if the serum working wasn't enough shock.

"You're unstable..." Eliza muttered, knowing he wouldn't listen. "You're not in the condition to-"

"You're an experiment." Phillips looked from Eliza to Steve. "You're going to Alamogordo."

"The serum worked."

"I asked for an army and all I got was you," Phillips said flatly. "You are not enough."

•••

Eliza was dying of boredom watching Captain America march around recording a commercial for selling bonds.

Bonds buy bullets, bullets kill Nazis, bing bang boom, you're an American hero.

She thought this was all a bit much. She was bored out of her mind without Peggy to talk to, or Howard to stand there looking busy. But instead, she followed around her brother, who sold bonds as girls in indecent outfits - if you could even call them that - strolled around him.

It was sickeningly boring.

"The Star-Spangled Man With a Plan", or as the song repeatedly called him, "Captain America", was Steve's new job. Paired with an idiotic costume and ridiculous lyrics to a theme song to sell bonds, this couldn't get any more humiliating.

And all Eliza had to do was sit back and make sure Steve didn't die or something. Which was easier said than done when all he did was run around. However, seemingly without breaking a sweat.

This serum was ridiculously intuitive, and Eliza was learning more about it every day from the various books and journals that Erskine had kept on it.

His cells were regenerating at an incredible rate to constantly heal him. It made him stronger, faster. The serum amplified everything about him.

And at the same time she was learning more about Johann Schmidt, and how his serum worked.

The serum enhanced every aspect of yourself. Good becomes great, but bad becomes worse. Johann had bad intentions. Someone who only knew power couldn't respect it. But someone like Steve, who had nothing, respected the power and held it with a righteous fist.

In short - both men were now indestructible. And that was terrifying.

•••

Eliza had been flown to Italy with Steve for a performance. However, a returning infantry required a lot of medical attention, and she was requested to help.

Suddenly her brother and Peggy Carter ran into the infirmary tent.

"Well, if it isn't the star-spangled man with a plan," Phillips greeted Steve in annoyance. "And what is your plan today?"

Eliza drew her attention away from the gauze she had finished wrapping around a man's leg to snoop her way into the conversation.

"I need the casualty list from Azzano," Steve requests.

"What's on the list from Azzano?" Eliza quietly asked Peggy, slightly scaring her.

"Christ, Elizabeth," Peggy breathed. "It's the one-o-seventh. He flipped out and ran over here."

"Wait, what?"

"I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the hundred and seventh."

Eliza's heart dropped to her stomach.

Phillips glared and pointed a finger at Peggy. "You and I are gonna have a comversation later that you won't enjoy."

"Please just tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R-"

"I can spell." Phillips stopped him, and briefly sifted through some of his papers. "I've signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But that name does sound familiar. I'm sorry."

Eliza didn't believe it. Phillips didn't even look. There's no way to know for sure.

"What about the others?" Steve asks. "Are you planning a rescue mission?"

"Yeah! It's called winning the war."

"But if you know where they are, why not at least..."

"They're thirty miles behind the line," Phillips explains. "Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We'd lose more men than we'd save. But I don't expect you to understand that, because you're just a chorus girl."

"I think I understand just fine."

"Well then understand it somewhere else," Phillips says. "If I read the posters correctly, you've got somewhere to be in thirty minutes."

Phillips walks away, and Steve starts analyzing a map showing where the men are. "Yes, sir. I do."

Eliza narrowed her eyes at him and sighed. "I can't believe I actually agree with you."

Steve starts walking towards his tent, Peggy and Eliza following behind him. He starts throwing stuff into a bag as soon as he gets there.

"What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?" Peggy asks him.

"If that's what it takes."

""You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead."

"You don't know that," Eliza shrugged.

"Even so, he's devising a strategy. If he detects-"

"By the time he's done that, it could be too late!" Steve says sternly. He walks out to a Jeep and throws his bag in. "You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?"

"Every word."

"Then you gotta let me go."

"I can do more than that."

•••

"The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg. Tucked between these two mountain ranges, it's a factory of some kind," Peggy informs Steve.

"We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep," Howard tells him.

Stark was currently piloting the plane that Peggy, Steve and Eliza all sat on, flying to the HYDRA camp that Steve believed Bucky and the rest of the one-o-seventh captives to be in.

