Note: Discimer

  I believe people already know this, but I still want to make a discimer beforehand. This story does not seek to faithfully and accurately represent the historical facts that occurred during or after World War II.

  I am not a history teacher nor am I well-versed in it. The facts, names, and timing of certais should not be taken as faithful and accurate information, as these may ge for narrative venience. Everythiioned in this story is for eai purposes and is fial.

  Thank you.

  4: Captain America!

  "Ladies alemen! Boys and girls! Before you stands the unmatched! The stro, the number one soldier of the Uates! He who instills fear in our enemies and safeguards our freedom! The first and only Super Soldier in the world!"

  The drums began to sound in an increasingly intense beat, the lights focused, and the curtain rose.

  "The Captain America!!!"

  Fireworks exploded, there were cheers and appuse, women screamed, men excimed, and the crowd of hundreds of people was filled with excitement.

  Spotlights focused on the impressive figure of John, who stood firm and tall with both hands on his hips and a genuine smile on his face.

  He puffed out his chest and raised his right hand, f the characteristic salute of Ameri soldiers.

  His perfectly aligned white teeth almost seemed to emit their own light, music began to py lightly, and dancers emerged from behind the stage, lining up behind him, ready to start their act at any moment.

  John approached the microphoh much more fidehan he felt internally.

  "Good and honorable men march today to the battlefield, men who once were ho and hardw, living happy lives, now voluntarily leave their homes and join a cause much greater than any other! To protect our freedom and our lives" he walked across the stage with his head held high, his strong, sonorous voice filling the venue as his eyes met those of the people iands.

  "I know not everyone fight on the front lines, and in an ideal world, no one would have to. But this is not an ideal world, and this is not just any war. That's why today I stand before you, before the nation and my people, to ask for your help, help to assist those good men who fight for us today, those who risk their lives, their dreams, and their future, so that our world bees a safer and more prosperous pce every day, where our sons and daughters grow up safe and happy"

  "So I hope that you find within yourselves the spirit of unity that has fed this nation in its darkest moments and has given us the most glorious days. Today, on this great day, you make a difference, because no matter how small, every tribution will serve to allow our men, our soldiers, to see the dawn of a new day."

  "Every war bond sold will bee a hand that supports the backs of those great heroes who enlist for battle. Your tribution will serve to raise the fg of freedom over the heads of our enemies and bring the destru of everything that threatens justid honor!"

  "T a better tomorrow, so that even in the darkest night, light still illumihis world. Today, I urge all those present to raise their voices! Who is with me in this fight for our freedom!!!?"

  He raised his fist towards the masses, and the masses respoo his call.

  The ovations came like a tide, appuse and cheers, the crowd roared along with him.

  John smiled; w as a low-wage salesman in his previous life had served him quite well.

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  "Spectacur! Sublime! Your speech is already making waves across the entire try!"

  Edward, his representative and the army's public retions manager, shouted with a big smile as he held up several neers where John's name and image were on the front page. John looked at him and teased

  "Better than the speech you gave me, huh?"

  Edward frowned. When John's first presentation ended, Edward had scolded him a bit because he had thrown away the prepared speech.

  Now, even if he didn't want to, he had to admit that the speech they had given him was rubbish in parison.

  "Fet about that! People are dying to see you. We've sold out tickets for the scheduled presentations and we're opening more. Kid, I need you to get ready because yoing to travel all over the try" he put his hand on John's shoulder with a big smile.

  John sighed. "If you had let me use the name I wahis could have gone beyond the try"

  Edward rolled his eyes.

  "You're a soldier of the Uates, not of the world. We just need you to be a success among our people and maybe the allies; the rest, we'll see after the war" Edward began to leave, still having much to work on.

  "Besides, Captain America sounds much better than Captain Marvel" he said before leaving the dressing room, leaving John alone.

  The super soldier watched him go and shook his head. Well, what's done is done; Captain America was still a good name.

  John looked at himself in the mirror. Fortunately, he had been able to have more influen the e.

  He was a soldier, so he had to wear green, that's what he said when the image designers started making sketches. That proposal was almost immediately rejected. He o be eye-catg, something that people would turn to look at no matter what they were doing.

  Relutly, John accepted that he would have to wear the characteristic colors but demahat they add some bd make the blue darker, and the whites less white, leaning more towards silver.

  He o be iic, so the star on the chest stayed, but with the addition of what seemed to be silver eagle wings oher side of it. He o be reizable, so he asked not to wear a mask.

  He o look like a real soldier and a hero at the same time, so he was allowed to wear more than just thin fabric. Fortunately, the army's public retioment had some money, so relutly, they were able to meet his demands.

