Dc what if?

If Slade Wilson was Captain America

A tall, burly man with a shaved head and a stern expression stands atop a stage, his muscles rippling beneath his tight black t-shirt. He holds a microphone in one hand, his other arm crossed over his chest. The crowd, a sea of people dressed in various shades of black and gray, stretches out in every direction, their faces upturned towards the stage, their eyes fixed on the man. He clears his throat, the sound echoing through the auditorium.

"My name is Slade Wilson," he begins, his voice booming through the speakers. "But to you, I am Captain America." There's a brief pause, and then a ripple of applause runs through the crowd. Slade raises his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by the reaction. "That's right, folks," he continues, his voice growing stronger, more confident. "I am here to fight for truth, justice, and the American way."

The crowd roars with approval, drowning out the last few words. As they settle down, Slade glances around the auditorium, taking in the faces of his newfound followers. He spots a young woman in the front row, her eyes shining with determination. She gives him a thumbs-up, and he can't help but return the gesture.

"We live in dark times," Slade continues, his voice growing more serious. "But I believe that there is still hope. I believe that together, we can make this world a better place." The crowd murmurs in agreement, nodding their heads. "But first," he says, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper, "we must fight the darkness."

The tension in the air is palpable as Slade paces back and forth across the stage. He points to different members of the crowd, making eye contact with them, and they seem to grow taller under his gaze. "You, and you, and you," he says, indicating three people sitting near the front. "I want you to stand up. Stand up and show the world that you believe in truth, justice, and the American way."

Slowly, the three individuals rise from their seats, their faces flushed with a mix of fear and determination. The rest of the crowd erupts into cheers, their voices echoing off the walls. Slade nods approvingly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I can see it in your eyes," he says, addressing the three new recruits. "You have the courage, the strength, and the will to fight for what is right. And together, we will make a difference."

The three new recruits stand side by side, their hands clasped tightly as they face the crowd. They exchange nervous glances, but Slade's reassuring presence seems to give them the confidence they need. He walks down the steps from the stage and stands before them, his powerful frame towering over them. "You are now part of something bigger than yourselves," he says, his voice booming. "You are part of the resistance. And together, we will bring hope back to this world."

The crowd roars its approval, and the recruits feel a surge of adrenaline course through their veins. They straighten their spines and lift their heads, meeting the eyes of the people around them. For the first time in their lives, they feel like they belong somewhere. They feel like they have a purpose.

Captain America's words echo in their ears, and they know that they will never forget this moment. They will never forget the look on Slade's face as he spoke of hope and justice, of fighting against the darkness that threatens to engulf the world. They will never forget the way the crowd cheered, their voices becoming one in a powerful chorus of determination.

As they stand there, basking in the glow of newfound purpose, they feel a sudden surge of energy course through their veins. They are no longer ordinary people, fated to live out their lives in the shadows. They are warriors, soldiers in the fight for truth and justice. They are the resistance.

The crowd begins to disperse, each member of the audience taking with them a spark of inspiration, a flame that will be fanned into a blazing fire of rebellion. They feel Slade's presence beside them, a towering figure of strength and courage, and they know that they can rely on him to lead them through the darkness.

(sorry if its bad I didn't really know how to mix this one)