"Just get me as close as you can," Steve tells them. "You know, you three are gonna get in a lot of trouble back at the lab."

"And you're not?" Eliza asks him sarcastically.

"Where I'm going, if anybody yells at me, I can just shoot 'em."

"They will undoubtedly shoot back," Eliza scoffs.

"Miss Rogers, if we're not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late-night fondue?"

Peggy looks awkwardly over at Steve, who looks at Howard with a stern expression. "Stark's the best civilian pilot I've ever seen. He's mad enough to brave this airspace, we're lucky to have him."

Steve looked to Eliza, holding the same expression as he did to Howard. "So are you two..? Do you..? Fondue?"

Eliza got up and walked towards Howard's spot at the cockpit, desperate to leave that exchange.

"This is your transponder," Peggy says, handing Steve a small device. "Activate it when you're ready and the signal will lead us straight to you."

"Are you sure this thing works?" Steve questions, looking to Eliza and Howard.

"It's been tested more than you, pal."

Suddenly the plane shakes. "Hey, we're being shot at," Eliza muses sarcastically.

"Really? Didn't notice." Howard mumbles back to her.

"Get back here! We're taking you all the way in!"

Eliza whipped around to see her brother ready to jump out of the plane. "Steven Grant Rogers-"

"As soon as I'm free, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!"

"You can't give me orders, I'm your sister!"

"To hell I can't! I'm a Captain!"

Steve looks at his sister with a smile and jumps out of the plane.

"If he lives through this, I'll kill him myself."

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Old Soul - The First Avenger

Third chapter, here we go.

I've gotten a reblog and a few likes, so I figured the third chapter was in order. Maybe theres people actually enjoying this, yknow?

As always: The full story in it's entirety is on Wattpad (l0velyrand0m) and there may or may not be a second book in the works? This is all mostly for my enjoyment, there's no demand or anything, I'm just addicted to fictional men punching people.

The prior chapters are on my blog, the first chapter is pinned and the second chapter was posted not too long ago.

"Faster, ladies! Come on! My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul!" Peggy shouted at the soldiers lined up doing push ups on the ground. Eliza watched and observed the men. Erskine had given her the task of watching out for the "least fit" in the group. No idea why, but she was sure it was her brother. Until she overheard Phillips.

"You're not seriously thinking about picking Rogers, are you?" the Colonel asked the doctor next to him, who simply nodded.

"I am more than just thinking about it. He is the clear choice. I'm hoping our Nurse friend over there agrees," Erskine replies. Eliza was thoroughly confused.

"When you brought a ninety-pound asthmatic onto my Army base, I let it slide. I thought, what the hell? Maybe he'd be useful to you, like a gerbil," Colonel Phillips explained. Somehow him referring to her brother as a "gerbil" made Eliza almost offended for him. "I never thought you'd pick him."

Eliza walked over to the two men and joined the conversation. "Gentlemen," she greeted. Erskine offered her a small smile.

"Up," Peggy commanded the boys once she saw Erskine, Phillips and Eliza gathered together.

"Doctor Erskine, forgive me," Eliza began. "What is the Super Soldier breed exactly?"

"A Super Soldier is a highly advanced superhuman, given abilities from a serum I invented. It's highly intuitive - made to make the weakest man stronger. But it only amplifies what's already there. Give the serum to the wrong person, and you've just made them more of themselves." Erskine's explanation made Eliza nearly sick to her stomach. She wasn't entirely convinced that Steve would survive such a thing. "Rogers is a perfect candidate. Determined, clever. The serum will do him well."

"You stick a needle in that kid's arm and it's gonna go right through him!" Phillips exclaimed. Eliza almost wanted to agree.

They glanced over to the recruits scurrying to straighten up at Peggy's command.

"Look at that. He's making me cry," Phillips scoffed.

"I am looking for qualities beyond the physical," Erskine says. Eliza was starting to dislike his philosophical speeches.

"Do you know how long it took to set up this project?"

"Yeah, I know."

"All the grovelling I had to do in front of Senator What's-His-Name's committees?"

"Brandt," Erskine corrected. "Yes, I know. I am well aware of your efforts."

