The project had a long complicated Hungarian name, but the two English speaking techs just joked that they were “fishing.” The wormhole generator was running and the techs were getting a signals return from
an old Hydra high value equipment IFF beacon. The one on the generator controls was monitoring the signals returns from the beacon while the other tech was operating the pneumatic extendable claw in an attempt to grab the object and retrieve it. An alarm
sounded from the higher levels of the complex, but both Hydra techs ignored it. They did look at each other when they heard the explosions.
“The heroes don’t kill,” One told the other, “We keep working till they shut down the power. It will be like last time.”
The hail of automatic fire killed both techs as a black clad gunman dropped into the basement lab. The one tech operating the claw slumped forward and started the claw’s return. The claw returned with a
massive cryogenics tube. The gunman was about to toss a C4 pack on it when the frost cleared enough to see the victim inside.
“Hay, get Star Spangled Spanky down here,” the gunman called over his radio, “He has to see this!”
“We are kind of busy right now,” the radio squawked back.
“This can’t wait!”
In moments a cloud erupted from the cryogenic chamber and the gunman registered movement.
“US FORCES!” the gunman shouted raising his rifle, “US FORCES! ON THE GROUND NOW!”
“What?” The blonde in the American flag outfit asked.
She readied herself for a fight when she saw what she needed to see on the black clad fighter, an American flag on his shoulder.
“US Forces,” the gunman said again, “On the ground.”
The woman laid down, and keeping his eyes on the surrounding, his hand on the rifle’s pistol grip he checked with his other hand.
“Any weapons? Are you injured?” the gunman asked, “CSM get back here now!”
“Rogers, Stephanie. Lieutenant, US Army,” the woman said.
About ten seconds later Captain America jumped out of an elevator shaft followed by a blast shaft.
“What do we have?” Captain America asked.
“It’s you, or at least your wife.” The gunman smirked, “or sister, or whatever and she outranks you SGM!”
“What Whacko?”
“We grab her and go!” the gunman ordered as he grabbed some papers from the cryogenics chamber.
Aboard the USS Lancastershire
Steve Rodgers walked into the hospital bay of the guided missile frigate to check on this Stephanie Rodgers.
“What happened to me?” the female asked.
“If what I think happened happened,” Steve started, “You took part in Project Rebirth, you became Captain America and you were captured in an attack on a HYDRA installation.”
“Yes,” She said, “I was a little thing before I got sick in the Philippines, that’s when I got brought to Project Rebirth.”
“You were an army Nurse?”
“Yes,” She said, “I only got in because I was top of my class.”
“You had a Bucky Barnes too then?” Steve said, “And he’s dead now too?”
“Yes, Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes,” Stephanie said sadly, “He’s dead. He …. Who was that ‘whacko’ as you called him?”
“Terrorist,” Steve sighed.
“What?”
“We didn’t have time to get a regular team before we hit that Hydra base,” Steve said, “Whacko and his team is Opposing Forces Terrorist specialized as North Ireland. Whacko is a crazy, but he doesn’t normally
get let off his training site.”
“No more visiting,” a navy corpsman stuck his head in, “Please come back later.”
Steve Rodgers grabbed the papers from the board room and took them to Whacko.
“What are these?” Steve asked directly.
“Files,” Whacko said bluntly.
“What do they say?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know,” Whacko responded, “I speak English, Spanish, Gaelic, and Ewok.”
Steve was about to punch him.
“Wiki!” Whacko handed off the papers.
“What do they say?” Steve asked the teams mad genius.
Wiki began reading the German out loud.
“Translation please!” Steve was getting more and more frustrated with the “terrorists.”
“Per the order of the Fuerer the American Rogers, Stephanie is to be inducted into the Eugenics program and SS General Johan Schmit is to have the first priority to father the children of the SS…”
“Enough!” Steve said in disgust.
“The best part is yet to come!” Wiki said, “It’s sighed by a Lieutenant James Barnes, Abwehr American infiltration mission. This hand writing at the bottom says ‘that while Rogers has tested positive for
pregnancy they must put her in cryogenic sleep for’ … the rest is too bloody to read.”
Steve was about to explode.
“Blonde hair, blue eyes, peak of physical perfection. What did you think the NAZI’s would do once they captured her?” Whacko asked, “NAZI’s don’t play padicake. There was nothing you could have done then,
so the real question is what are you going to do now for her?”
Steve walked away.
"You can read all of that fine can't you Wiki?" Whacko asked.
"Yep."
(Notes: the Shield agents are custom characters I generated for a I string, not A, B, C, or D string Squad but an I string Squad because I didn't want to throw all of the named shield characters. In the original Comics It was
PFC Steven Rogers and according to DOD and Department of War Policies he would be promoted along the Enlisted track until he hit the top a Sergeant Major "SGM")