(TL: PLEASE REMEMBER this is AU and the names of the organization or the date of establishment MIGHT be different. Thank You)
"Hi, my name is Howard Stark, and I'm in charge of the mechanical engineering division."
"Hello, my name is Abraham Erskine, and I'm in charge of biological genetic engineering."
"Hello, I'm Alan, in charge of cleaning."
Alan crossed his arms, holding Howard's hand on the left with his right hand and Dr. Erskine's on the right with his left.
The two men wore very strange expressions. They had heard that an expert with an abnormal brain was coming, but they didn't expect to be unable to keep up with his rhythm from the moment he started speaking.
Wilson pointed a finger at his own head. "He has a problem here," he reminded them.
The two men nodded in agreement. To be at the top of their respective fields, they had to rely on real ability. It was okay for experts and doctors to be a little crazy, as long as they had insights on the same issues and could benefit from each other. If it was all just for show, he would eventually be kicked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't keep idle people.
"Dr. Alan, we are exploring a project to enhance the human body to its limits. I wonder if you have any opinions." Dr. Erskine asked casually. This sloppy old man was the person responsible for developing the super-soldier serum, and Howard could only assist on the side, helping to build an instrument that could fuse the serum.
"If you don't have enough strength, you can just make up for it with equipment," Alan said very seriously. "Have a bazooka in your left hand and a Gatling gun in your right. Shout 'Ura!' and you won't be afraid even if you meet Thanos."
"Sorry, I'm busy." Dr. Erskine's expression changed, and he turned to his work area. Not only was he sloppy, but he also had a weird personality.
Howard consoled him. "Dr. Erskine only likes to deal with experts who speak the same language as him."
"It's just the Super Soldier Serum. It's not that impressive." Alan had a look of disdain on his face and couldn't help but pinch his armpits. Suddenly, a bold idea popped into his mind.
"You know how to develop serum?" Howard's eyes lit up, wanting to find out more about Alan's background.
"Boil and stew. I can cook a pot." Isn't alchemy one of my skills? he thought. A potion is nothing more than an old witch putting spices in a pot and cooking it into a stinking soup. This was how Alan understood it.
Howard frowned, wondering if the other man had misunderstood him. He kindly reminded him, "In a month, senior military officials will be visiting. As long as we can produce results, we can get a lot of financial support."
"That's specially prepared for me," Alan said confidently. "I'll show them something amazing when the time comes."
After ending their initial introductions, Alan and Wilson went to their exclusive work area. There were many tools on display, and they could get anything they needed. Wilson's eyes lit up when he looked at the precision micro-lathes.
"Alan, the precision lathes provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. are more than two levels higher than those of the Soviet Union." Wilson stroked the machine and couldn't help but sigh. "No wonder America is so far ahead in terms of technology. The experts here not only have theoretical knowledge but also the corresponding practical skills."
However, Alan was not interested at all and sat listlessly in his chair.
"Alan, what first?" After confirming Alan's real ability, Wilson did not dare to show off his skills and hoped to see more advanced inventions.
"Slacking off."
"Slacking off?"
Alan said seriously, "If you don't slack off during work, does it even count as work?"
"…"
What you said makes so much sense that I am speechless. In an instant, Wilson's enthusiasm for work was extinguished, and he slumped onto the sofa next to Alan.
"It must be nice to slack off at work," Alan asked, baring his front teeth.
"Yeah, it feels great," Wilson admitted frankly. He had never enjoyed himself like this at his age.
"Wilson, it's time for dinner. Let's take a look at the food in the cafeteria."
"Okay."
From that day on, S.H.I.E.L.D. had two more idle people. They went to work on time, drank coffee, and lay on the sofa while waiting for dinner. When Howard asked, Alan responded that he was thinking of new weapons. Wilson, of course, would just say, "I'm just an assistant; what can I do?"
Within three days, Colonel Chester Phillips, one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., brought in a short, thin young man. "He's Steve Rogers, my choice for the super-soldier."
Carter, Howard, Erskine, Alan, and Wilson looked at the thin and shy future Captain America. Someone immediately came out to oppose Colonel Phillips' decision.
Dr. Erskine said seriously, "Colonel, you are playing with his life. He is so thin that he can't bear the serum at all. He is likely to die of genetic collapse." He was an expert in the field of biology, and no one was qualified to tell him what to do.
"I value Steve's personal character, his courage to confront power, and his willingness to make sacrifices. He is the most suitable candidate," Colonel Phillips said firmly. Steve had not given up the fight when facing a much larger man. He had protected his teammates by pressing a grenade to himself, willing to sacrifice his own life. Based on these two points alone, Colonel Phillips had determined that he was the future Captain America.
"Boss, I support you." Alan walked up to Steve, shook his hand, and said, "Hello, Stevie. Where's your buddy?"
"…"
Steve was stunned for a moment, then reacted. "You mean Bucky? He's receiving training in the army."
"Forget your buddy, Stevie. I promise to make you a hunk with a perfect butt."
"…"
Steve's shy personality made him a little overwhelmed when facing Alan. It was natural for everyone to ignore Alan. They were the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. and had already decided to give him another month of observation or just let him have some free food and drinks and then send him away.
The scene was noisy and heated. Ultimately, Colonel Phillips used his power to decide the candidate for the super-soldier. A lot happened in the next three days. S.H.I.E.L.D. began arranging the serum enhancement work. Soviet and Hydra agents lurking in America secretly contacted Alan. Alan, obsessed with being a triple agent, gladly accepted the appointments and brought back a small telegraph that could transmit information to both forces. He directly revealed the serum plan.
Alan, who was surprisingly quiet, was planning a bigger event. Life is either about living or preparing for living.
On the fourth day, before the super-soldier experiment began, Alan pointed at the instrument and consoled Steve, "Don't be afraid, Stevie. Everyone has a first time. Once you lie down in there, it will break down, and you'll be cremated in no time."
Steve's originally calm heart immediately became uneasy. The instrument was like a pharaoh's sarcophagus, connected to many circuit wires. He was genuinely worried about leakage or fire. By then, it would be impossible to escape.
Alan pointed at Howard, who was debugging and inspecting the equipment. "You have to trust Howard's craftsmanship. If there is a problem, he'll bury both you and the machine. I guarantee that there will be no evidence."
"Can you please say something positive?" Steve had a sad face and even thought about quitting. Unfortunately, things had come to this point. With senior military officials and representatives from all walks of life present to observe, he had no choice but to go through with it. Besides, Colonel Phillips would definitely force him into the instrument.
"On the bright side, the serum will probably work. The asymmetry of the left and right breasts and the possibility that one side of your butt is round while the other is flat are not big problems. I know Dr. Chelsea from the League of Assassins. He can put some silicone pads on you, and you won't even be able to tell that you had surgery."
"You are really good at comforting people."
Steve: o(╥﹏╥)o
(TL: PLEASE REMEMBER this is AU and the names of the organization or the date of establishment MIGHT be different. Thank You)
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