Chapter 110: 110. Boom Boom
Steve got his height and weight recorded with embarrassment. Then he was made to sit in a cabinet.
A Sergeant came in with a file.
"Steven Grant Rogers, I am afraid you are not fit for service." He said.
Steve instantly fell into disappointment but suddenly remembered the card.
"Sir, Major General Universe gave this card to me. He told me to give it to my medical examiner." He handed it.
The Sargent took it and checked it. His eyes widened and quickly left the cabin. Soon Dr. Erskine entered.
"How did you get this card?" He asked.
Steve truthfully told everything. Erskine was wondering how the boy got it or what did Alexander see in him. But after talking a bit he felt that the boy was perfect. Maybe not in body but surely in terms of mind.
"Okay, let's get the little man enrolled. Where are you originally from?"
"Brooklyn," Steve replied.
"Report to the camp in a week," Erskine said and handed the file to Steve.
...
The next week, all the new recruits reported in the field. Colonel Phillips, Erskine, and Agent Carter were there to check.
Colonel Phillips spoke first. "All of you are the strongest boys in this country. You all have been chosen for a purpose. All those who complete this training and the test successfully, will work under the direct command of Major General Universe. Now, Agent Carter will take over." He went to talk to Erskine.
"He's the one?" Phillips asked, pointing at Steve.
"Yes, he's the one," Erskine replied.
"God save this country," Colonel Phillips exclaimed and left.
...
In the remaining 8 months of training and assessment, Alexander appeared many times and trained the men himself. He tested Steve many times and was sure that no one other than Steve deserved to be Captain America.
But before the experiment, he went on a mission. To help establish a pro-allies government there.
The mission was successful but his plane was shot down while returning.
[Memory ends]
"Goddammit Dobby, how can you swim so fast with such body" Alexander shouted at Dobby swimming a hundred meters ahead of him.
They had been swimming for the last 18 hours and finally came close to the shore. Soon their race ended as Dobby won.
"Swear to me that you didn't use magic," Alexander shouted.
"I didn't, but my body is made of magic so that doesn't count. We elves are very good swimmers. By the way boss, I want a nice pizza." Dobby said and dried his clothes.
Alexander remembered the deal. Now he'd have to cook their meals. "Haha... Well, I like cooking so no harm done. I'll put some pineapple on your pizza, Dobby. Just the way you like it." Alexander replied and also dried his clothes with magic. After all, a man of his rank shouldn't look bad. He might not be America's ass but he sure was America's Grandpa.
"Wait, I hate pineapples boss... WAIT" Dobby quickly followed him. Soon they entered a small town.
"Well, Dobby. You go and find a newspaper while I go and buy a cigar," he said. One couldn't look badass in that era without a cigar after all.
The seashore town was quite small but beautiful. Though many of the buildings had fallen down probably due to air raids. From the style of the buildings, he could see some greek resemblance.
He walked to a shop and talked to the seller. The guy spoke Greek so Alexander already knew where he was. A little more and he knew his precise location.
He was on a big Island called Crete Island, just south of mainland Greece. He was in the small town of Retimo.
~Wait, doesn't this island also get taken over by Nazis after they fully take over Greece. If I remember correctly, British, New Zealand, and Australian forces should be here at the moment to defend this island as it's a very important strategic position. If the Nazis get this then they'll be easily able to strengthen their attack on Egypt.~ Alexander thought.
"Hey, are you buying anything?" The shopkeeper asked. Being annoyed that Alexander had asked so much but hadn't bought anything yet.
"Ah yes yes. Give me 3 cigars, you got any Cuban?" Alexander asked, with not much hope. As Cuban cigars weren't famous yet and most of the other ones were made in American factories near Florida.
"Yes, I do but it's not cheap. Not many people buy it. I don't even know why I bought it. It's been sitting in my shop for months." The man spoke and took out a nicely seal packed box.
"Wait, I'll buy the whole box," Alexander said, he was certain that it was the original pack of 25.
"How much do you want?"
"10,000 Drachma." The man said. At that time, 10,000 Greek Drachma was equal to 25 USD.
"You take American dollars?" Alexander asked.
"Sorry, no dollar."
"Alright, what about this?" He took out 5 gold coins. After all, everyone liked gold.
