"Dr. Erskine? What are you doing here?" I placed my hand on his shoulder. He placed his hand on mine and shushed me. I scoffed in disbelief and amusement.

"I see that you would rather listen in on other people's conversations than talk with me." I pouted and glanced warily at who he was listening to. One was a muscular, good looking man talking to his scrawny friend. They seemed to be arguing but they didn't seem angry at each other. A girl calls out and the tall one turns around. He's a sarge? Interesting. But why is Dr. Erskine interested in them? He walks away with the girl and the scrawny guy turns back around to the poster. After a pause, he walks by us with a determined look on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking by the look on Dr. Erskine's face. I nodded and we both followed him and sure enough, he went into the enlistment room.

After some time, I followed Dr. Erskine into the room in which the man was being given a check-up. He seemed to be hurrying about and gathering his things but he stopped when we walked in.
"So, you want to go overseas. Kill some Nazis." Dr.Erskine chuckled. Steve, according to his papers, looked at both of us in confusion.
"Excuse me?" he glanced at me. As our eyes met, I could see how cautious he was trying to be.
"I'm Doctor Abraham Erskine. I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve." Dr. Erskine put his hand out and Steve shook it.
"Steve Rogers." he nodded. He glanced at me and held his hand to me. Usually men thought that I was just a nurse so it was unusual for them to pay any attention to me. I hesitantly held my hand out.
"Cynthia Carter." He nodded and smiled.

He turned back to Dr. Erskine and titled his head.
"Where are you from?" he questioned.
"Queens. 73rd and Utopia Parkway. And before that, Germany. This troubles you?" Steve shakes his head quickly.

I take a glass of water and sit down on one of the chairs while they're talking. Steve answers his questions hesitantly. When he realizes that we figured out that he's been lying in his forms, he gets nervous. He even glances at the door and I tense, ready to spring to action. If Dr. Erskine wanted him, he must be that important.

"So, really, where is the little guy from?" he chuckled and looked at him from the top of his glasses.
"New York city."' he glanced wearily at the paper in his hands as if he expected to be rejected. But to both of our surprise, he stamped a big 1A on the paper. I sat there dumbfounded. He couldn't be thinking of using him for the serum! He's barely as tall as I am!

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