"Then throw me a bone. Hodge passed every test we gave him," Phillips says. Eliza wrinkled her nose. She didn't want to have to work with Hodge anymore than she already had to. "He's big, he's fast, he obeys orders. He's a soldier."

"He's a bully," Erskine corrected Phillips again.

"You don't win wars with niceness, Doctor." Phillips reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand grenade. "You win wars with guts."

Phillips threw the grenade into the area where the men were training. "Grenade!" and all the men scattered.

Except for Steve.

Steve jumped on the bomb and covered it with his body. Eliza's heart dropped. Peggy stood wide eyed at the boy.

"Get away! Get back!" Steve yelled. He waited for the bomb to go off, but nothing ever happened.

"It was a dummy grenade." Eliza whispered, and looked to Phillips.

"All clear! Back in formation." an officer waved all of them back into line.

"Is this a test?" Steve asked, peering up at Erskine, Phillips and Eliza.

"He's still skinny."

•••

Eliza laid silently on her bunk. She couldn't believe the nerve of Steve earlier. But at the same time... she was astonished. Proud, even. That her brother would think to do that. Suddenly she understood what Erskine meant about choosing Steve over Hodge. Whatever was in the serum wasn't just enhancing the physcial stuff. It would enhance him mentally, too.

A knock at her door drew her attention back.

"It's just me, are you decent?" Steve asked from the other side of the door.

"Decently mad at you, sure," Eliza remarked. Steve sighed. "Yes. It's fine if you come in."

The door opened to reveal her twin brother. She wanted to question how he got over here in the first place, but then she noticed Erskine behind him and assumed the german doctor had something to do with his arrival.

"You have five minutes, then you must return to your barracks. I need to speak with Miss Rogers as well."

Steve nodded and closed the door. "Look, Liza, I never meant to piss you off this bad, I just-"

"You saw an opportunity and you took it. I understand. How do you think I'm here, Steve?"

He smiled slightly. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk, and not listening to you when you were only trying to protect me."

"I should've realised you didn't need protecting. You're not a 16 year old kid in Brooklyn anymore. You're grown up. And I'm proud of you."

Her words sent a stab of remorse through Steve's heart. The words, coming from her, meant the world to him. But he was only recieving them because he made her feel like the bad guy for doing the right thing.

"Thank you, Eliza. I'm proud of you too."

"Five minutes are up, Steven," Erskine said, opening the door. "Say your goodnight and goodbye so I may speak with her."

"Bye, Elizabeth, have a good night."

"You too, Steve," she said, watching him walk out the door.

"Miss Rogers, it's come to my attention that Steven is your twin brother?"

"Yes, sir."

"You've had a knack for taking care of him. So I have a promotion for you once our project starts. You'll be his personal aid. I'll teach you everything I know about the side effects of the serum and what to watch out for starting tomorrow. Are you interested?"

•••

"I know this neighborhood," Steve wonders, looking out the window of the car. "I got beat up in that alley. And that parking lot. And behind that diner."

Peggy stared at him cluelessly. "Did you have something against running away?"

"Yes. Yes, he did," Eliza chimed in.

"You start running, they'll never let you stop. You stand up, push back. Can't say no forever, right?" Steve pondered. Peggy's expression changed from confused to curious.

"I know a little of what that's like. To have every door shut in your face."

Eliza nodded. "It's annoying."

"I guess I don't know why you'd wanna join the army if you're a beautiful dame," Steve wondered aloud. Peggy raised a brow at him, and Eliza looked over with a look of "what the hell". Steve immediately tried to recover. "Or a beautiful... a woman. An Agent! Not a dame. I mean you are beautiful but-"

"Please, for the love of God, shut up, Steve," Eliza groaned.

"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?" Peggy snickered.

"This is the longest conversation I've had with one. Woman aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on," he shrugged.

"You must have danced?"

"Well asking a woman to dance always seems so terrifying. And the past few years didn't seem to matter that much. Figured I'd wait."

"For what?"

"The right partner."

The car pulled up by an antiques shop. Peggy and Eliza exited the car, Steve trailing behind, completely clueless. Eliza was too, but she trusted Peggy enough to follow her without question.

"This way," Peggy instructs him.

"What are we doing here?" Steve asked.

Peggy smirked. "Follow me," she says, guiding Eliza and Steve into the shop.

"Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?" the shop owner asks Peggy.

