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3rd Person's POV
"Rogers, Steven."
Steve folds the paper and gets to his feet. He anxiously watches an army doctor scan his file.
"What did your father die of?"
"Mustard gas," Steve answers back quickly.
The doctor looks up from the file now scanning Steve.
"1918. He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping to get assigned to them if-"
The army doctor looks back down at the file and interrupts Steve mid sentence, "And your mother?"
"Few years back, she was a nurse in the TB ward. Got hit, couldn't shake it."
Finally after what seems like hours, the doctor shakes his head.
Steve sighs in disappointment, "They weren't weak, Doc; they were fighters. If you just give me a-"
"Sorry, son. You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone."
"You can't do anything?"
"I'm doing it. I'm saving your life."
The doctor stamps a 4F on Steve's file and hands it back to him. Steve groans and looks up at the ceiling.
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FanfictionOpening my eyes I try to adjust my vision to the lighting. Blinking a few times the blurriness clears up and I notice I'm in a very blank room. Glancing down I see I'm in green baggy pants and a white T-shirt. The sign on the middle makes me confuse...
