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Erik ran into the store which served as SSR HQ. He ran through the protocols with Mrs Pollock who gave him a cookie before sending him on his way.
Nurse Dewey met him at the top of the stairs. "Dr. Erskine and Mr Stark are in the lab right now Erik. Wait in the office." Erik nodded shrugging his bag higher on his shoulders.
He heard the familiar whine as the generators kicked in and the lights flickered. 'Please work' he thought as he settled down to his homework.
Suddenly there was a great crack and half the lights blew darkening the complex. Erik could hear muffled yells through the heavy door. As Erik stood to see what had happened his father burst through the door grabbed him by the hands and spun him in a circle."We've done it! Erik, we've done it! Aha!" He ran to the desk and pulled out the bottle of champagne he kept there. "Come along," he said grinning. "Today you have your first drink." He looked down at Erik. "Well, only half a glass. And don't tell your mother."
Erik didn't care for the taste of champagne, but the joy and laughter on the faces of the men and women who cared for him would be one of his dearest memories. Even if he had fallen asleep by eight o'clock.
May 12, 1943
Erik grinned as he heard Agent Carter's voice outside the office. "Hello, Agent Carter," he said opening the door. He stopped short when he saw there was someone with her. "Oh, I'm sorry."
Agent Carter smiled and Erik once again found himself wishing he was old enough to ask her to dinner. "Hello, Erik. This is Private Rogers. Steve, this is Dr. Erskine's foster-son Erik Lensherr."
"Good to meet you, Erik. Please, call me Steve. Dr. Erskine's mentioned you. He's very proud of you."
Erik couldn't help smiling. "I am on my way to the booth. I'll walk with you I may."
As the lights grew blindingly, Erik crossed his fingers for luck and hoped that the serum would work as the scientists hoped. His breath caught when Rogers ordered the scientists to continue and he couldn't turn away his eyes, even as sparks flew from the broken circuits.
When the metal pod opened to show the result, Erik scrambled down the stairs and shoved his way through the crowd to reach his father. "I knew you'd do it, Vati!" he said, hugging his father and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. Then the room exploded.
Erik's memories of the next few minutes were hazy and fragmented. The falling glass, the screams and gun shots, feel of the blood on his hands hours later and the ringing in his ears. The only moment of clarity was kneeling in the broken glass as Mr. Stark gently prised him away from his dead father.
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