"Yes, but I always carry my umbrella."

The shop owner nods, and Peggy leads the twins to a basement. It opens up into a large circular laboratory. Erskine's team was huddled around the center and around different machines. Steve was lead to the center of the room, however, where a pod was fixed in the floor.

"Good morning!" Erskine greeted the twins happily. He takes Steve's hand and shakes it as someone takes a picture. Eliza hated being in pictures. Something about people seeing her long after she was gone, and there was nothing she could do to tell them not to look. She didn't like that sort of thing. "Please, not now," Erskine shooed the photographer away. Steve looked at the pod curiously.

"Are you ready?" Eliza asked him. Steve only nodded.

"Good! Take off your shirt," Erskine instructed him. Steve did so, and climbed into the pod, laying down on a table. "Elizabeth, go assist Mr Stark, please."

"Yes, sir," Eliza nodded. She walked over to the man, and then it hit her who Stark was. Howard Stark. The genius inventor. "Mister Stark, my pleasure."

Howard turned around to look at her, a smile falling on his face. "You must be Elizabeth Rogers."

"How'd you know that?"

"Erskine was talking you up earlier. Apparently you're a really good nurse?" he comments with a smile.

"Well, I don't like to brag," she shrugged. "But I wouldn't mind the compliment."

"Mister Stark, how are your levels?" Erskine shouted across the room.

"Levels at one hundred percent," he answered. "So is that your brother? Steven?"

"Good!" Erskine replied.

"Yeah, my twin," she answered.

"Interesting. The twin sister of a super soldier, huh? How weird has that gotta be?"

"It's not quite set in yet. He's still gonna be a twig in my mind forever."

"Hope you didn't pick on him when you were younger," Howard smiled. Eliza recalled her mother's sayings, not to pick on him because one day he'll be bigger than her. Though she wasn't sold on it, and she definitely wasn't ready for that to be the case artificially. "We may dim half the lights in Brooklyn, but we're as ready as we'll ever be."

"Elizabeth! Come here!"

"Gotta run, Stark. Nice conversation."

"Yeah.. Yeah let's do this again sometime. Maybe under different circumstances?"

"Maybe."

"How do you like your coffee?"

"Elizabeth!"

"Cream and extra sugar."

Eliza ran off back to the table where her brother lay. Erskine handed her a needle, of what she assumed to be penicillin. "Inject him with this, then come back with me."

"Hey, Steve," Eliza said calmly as she walked over with the needle. "I'm here to inject you with the euthanasia."

His eyes went big before he realised she was joking. "Oh, haha."

She squeezed his skin gently and gave him the shot.

"That wasn't so bad," he said softly.

"That was penicillin."

Steve's mouth formed an "o" as she took the needle away and Erskine came back to his side.

"Serum infusion beginning in five, four, three, two, one," Erskine counted. Eliza wished she could hide in the viewing room with Peggy and Phillips. But here she was. Watching her brother and best friend get experimented on. Steve winced as the serum was injected into him. "Now, Mister Stark."

Howard pulled a lever, and Steve was upright in the pod as the doors closed. Eliza wandered back over to Mister Stark's side as he amps the procedure.

"That's ten percent," he informed Erskine, but pointed it out to Eliza. "Twenty percent. Thirty."

Eliza could start to hear Steve's pained screams as the vita rays transformed his body. She lowered her head slightly and watched the numbers raise with intent on focusing more on Howard's numbers than Steve.

She had focused so hard, that she blocked out all the noise in the room until she heard Steve yell in response to the scientist. "No don't! I can do this."

"Eighty. Ninety. That's one hundred percent."

The power in the lab overloaded, and Stark rushed to open up the pod and get Steve out. Eliza's breaths were shallow as she waited to see what happened to her brother.

Suddenly everyone came rushing out of the observation room and into the lab. She steeled herself and turned her head to look at her brother.

She was shocked. Steven Rogers was now the first successful Super Solider.

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Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is the second chapter for my captain america/bucky barnes fic (full story on wattpad, l0velyrand0m). Posting the second chapter to see if i get any interest, if so i'll continue posting, but the main story is linked below.

The first chapter is also pinned at the top of my blog <3

"Hey there, grumpy," Bucky said, finally catching up to Eliza as she strided confidently down the street. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Screw you, Bucky," she retorted in reference to the "grumpy" comment. She wasn't grumpy, she was pissed off. And she had every right to be.