"Yes, this is acceptable. You can take the cigar. Pleasure doing business"
Alexander was sure that those gold coins were worth a lot more than 25 dollars. Well, no harm is done. He had tonnes of gold lying in his dimensional pocket.
He walked out and lit up the cigar. Just outside the Shop beside a wall, there was a bench. He went there and sat down to relax and wait for Dobby.
Beside him sat a little blue-eyed, blond-haired girl in a blue sundress. She looked about 4 or 5 years old. Her clothes were untidy and there was some dust on her hair and face too.
She had her eyes closed and hands in a praying position. Alexander silently looked at the cute one.
He really got intrigued and looked at her surface thoughts.
"God, pweashe gib Amy shweeth carroth. Uncle Henry saysh momma and pappa are with you. Amy mishsh momma and pappa."
Alexander's heart ached to hear that. The girl must have lost her parents in air raids. She must also be hungry.
Alexander waved his hand and a carrot as long as the girl herself fell in her lap. She noticed the sudden weight.
She picked it up and then quickly jumped from the bench and started dancing with the carrot raised above her head like a prized possession. But there was a problem that Alexander had just realized. The girl was acting weird.
"Yay, God gib Amy carroth, God gib..." She danced.
Suddenly she tripped on a stone and was about to fall. Alexander quickly came and grabbed her.
"Be careful, Amy." He said.
"Wah...Mishther know my name?" She questioned. Not looking him in the eyes but somewhere random.
Alexander's doubts became clear. ~She's Blind~
He looked in her memories and they were only sounds and feelings of touch. There were no other images or color, only darkness but still happiness. Her parents had given her a very happy life. But then Hitler happened.
~I Will make sure he doesn't commit suicide and torture him before killing with my own hands.~ he vowed.
"Oh, you were just dancing a while back while shouting your name, Amy." Alexander warmly said as he caressed her hair.
"Amy, are you hungry? I can cook very delicious food you know. Come with me, we will eat until we become like pigs." Alexander cheered her on.
She giggled, "Reawwy? I like carroths." She replied.
"Haha, then let's go to my kitchen." But then Alexander saw some soldiers headed towards him. Their leader seemed to be major ranked.
They came to him. 2 of them pointed their rifles at him. "Who are you?"
"Hmm, I thought my dress would've answered it by now. Anyway, I am Major General Alexander Maxim Universe, U.S Army. My plane was shot down and I swam to this island with my adjutant, Colonel Dobby. Oh, speak of the devil, there he is." Dobby walked towards him with a big bag on his back and a Karabiner 98k bolt action rifle. God knows where he found it but he also brought something valuable to Alexander. An M1917 revolver.
"Good, Major, meet my adjutant, Colonel Dobby." He introduced.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Major Edwin Holmes."
"Good, now take me to your commanding officer, Major. Let's go," Alexander said in a bit authoritative tone and it probably brushed the guy off wrongly.
"Sorry but I don't take orders from you, now surrender all your weapons and come with me" Major Holmes ordered arrogantly.
But suddenly airplane noises started coming. It was very loud.
"Sir, it's an air raid. We should take cover" one of the soldiers told Major.
"Oh no, boom boom ish back" little Amy worriedly spoke out. She must have some really bad memories attached to that sound. Alexander decided to take care of the incoming flies right there and then.
"Dobby, give me the revolver," he said.
"Here you go, boss"
Alexander loading 5 bullets for the 5 planes. Leaving the last slot empty.
"Have you gone mad?" The major shouted.
Alexander just ignored him and aimed at the oncoming bombers.
The sound kept on increasing more and more. Dobby had taken his place with the old fashioned camera which god knows where he got from.
As soon as the 5 planes opened their hatches to drop the bombs, he fired in a split second.
*BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM*
After a few seconds, five loud booms sounded in the sky. The 5 planes got blasted in mid-air by a revolver.
"You were saying something major?" Alexander looked at Major Holmes straight in the eyes.
"N-No, Sir. Please follow me, I'll take you to Colonel Wilson." He respectfully said.
"Good, lead the way. Hey Amy. Let's go. We'll eat food soon. The boom boom has gone away." He warmly said and carefully put her on his shoulders.
"Grab grandpa's head tightly, okay?"
She did as asked and tightly grabbed his head and hair. "Um... Yes, Glanpa"
"Haha... Let's go" he happily walked. Unknown to him that Dobby had recorded both, his badass and loving nature.
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