Capítulo 223: Chapter 221. Experiment (Part3)
"You must have danced."
Steve smiled. He was actually used to it, "Well, asking a woman to dance always seemed so terrifying. And, the past few years, it just didn't seem to matter that much. I figured I'd wait."
"For what?" Carter asked him curiously, her big eyes filled with gentleness.
"The right partner." Steve didn't notice Carter's eyes and calmly replied.
At this answer, Agent Carter slightly curled the corner of her lips and averted her gaze again.
...
After the conversation, the car slowly stopped at a nondescript shop. There were hurried pedestrians in the street and a few men who looked tastefully dressed, standing aside, chatting.
The streets were damp, and it seemed to have rained. Steve got out of the car and was led by Agent Carter into a streetside shop called 'Brooklyn Antiques'. The shop looked ordinary, and there was nothing special about it.
Carter pushed open the shop door with Steve, but there were no guests inside. In the dim light, an old woman came out. She had white hair and a kind smile on her face. Looking at Agent Carter and Steve, who appeared in the store. She greeted them politely.
"Wonderful weather this morning, isn't it?"
When confronted with the old woman's question, Carter nodded gently and uttered the cryptic words, "Yes, but I always carry an umbrella."
Hearing Agent Carter's reply, the older woman nodded and then walked over to the counter to reach out and press a hidden button. And beneath the hidden button, a Chicago typewriter submachine gun was placed.
After gesturing to the old woman, Agent Carter led Steve directly to the inner room by lifting the cloth curtain, where a row of bookshelves opened up to reveal a secret corridor.
Numerous armed soldiers were on guard inside, and there were many doctors and nurses in white coats walking around in a hurry.
Steve curiously followed Agent Carter through it, and behind the door at the end of the corridor was a huge laboratory.
A huge, iron coffin-like device stood in the middle of the venue, just below the entrance platform. It was surrounded by a circle of instruments that flashed various indications that Steve wasn't sure about. The serious atmosphere of the laboratory stifled Steve's breath.
However, the crowd below noticed Steve arriving in the lab and also fell silent.
Steve followed Agent Carter down the stairs. Steve's eyes kept looking at the large equipment in the middle of the lab. He had only heard that he was going to be injected with some sort of serum. However, with the lab set up in front of him, it was clearly not as simple as a mere injection. Turning his eyes, Steve accidentally saw a familiar face in the laboratory -- Howard Stark.
He had seen him at the World Expo before and never realised that Howard was also a part of this experiment.
"Good morning."
Dr Erskine shook Steve's hand with a serious look. However, a flash suddenly snapped next to him. It was a military journalist recording the scene, but it was not to the Doctor's liking, "Please, not now."
Shooing away the journalist, Dr Erskine then looked at Steve, a small man who didn't fit in at all with the cold steel room around him and had an overwhelmed look on his face.
"Are you ready?"
Steve glanced at the machine again. Everything in front of him was even more complicated than he had expected before. Not only the odd machines around him but also the people around him. But now, he didn't have a chance to refuse anymore, so he was silent for a moment. Then, Steve nodded.
Everything was ready, so there was no way to back out now. Even Dr Erskine couldn't stop it now, so he could only continue, "Good. Take off your shirt, your tie, and your hat."
The expression on Agent Carter's face as she stood behind Steve was somewhat complicated. As an agent, she couldn't stop this, and it was clear to her that Steve had extremely high hopes for this experiment.
Taking off his clothes and handing his cap to the nurse on the side, Steve took a deep breath. Whether successful or not, the next step would be a turning point in his destiny.
However, Steve's heart suddenly became a little uneasy when he turned to look at Howard Stark, who was busy doing something next to him. He remembered what had happened at the Expo.
At this moment, Steve was waiting for Project Rebirth to commence.
On the other hand, Colonel Phillips was busy receiving senators who came to see the experiments. A lot of resources were needed to complete Project Rebirth, especially in today's war-torn situation. All the troops needed funding, so he had to show success in convincing the senators to invest.
"Senator Brandt, glad to see you could make it." Thinking of all that, he shook a man's hand enthusiastically, all smiles.
"Why exactly am I in Brooklyn?" The man, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, shook his hand and asked back with an arrogant tone. Colonel Phillips, who actually wanted to scold the guy, squeezed a smile on his face and approached the Senator's side, "We needed access to the city's power grid. Of course, if you'd given me the generators I requisitioned ..."
Without hesitation, the man interrupted Colonel Phillips, "A lot of people are asking for funds, Colonel. We're at war, and everyone needs funds. I have more than one application on hand. I have to sift through it, I can't just agree to everything. "
With that, the Senator beckoned a young man with glasses over and introduced him to Colonel Phillips, "By the way, Colonel, this is ..."
The young man continued the senator's words with a stiff expression on his face and nodded to Colonel Phillips to introduce himself, "Fred Clemson, State Department. If this project of yours comes through, we'd like to see it used for something other than headlines."
Just as Colonel Phillips was getting along with the young man, the senator was also looking at the laboratory. He soon noticed Steve's scrawny appearance. To be honest, even among the thin laboratory staff, Steve's was still the thinnest.
Seeing that, the senator couldn't help but say, "Jesus, somebody give that kid a sandwich. Don't you have any other candidates? Look at this boy, would he even survive the needle?"
Hearing the senator's voice, Colonel Phillips couldn't help but twitch his lips. In fact, to this day, he still believed that Dio Brando was the most suitable candidate for the experiment.
Steve didn't know that the people above were watching him. He was lying on the test bed with a firm belief. Fortunately, there was a thick leather base underneath his body rather than cold metal. However, despite that, goosebumps broke out on his skinny arms. Dr Erskine approached him and adjusted the straps on the test bed. The experiment required Steve to be strapped down; otherwise, the immense pain of the process would make him struggle involuntarily and violently.
"Comfortable?"
Steve smiled, moved his shoulders, and tried his best to put his head on the head rest. He looked at the grey ceiling, "It's a little big. You saved me any of that schnapps?"
Dr Erskine smiled, "Not as much as I should have. Sorry. Next time."
Steve smiled back, feeling his tension ease.
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