"Maybe later," he replied, making her scoff. "Look, remember earlier when I said you were twenty-four? So he couldn't control you? Same goes for him."

"But I'm protecting him, Bucky," she strained, tears threatening her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. Elizabeth Rogers didn't cry. "There's a difference. He's gonna get himself killed."

And then it hit him. Why Eliza had been so adamant about Steve's enlisting. About his lies. About his sacrifice. She was scared to lose him like she'd lost the rest of her family. And to an understandable extent - she would be alone.

"Lizzy, look," Bucky said softly, taking her hand in his. "It's gonna be okay. I swear to you. They're not gonna take him. He's not physically capable of doing that. But if you don't take this position. You're gonna regret it."

"I know," she sighed. "He'd be mad-"

"No, Liz," Bucky stopped her. "He's gonna be so proud of you."

Eliza raised her head and looked at Bucky in the eyes. Her own brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill. Her lip trembled.

Bucky took her in his arms as she let out a small sob. "I can't lose him too. I can't lose either of you."

"Neither of us are going anywhere, doll. You gotta believe in us."

•••

"Welcome to camp, Miss Rogers. I'm Chester Phillips," the colonel said as he took Eliza's hand, and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor, Colonel," she replied.

"This is Agent Peggy Carter, she's here to supervise the division."

"Basically, I'm your boss," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent caught Eliza off guard at first, but it was certainly nice for the ears. "But somehow I think you'll be the only other competent person in this camp."

The Colonel walked away, leaving Peggy and Eliza to walk to the different tents.

"As the division's mobile nurse, you'll hang around me and take care of the boys as you see fit," Peggy explained, handing Eliza a clipboard with some personal files on all the soldiers.

The two girls came up on a line of soldiers waiting for their orders.

"Recruits, attention!" Peggy yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I'm Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" one of the men shouted, a sly smirk on his mouth. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

"What's your name, soldier?" Peggy requested, calling out the special soul in the crowd, this made Eliza snicker quietly. She'd gathered enough information on Peggy in the few minutes she'd been talking with her to know what was going to happen to the guy.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty," he said sarcastically.

"Step forward, Hodge," Peggy instructed. And he did so, smirking. "Put your right foot forward."

"Hmm," he hummed. "We gonna wrassle? 'Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

Peggy punches Hodge hard in the face, causing him to physically inch back a couple paces, clutching his nose.

"Agent Carter," Colonel Phillips says as he drives up.

"Colonel Phillips," she greeted.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turned to Hodge, who was still very much in shock from Peggy's surprise introduction. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

"Yes sir," Hodge apologizes quickly, running back into line.

Phillips now turned his attention to the recruits in line. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men..." Phillips trailed off as he noticed one of the men were shorter, much more frail looking than the rest. Eliza felt a pit grow in her stomach as she looked down at her clipboard and sifted through the pages.

Steven Grant Rogers

Brooklyn, New York

07/04/1918

Her head shot back up as she scowled at her brother, making dead eye contact as Phillips spoke. He finally took notice, cringing as she burned a hole in his head with her angry gaze.

"But every army starts with one man," Phillips says, catching Eliza's attention again. "By the end of the week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers."

•••

"Are you crazy?!" Eliza reprimands as she follows Steve to his barracks. "What the- What did I tell you? Did that whole angry outburst mean nothing to you Steve?"

"It meant you don't believe in me."

"Oh for Christ's sake, stop doing this. Stop putting words in my mouth. You're being very unreasonable right now."

"Sometimes I wish you would swear, so I could tell how you really felt."

"Oh trust me, I'd get us both kicked out of this camp if I was swearing right now. I can't believe you!"

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Rogers!"

"What?" the twins said in unison as they turned to look at Peggy Carter.

"Agent Carter, I apologize," Eliza spoke quickly.

"Me too," Steve added.

"Okay.. Elizabeth, come with me. You.. off to wherever you need to be. Bye now," Peggy waved him off. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Unreasonable patient," she shrugged.

"I can tell the Colonel to have him sent-"

"No! Well..." Eliza had to think about her next words very carefully. Or there was a good chance she wouldn't be speaking to her brother any time soon, and not just because he was now in the military. "No. It's fine. I'll speak with Erskine about it later. What did you need?"