  And that had been a plete success. His image was on the front page of every neer in the try, even starting to spread to allied tries.

  It would be embarrassing for the U.S. army if the image of the try wore a poorly made e.

  John looked at himself in the mirror. It was strahe stage, the lights, the excmations, and ovations.

  Despite getting everything he had wanted, it still felt unreal, fake, as if he were just in a dream. But this wasn't a dream; it was real, and it was his life, a life that would soon be engulfed in chaos and turmoil.

  The sound of flirtatious ughter came, and behind him, the dressing room door opened. Several of the dancers entered with mischievous smiles, their eyes meeting through the mirror, and John smiled, admiring their attractively athletic bodies as they began to undress for him.

  The future might be tumultuous, but the present was now, and before being thrown into the fmes of war, one had to enjoy their moments of peace.

  After all, he was the man who would save the world.

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  "I know the future seems uain, but that's just a deception our enemies seek to impnt in the minds of our youth. The reality is that we are strohan ever! Every tribution and donation you have made has mao safeguard thousands of lives. Every day that passes, our eremble before our army because it is clear to them that our people will not yield to any threat. They tremble in fear because they know they will never be able to bend us!"

  His voice echoed throughout the venue, people cheered and appuded, and suddenly!!!

  Falling from the ceiling, sliding down long ropes, twelve men dressed in bck raised "ons" towards John. Then, one more emerged from the shadows. The crude imitation of Hitler excimed loudly with poorly pronounced German words. As if it were a and, his men rushed towards the super soldier with ferocity.

  The crowd screamed in fear, children stood up with wide eyes.

  John moved quickly and agilely, with punches and kicks excellently practiced, within seds he disarmed them and easily lifted their bodies, tossing them off the stage to a pce out of sight of the spectators.

  In the face of the demonstration of superhuman strength, the audience excimed, and "Hitler" trembled. He tried to raise his on, but with a quick kick, John snatched it from his hand and approached him, grabbing him by the ned lifting his body easily into the air.

  John smiled at the audience, ched his fist, and punched Hitler in the face while using his other hand to exert some force, sending the man flying to the same pce as the others.

  "And no matter what dirty tactics they use, they will always fail. You know why?" he asked, pg his palm to his ear. The crowd waited expetly, ready to shout along with him.

  "Because I am here!!!"

  As he said that, he flexed the arm he had used to strike the Hitler impersonator, causing the crowd to scream even louder.

  The tour tinued, wherever he went, people gathered in masses. He signed posters, ics of himself, and even personally baptized some children.

  He participated in recs, whether for ercials and advertisements or for full-length movies. He personally wrote several scripts and even released his own songs.

  Soon, the slogan he had chosen began to spread among the public.

  "Because I am here!"

  Discreetly but effectively, he began to add more and more of his own importao his speeches.

  "Hitler and his men think they impose their absurd ideologies on our people, poison the minds of our children, and blind them while they it atrocities around the world. Well, I disagree! I believe that freedom, justice, and respect for life are the truth. That's why, no matter what, I will defend these beliefs until my st breath! As long as I stand, as long as I am here, nothing and no one bend the world or its people!"

  He looked at the crowd and smiled.

  "Because my mission, my orue mission, is to protect them, to safeguard this world and its people, to preserve justid peace, and that's Because..." The crowd waited expetly, ready to rise from their seats.

  "I am here!!!"

  He briefly bowed as the crowd roared, throwing roses and shouting his name.

  "Captain! Captain! Captain!"

  "AMERICA!!!"

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  Shaking hands, smiling, engaging in casual versation—John had started to get used to it.

  Still, it was b. All those fake smiles and uing people were quickly being tiresome.

  It was the night after an important presentation, and John had found the perfeent to excuse himself and escape from the main hall where "important" people were busy lig each other's boots..

  He made his way to a secluded baly where the views of New Yreeted him. Returning to the Big Apple after traveling across the try felt like ing home after a long busirip.

  He looked at the starry sky and lit his cigar. The best thing about being a superhuman? Super lungs. He had never dared to smoke in his previous life for fear of getting sick, but in this life, many of those s had bee insequential.

  "Almost time" he heard that the show was especially for the army. If he wasn't mistaken, this would be the moment when he should leave the "showbiz" life behind. It had beeiful while it sted. John would truly cherish these memories. He had always wao be an actor, always wao be famous, and he had achieved it. Now, he o do the real heavy lifting. Leisure time was over; it was time to face destiny.

  As he pted the not-so-distant future, footsteps behind him caught his attention. They were trembling, nervous, like someoating to approach. Perhaps another beneficial characteristic of being a super soldier was the "super" senses.

  He could see better, he could even see in the night without any light. He could hear better, not at the level of hearing everything that happened on the p or anything like that, but enough better to not be taken by surprise.

