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Assistant: Title: It's Been A Long, Long Time
        Author: murcfowx murcfowx 
        Chapter: 1/2 
        Summary: You're a brilliant military intelligence officer embedded in the SSR, with a specialty in strategy and signals intelligence and a side hustle of sharp observation and sarcastic commentary. You didn't know that being brought into consult on a secret project of German scientist Abraham Erskine would send you into a whirlwind of banter, danger, late nights in strategy rooms, and looks over a campfire with none other than Steve Rogers, the skinny kid from Brooklyn.Follows the plot of Captain America: The First Avenger pretty closely but there are some changes.
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Signal
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  New York City, 1943
There was a kind of silence that only war could create.Not the absence of sound -- no, that was too easy. The war's silence was louder than that. It crept in between radio transmissions and telegram lines. It settled in the back of your skull, humming behind every order, every broken code, every name that disappeared into static. You had learned to live inside that silence. Sometimes, you even preferred it.You arrived in New York on a rain-slick morning, boots splashed with streetwater, uniform pressed but worn thin at the elbows. A nondescript sedan picked you up from the naval airfield and drove you straight to the edge of Brooklyn, where a red-brick building squatted like it had something to hide.The SSR didn't look like much from the outside. That was by design.Inside, it was all clipped heels on linoleum and voices speaking three speeds too fast. Scientists, soldiers, secretaries -- everyone moved with a kind of desperate urgency. War didn't leave room for slowness. Or mistakes.You signed three sets of papers, surrendered your sidearm, and passed through two steel-reinforced doors before anyone so much as offered you a cup of coffee.When they did, it was cold.You drank it anyway.-------
  Intelligence Division, Strategic Scientific Reserve

  Specialist _________ _______

  Clearance Level 4

  Primary Focus: Signal Interception, Strategic Analysis, Cipher Breakdown

  Current Assignment: Project Rebirth
-------The SSR didn't know what to do with you, not really. Intelligence officers weren't supposed to be this young, this blunt, or this good at their jobs. You had climbed through the ranks the hard way -- on speed, on instinct, and on the kind of problem-solving that made most senior officers uncomfortable. You had a tendency to be right even when you weren't supposed to be.You'd been recruited for Project Rebirth six weeks earlier after flagging an intercepted broadcast from a Hydra relay station in Alsace. It wasn't just the content -- it was the structure. The signal didn't match any known Hydra encryptions. It was cleaner. Smarter. More dangerous.You decoded it in six hours. What it revealed made Washington go very quiet.Two days later, your orders changed.-------Your office was more storage closet than workspace, wedged between a lab and a wire room. You didn't complain. It was quiet. It had a desk, two chairs, and a giant chalkboard you immediately covered in grid maps and signal spikes. One wall you reserved for photographs -- black-and-white surveillance stills from all across Europe. Another held your cipher logs, color-coded by origin and complexity. Red was Hydra. Blut was Axis-adjacent chatter. Yellow meant "We're probably not supposed to be listening to this, but too bad."At first, no one paid you much attention. You preferred it that way.But then the results started rolling in.-------In your third week, you corrected a troop deployment error in North Africa that saved over two hundred Allied lives. In your fourth, you decrypted a shipment manifest that led to the discovery of a Hydra weapons cache in Norway. By week five, Colonel Phillips was muttering your name like a curse he was starting to respect.You didn't have friends in the building -- just colleagues. Even the ones who liked you didn't know much about you. You came in early, stayed late, and only smoked when something on the airwaves gave you a headache.People had theories, of course.That you'd lost someone early in the war. 
That you never spoke about your family.
That you were too sharp for your own good.All of it was true.None of it was the whole story.-------The morning you received the full dossier on Project Rebirth, you read it three times. One for the science.
One for the politics.
One for the silence between the lines.The idea was simple. Transform a single soldier -- one man -- into the kind of weapon the Axis wouldn't see coming. Faster, stronger, braver. Smarter, too, if they were lucky. The serum was experimental. The ethics, murky. The outcome? Unclear.You didn't like variables you couldn't map.But Erskine's notes stopped you.They weren't just scientific. They were... hopeful. Thoughtful. Almost philosophical. He talked about the weight of power. The responsibility of choice. About how the serum didn't change the soul -- it just amplified what was already there.You wrote in the margin, in tidy script:
  "Science doesn't choose the soldier. People do. Choose better."
You didn't sign your name. But when the file came back to your desk a day later, there was a single word written underneath in softer ink:"Agreed."-------You met Dr. Abraham Erskine over tea and paper maps.He was older than you expected, but not as frail. He had the kind of eyes that saw too much and smiled anyway."You are very young," he said, not unkindly."And you're not a physicist," you replied, glancing over his notes.He blinked. "Excuse me?""Your math has a biologist's patience. You're measuring tolerance, not force. This isn't about power -- it's about balance."Erskine smiled, pleased. "Very good, Miss ____."You tilted your head. "It's Specialist ____, actually. Military intelligence. I wasn't invited here for pleasantries.""No," he said. "You were invited because you are the only one who has questioned whether this program should exist at all."You said nothing. That, too, was your specialty.-------In the days that followed, yo uwatched from the sidelines as the first candidates were brought in. Soldiers, mostly -- big men with perfect records and sharper tempers. Men who treated war like a ladder. Men who thought survival meant stepping on someone else's hands.You noted them all in your fileToo aggressive. Too arrogant. Too unstable.
One of them failed a psychological profile so thoroughly that Erskine didn't even let him through the second interview.You watched from behind the mirror, arms folded, lips tight. You didn't need to see the candidates to know they weren't right. You could hear it in their speech patterns. Their responses. Their lack of uncertainty.People who knew they were good rarely were.-------At night, you'd return to your signal room and put on your headphones, tracking Hydra frequencies with an eerie kind of calm. The lab techs downstairs called you The Ghost -- because you never made noise and never made mistakes.You didn't mind. Ghosts didn't get court-martialed. Or mourned.-------In between frequencies, you studied the patterns of the war -- the waves of chaos, the shapes of supply lines, the cracks forming in enemy radio chains. You knew the silence Hydra used when they were about to strike. You knew how the air felt when something terrible was about to unfold.The same silence now lingered around Project Rebirth.You didn't know if it was dread or hope.Both had the same weight.-------It was a Thursday when Colonel Phillips called you into his office with a grunt and a wave."We've got a new candidate. Erskine wants your opinion."You raised an eyebrow. "I thought I was here for intelligence, not moral vetting.""Same thing, these days," Phillips muttered. "Just get down to Evaluation Room C. You'll want to see this one for yourself."You almost didn't go. You had three intercepted transmissions flagged in red waiting on your desk and a half-written brief due by morning.But something -- some gut-deep instinct -- told you to listen.So you did.-------And that, as it turned out, was the moment everything began to change.'
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