"Hodge is in the infirmary and requests that you look at his nose," Peggy said with a roll of her eyes. "He's fine, I didn't punch him that hard."

Eliza chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied. "We leave in about fifteen for a bit of running practice for the men. You have to come to make sure none of them keel over and die."

"One of em might," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Gotta go attend to the crybaby, I'll see you in ten."

Eliza rushed to the infirmary tent, ducking through the opening to see Hodge complaining to one of her assistant nurses about his nose and the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down his upper lip.

"Gilmore Hodge, my pleasure," Eliza strained. Ever since his little theatrical performance, she decided she didn't much care for Hodge.

"How-do-ya-do, doll?"

The term felt weird hearing it from his mouth. The last person to call her that was Bucky. Whom she was beginning to miss ever since he left after their walk only just about a week ago.

"It's Nurse Rogers, for you, Hodge. Please," she told him.

"How about Lizzy? Liz?"

"Absolutely not. We're done here. Shut your mouth before I get Phillips to send you home. Got it?"

"Spunky. I love it. We'll talk soon, Liz," he says as he got up and walked out.

She was livid with the man. The audacity to take her name. Her nickname from Bucky, and drag it around so carelessly. Somehow, it hurt much more than she expected it to. Bucky was her best friend, and basically an older brother to the two. When he told her not to let anyone call her any derivative of "Liz" or "Lizzy" back when he coined the nickname in the first place... it made her want to punch Hodge. Right where Peggy had before.

But she didn't have time to chase him down just to scold him. He'd enjoy that. And she wasn't going to give him the time of day.

She took in a deep breath, packed her kit, and headed towards Peggy in the jeep next to the starting point of the recruit's run.

"So how was Hodge?" Peggy asked. "Dream man?"

"I'll kill him myself if he doesn't do so in the trench," Eliza chided.

"Oh damn," Peggy smiled. "I love your attitude. I can tell how well working with you is gonna go."

Eliza smiled at Peggy with a feeling of worth.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

•••

"That flag means we're only at the halfway point," Sergeant Duffy explained, his voice extremely loud. Eliza wondered how his vocal cords still worked at this rate. "First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

Eliza sighed. "Don't worry," Peggy said, leaning over so she was heard. "No one's come close to getting that flag in 17 years I've heard. No one's getting a ride back with us."

"Rogers! I said fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Eliza whipped her head around to see her brother pull a pin at the bottom of the pole. The pole toppled over, the flag brushing against the ground about seven feet from him.

He strolled over, unhooked the flag, and handed it to Sergeant Duffy (who looked as if he'd seen a ghost) with a small "Thank you, sir". He climbed in the car and sat on the other side of Peggy, who was grinning uncontrollably and watching the Sergeant's reaction with glee.

The others continued running off, and the car drove away.

"Smartass," Eliza mumbled. Steve caught her word however, and his face dropped. He leaned back in the seat and let his hands fall in his lap.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't like anyone in this division," Peggy told him. "That was rather clever of you."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think that's why she's upset with me."

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Sam and Steve are bracing themselves like they're about to go on a roller coaster. Everyone else doesn't even care until they're driving down the road like they're chasing the president's assailant.

HC since Steve obviously never learned now to drive (this isn’t the HC this is just truth) when he woke up he learned from watching other people drive cause obviously that guy isn’t gonna admit he can’t do this thing everyone else can do so he has everyone under the impression that he’s known how all along and has his license and everything but it’s never really come up that he /has/ to drive cause he can weasel his way out of every situation that doesn’t involve justice. He technically could drive in the same way your average joe could technically play professional ice hockey- almost adequately, but without finesse or practice

Flash forward to when Bucky is back and for one reason or another the team is driving somewhere and obvs Steve gets pushed into the drivers seat (leader of the team and all) and Bucky immediately shoves him into the back all ‘cmon idiot I know for a damn fact you don’t have a license, you’ve never driven a day in your life,’ and ‘nice try, asshole you don’t know the difference between an uncontrolled four way stop and a roundabout. Sit down’

Obvs the team poke fun at Steve for this which Bucky is 100% in support of but then Bucky gets the car on the road and they are all reminded that this is The Winter Soldier who learned to drive in Brooklyn in the forties and perfected his skills in car chases and drive-by’s for seventy years.