  John hadn't just been enjoying life; he had also been training, getting used to his rength, testing his senses, learning, and studying.

  Iy, he had mastered German ihan a week. He still had some at, but he could speak it, listen to it, and write it perfectly. The same went for Japanese, French, and several uages.

  in addition to that he had familiarized himself with all types of onry of the present era., as well as vehicles and how to operate them. If he was going to war, he o know at least what he against.

  Super soldier or not, anyone could be taken by surprise, and he wasn't going to tarnish the image he had worked so hard to build by being careless.

  His mind, although it didn't feel different, had ged. He wouldn't say he er genius, but certainly the speed at which he could prehend and learn had skyrocketed. He didn't feel smarter, but he felt more capable.

  John sighed ainguished the cigar with his fingers, uurbed by the heat that would have hurt others. He turned, ready for another meaningless versation.

  What he saw was a middle-aged woman ag strangely. She was dressed in typical high-css attire of the era, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. When their gazes met, she opened and closed her mouth as if she wao speak but didn't know what to say.

  "Everything okay, ma'am?" At his question, the woman seemed tain her posure. She swallowed aated before g her fists and taking a step forward.

  "You're Captain America! You're a hero! They talk about you everywhere. They say you save the world, you help everyohat you do anything..." her behavior was very strange, discordant. John couldn't quite identify what was wrong.

  "Well, not everything. I still don't know how to fly" he joked, trying to lighterangely heavy atmosphere. She ughed, rexing a bit, but still visibly fearful, and tinued speaking.

  "I didn't know where else to go. I had nowhere else to go. My parents... they hate me now. I ged, I became different... Weird. So, I ran away and saw the posters. I thought if it was you, you could help me, tell me what's happening to me"

  She anicked and scared, it was obvious to see. As well as the almost childlike hope aement in her eyes when she looked at him.

  It was strange.

  "Alright, I help you, just tell me the problem" the woman nodded, nervously swallowing but seeming to trust him enough to decide to proceed.

  Then suddenly, her figure began to ge, as if her entire shape were undergoing a plete transformation, like a metamorphosis.

  Soon, her height decreased by several timeters, her skin started to turn blue, and intense red hair repced the Blonde, yellow eyes looking at him nervously and fearfully, as if expeg an adverse rea, perhaps waiting for disgust or fear.

  John observed the body of the 15-year-old girl before him and had to use all his self-trol not to show his surprise. He simply raised an eyebrow to show a hint of "amazement"

  He approached her and slowly took her blue hand. She seemed nervous, but seeing no disgust or anything simir in his gaze, she let him hold her hand. John caressed the blue skin; its texture was smooth but with small parts almost like scales scattered in some ses like the knuckles. They were few and almost unnoticeable, but they were there.

  "I don't know how I became like this"

  Well, John knew, more or less.

  "I think it's best if we have a long chat. You said you ran away, right? Have you eaten anythi?"

  She shook her head quickly. Everything had happeoo quickly. Her transformation had occurred without her being able to hide it. Her parents had panicked upon seeing her, and her father had even attempted to shoot her, so she ran. She had been wandering the streets of New York all afternoon, ging her appearail she saw the posters about Captain America's show.

  That's when she snu using her new ability and waited until he was aloo try to talk to him.

  "Alright the's go. I'll get you something good to eat" She nodded, still holding his hand, and followed him. John easily navigated through the pce, even if it was his first time there. He had already memorized the yout, making it easy for him to avoid people using his heightened senses.

  As he led her towards his private dressing room, he couldn't help but g the girl with blue skin from the er of his eye.

  It seemed like all his pns would have to ge. The future had beuch less certain now, and John had lost all fiden what he thought would be a smooth and glorious journey.

  What a disaster.

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  Note:

  With over 100 votes (ting Patreon and other sites), winning by an almost overwhelming margin, the name "Captain America" has emerged victorious to stay!

  It was certainly ued. To those who voted for another name, I only apologize. Democracy has spoken, and as this is a nd of freedom, cough cough, we only abide by what the people have chosen.

  As for the chapter... If the MCU is too peaceful in this period of time (metaphorically speaking), we definitely need something to spice up the plot. So let's add the X-Men tag to this.

  And an AU tag as well, just in case... So X-Men AU

  This is my first time writing speeches, I must say that I didn't expect it to be more difficult than it seems, I hope to get better at it as the story progresses.

  You know, if there is any error in the chapter, you tell me and I will correct it.

  The update of SuperSoldier is now avaible on Patreon (patreon.maCruzader) and soon there will be another chapter there, If you don't want to wait for a public update, you take a look at it n.n