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Fill: Selective Service 1/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

[For part two of the prompt]

After the serum, there's a lot of tests. Speed, endurance, lung capacity. They want to know if it worked, if it made him not just taller and broader but betterThe results are enough to warrant champagne all round. Steve can sprint faster than a horse. He can keep running for over 24 hours. He can hold his breath under water for thirty minutes

Re: Fill: Selective Service 1/? (Gen)

[donchuwanna]

oh boy anon. when will Steve learn he doesnt always have to fall on the grenade?

Fill: Selective Service 2/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

The problem with tests, as it turns out, is that they don't simulate real conditions. Running on a treadmill for six hours is not the same as sprinting through clouds of smoke, dodging shells and trying to make sure that everybody gets out alive. Holding your breath for thirty minutes in a lab is not the same as being dunked into the ocean without warning, breathing in enough salt water to fill half your lungs before you even know what's happened. Going thirty rounds with a practice dummy is not like fighting a giant robot when you've got four broken ribs and even the healing factor isn't fast enough

Fill: Selective Service 3/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

The hemisphere, as it turns out, comes with a large number of things that look like people but act like robots. Drones, Stark calls them over the intercom, like the remote-controlled planes. Steve isn't sure whether they're living beings in any way that he understands it, but he is sure that there are way too many of them and they just keep on coming, pouring out of the hemisphere in every direction. Thor would be a big help right now, but Thor's in Asgard, and so Steve has to make do with what he's got. He splits the time, one member in each cardinal direction, with the Hulk on the hemisphere itself, trying to smash his way through. Damage control: not his favourite strategy, but right now the best way to prevent more civilian casualties. He eyes the smoke, and sends Natasha and Clint to the upwind directions. Who knows what's burning to make something that colour

Fill: Selective Service 4/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

Steve notices his fingernails have started to take on a bluish tinge just as there's an almighty crash from the direction of the hemisphere and a white light spills out in waves. The drones fall as it passes over them, and then it hits Steve in the chest like something physical, and he finds himself on his back, gasping and heaving. He closes his eyes for a second. Don't panic, focus, focusThe supersoldier serum hasn't cured Steve's asthma, but it does give him an extraordinarily rapid recovery period. By the time Natasha appears beside him, the smoke's clearing a little, and he's sitting up, throat barely constricted any more

Fill: Selective Service 5/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

Bucky's the only one who knows. The other, the commandos, they only met Steve after the serum, when he was already different, not normal. It's easy enough to wave away their concern, to tell them it's just adrenaline that has him light-headed after a long battle, that it's a side-effect, nothing to be worried about. Bucky, though, Bucky's known Steve longer than anyone left alive, since the day Steve went to the orphanage. Bucky's seen Steve sick, he's seen him dizzy, he's seen him unable to breathe. He's been scared for Steve's life more than once, Steve knows that, even if neither of them would ever acknowledge it. So when Steve can't stand up any more, when Steve collapses on a fallen log with his heart thundering in his ears, Bucky sits beside him and pushes gently on his back, manoeuvring until Steve's head is between his knees

Fill: Selective Service 6/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

After the Los Angeles mission, there's a lull, of sorts. No aliens attacking the earth. No particular reason for the team to get together. Of course, the occasional comment from Fury makes it clear to Steve that the rest of the Avengers are together, whenever they're in town. It makes sense. Why not stay in a luxuriously appointed billionaire's penthouse if you have the chance? But there's no reason for Steve to go over there, and Stark doesn't invite him, so he stays in his little apartment and tries to decide what he's going to do next

Fill: Selective Service 7/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

He has no idea how much time has passed when he comes to himself to find a shadowy figure standing at the foot of his bed. He sits up sharply, flipping on the light. Lucky for him, the migraine's mostly past, or both he and the intruder would probably be finding themselves treated to a second run of the last meal Steve ate

Re: Fill: Selective Service 7/? (Gen)

[shadow_ravin]

More please? This is awesome!

Re: Fill: Selective Service 7/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

I got sort of turned off on Steve after the Avengers. Not sure why, since I liked him in Captain America. You've really made me fall back in love with the character again though. I can't wait to see what will happen next.

[anonymous]

Ahh yay this was my prompt :'3 thank you so much I can't wait to read what happens next!!

Re: Fill: Selective Service 7/? (Gen)

[bradygirl_12]

Eek, more, please! Stupid, darling, noble Steve! :)

Re: Fill: Selective Service 7/? (Gen)

[donchuwanna]

thats right Steve keep digging. maybe youll find china. -_-'

Fill: Selective Service 8/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

Steve doesn't have a whole lot of memories of his mother, and he clings to the ones he does have, replays them in his mind often so that they don't fade. There's one where she's washing clothes in a tub in their tiny apartment. The tub fills most of the main room, and mom has moved her bed out of the way. The window's open, and it's summer outside, and Steve's telling her some kind of joke because she's laughing, suds up her arms and wet patches on her dress and she's laughing. That's Steve's favourite memory of her, even if he can't remember what the joke was.

Steve's least favourite memory is of the two of them sitting at the folding table. It's still summer, but this time there's no laughing. Steve's gripping the table with one hand and his mother's arm with the other, and she's telling him breathe, sweetheart, it's OK, just breathe through it, you'll be fine. The weird thing about the memory is that the part of it that relates to Steve's lungs, to the way his chest just wouldn't expand properly and his throat was tight and he was

Fill: Selective Service 9/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

Two months after the formation of the Avengers, Thor comes back. Unfortunately, he's followed by a woman who makes Loki seem well-adjusted.

“She is Amora,” says Thor to Steve as they're sheltering behind a rock from the ravening horde of shadow creatures that have just appeared out of nowhere.

“She seems pretty mad at you,” Steve notes, and Thor grimaces.

“Our history is long and storied,” he says, which Steve supposes is his way of saying it's complicated. Apparently Asgard has a never-ending supply of slightly insane sorcerors who have a complicated relationship with their crown prince

Fill: Selective Service 10/? (Gen)

[anonymous]

“OK, so what the hell happened?” says Fury, leaning against the door of the med-bay and not looking impressed in the slightest. Steve carefully keep his gaze trained on the readout of the treadmill. Thirty minutes and counting. He hopes they don't make him go the full forty-eight hours to prove he's fit. Steve likes to run, but treadmills get pretty boring after a while.

“It was a spell to steal all the strength from its victim,” says Thor. “It works only momentarily.”

“Which is why you went down and got right back up again,” says Bruce from where he's checking Steve's vitals. “But it doesn't explain what it did to Steve's heart.”

“I do not know,” says Thor. He stares up at Steve. “The spell is intended for Asgardians. Perhaps it is more dangerous for humans.”

“Right,” Bruce says. “Maybe if it had been someone less,” he gestures, “super, it would've been instantly fatal