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Sometimes it feels like everyone around me is speaking in a secret language and I'm the only one who doesn't know it.

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Tbf, it would weirder if there were other people involved here.

Tony: *turns on the light*

Tony: What are you doing?

Peter: eating bread

Tony: at 2 in the morning with the light off?

Peter: why would I turn the light on at 2 in the morning?

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Bucky & Steve

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Same person. Different font.

Variants.

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That, or, they try to replicate the super soldier serum, and fail.

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Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is a Captain America fic I started writing in 2021. Ive since been rewriting and updating it again. Full story is on Wattpad, but i might start posting it here if it gets enough traction.

Syn-

Steve Rogers had a twin sister - Elizabeth "Eliza" Rogers. And the two were practically inseparable.

Eliza shared everything with Steve, motivation, determination, a passion for justice, no matter the cost. Even his best friend Bucky Barnes was one of her best friends too.

After Steve went behind her back to enlist in the military, however, Eliza was hit with a realization that maybe Steve was after something much bigger than himself, and that she might end up losing him to his own strong will.

This book takes place in Captain America: The First Avenger

"Where the hell did Steve run off to again?" Bucky asked, trailing close behind Steve's twin sister. Eliza was practically sprinting in her shiny black pumps, somehow keeping more composure than the soldier behind her, who was stumbling to keep up.

"Probably to enlist again, which I explicitly told him not to do, but whenever did that kid listen to me," Eliza was starting to feel the effects of her shoes digging into her heels, and her breath running out as she kept power-walking to find her brother.

"That kid is like- an hour older than you. Just remember that."

"He has the maturity like he's five years younger," she chided.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" Eliza and Bucky both heard the voice at the same time, making her stop dead in her tracks.

"I can do this all day"

That's all the two needed to hear before they were taking off down the alley to see Steve get clocked in the face, and fall on the ground in the corner of the alley.

"Steve!" Eliza yelled, running over to her brother. The boy looked to her and snarled. She looked back at him with a death stare, completely ready to kick him where the sun didn't shine.

"Hey!" Bucky yelled, grabbing his attention. "Pick on someone your own size."

Bucky dodged the boy's feeble hook, and retaliated with a punch to the jaw. He threw him forward onto the concrete, but the boy braced himself and remained standing, giving Bucky the opportunity to kick him, sending him forward and running out of the alley.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched," Bucky commented, taking Steve's hand in his.

"I had him on the ropes," Steve replied.

"Funny, 'cause it looked to me like you were getting your butt handed to you," Eliza said, making the two men smirk.

Bucky bent down and picked up Steve's enlistment forms, causing Eliza to sigh out of frustration, putting a hand to her face. "How many times is this?" Bucky asked.

Steve shrugged. Bucky looked over the form. "Oh, you're from Paramus now?" Eliza looked to her brother quickly and smacked him upside the head. "You know it's illegal to lie on the enlistment forms."

"And seriously, Jersey?" Eliza added.

"You get your orders?" Steve asked Bucky, changing the subject from his lies. However Eliza would be having a serious conversation with him later.

"The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow."

Steve sighed, "I should be going."

Eliza looked to her brother and friend with a small frown of disappointment. Bucky noticed how distraught the two looked.

"Come on, guys! My last night! We gotta get him cleaned up," he says, looking to Eliza.

"Why?" Steve questioned, looking up to Bucky.

"Where are we going?" Eliza asked.

"The future."

•••

"I don't see what the problem is," Bucky shrugged. "You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there's three and a half million women here."

"Well I'd settle for just one." Steve was growing more impatient with the setting than Eliza or Bucky were.

"Good thing I took care of that." Bucky waved down a girl who came bouncing over to them. "Her name's Connie."

"Hey, Bucky!" she said. Eliza stared at the blonde girl.

"What did you tell her about me?" Steve asked, giving into his friend.

"Only the good stuff," Bucky mused, pushing Steve closer to her.

"Where's your date, Sergeant Barnes?" Eliza asked.

"I was hoping, Elizabeth," he starts, turning to face her as Steve and Connie trailed off towards something else. "If you wouldn't mind accompanying me? For your brother's sake."

Eliza felt her face heat up at his proposal, but quickly composed herself. "No funny business, James," she says quickly. "I'm watching you."

"Understood, milady," he nodded, taking her arm in his. "Have you considered it?"

"Considered- oh, you mean the letter." Eliza nervously chewed her bottom lip. "Not really. It'd piss him off."

"He wouldn't show that though, he'd be proud either way. Besides, this is what you've been working for right? To get out of the TB ward?"

Bucky wasn't wrong. Earlier that day, Bucky had delivered a letter from his camp that said they wanted Eliza as a mobile nurse for the division. Signed by Colonel Chester Phillips. It was something she had wanted. More than the TB ward anyway.

"But Steve-"

"Enough about Steve and what he wants, Liz," Bucky stopped her. Using the nickname no one else could call her. He'd claimed it when the two were eleven. "Steve doesn't control you. You're twenty-four."

"We're twins."

"Doesn't matter! Is he your husband? No. He's your brother. He should be happy for you."

"But my whole life is here and... I don't know," she sighed, looking at her shoes, which were considerably dusty now that she'd been running around all day.

"Is your life here? Or is Steve here?"

•••

"You're kind of missing the point of a double date?" Bucky said, coming up behind Steve, who was looking at his reflection in a mirror with a soldier's picture on it. "We're taking the girls dancing."

"You go ahead. I'll catch up," Steve said, stepped away from the mirror.

"You're really gonna do this again?"

"Well, it's a fair, I'm gonna try my luck."

"She's gonna be mad at you."

"Tell her to kiss my ass."

Bucky was taken aback, and almost offended for Eliza, who was off talking to Connie while Bucky went to get Steve.

"Who are you gonna be now? Steve from Ohio? They'll catch you. Or worse- they'll actually take you," Bucky says.

"Look, I know you don't think I can do this-"

"This isn't a back alley, Steve! It's war!" Bucky reprimanded Steve, who was not reciprocating as well as he had liked.

"I know it's a war! You don't have to tell me."

"Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs."

"What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal..."

"Yes!"

"In my little red wagon?"

"Why not?"

"I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky!"

"I don't.."

"Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives! I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me."

"Right. 'Cause you got nothing to prove."

"Bucky, she's getting annoying, what's taking so long?" Eliza walked over to her brother and best friend. She took a glance at what Steve was looking at, then the rest of the tent, her eyes getting wide. "No. No-no-no-no-no. No, get your sorry excuse for a butt back over there with me and that Connie chick, Steven, you gotta stop this."

"I'm not going to!" Steve yelled. "You aren't the boss of me!"

"I am not letting you continue to throw yourself at the military like this."

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do. When have I ever kept you from doing something you want?"

"Every day of my life, Steve! I'm giving up so much to take care of you while you run around making up names. Steve from Cleveland, Steve from Paramus!"

"You don't need to take care of me!"

"Then I won't! I'll go off and join the military!"

"You're a woman! They wouldn't want you."

"Really? Because they already want me more than they want you," Eliza's face was flush red with anger. "I'm going home."

And with that, Eliza strided off. Her composure returned immediately as she took off towards her and Steve's home in Hell's Kitchen.

"I'm gonna go talk to her," Steve started walking towards his sister.

"No, let me. You've done enough damage."

"What does she mean? They... want her more than me?"

"Colonel Phillips requested Eliza be the division's mobile nurse," Bucky explained. "She wasn't gonna accept it because she wanted to take care of you."

Steve gaped at Bucky's words. He felt a little upset she hadn't told him, but nonetheless, he was proud of his sister. She had always been against him and his military dream, because he was so sick. She started nursing school and that's when his health became her priority. Learning that what killed their mother could easily kill him too.

"She's just worried for you, pal. You know how crazy she gets when you test her. No idea why you continue."

"I just wanna help..."

"She admires that, trust me. But in her eyes, you're looking to get yourself killed."

Steve sighed, and Bucky gave him a half hug before stepping away.

"Now. I have to go catch your sister before she gets herself into trouble. Don't do anything stupid until I get back," he says, patting Steve's shoulder.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

Bucky chuckled, "You're a punk." He steps forward again and hugs him.

"Jerk." Steve hugs him back, and watches him walk away. "Be careful."