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"Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it."

               - Castle, Hasley

It was one thing to help the senator sell a few bons, but it was an entirely different thing to make Steve stand in front of hundreds of soldiers in a skintight halloween costume and recite a few words written to make children laugh.

Even I was embarrassed for him. Out of all the thing I pictured happening to him after the serum, this was not one of them.

I was standing behind the curtains, leaning against a support beam with my arms crossed. Watching him fumble on stage had become my new source for entertainment.

"Bring back the girls!" Someone from the crowd shouts.

"I think they only know the one song. But, um... Let me...I'll see what I can do." He tries to improvise.

"You do that, sweetheart!"

"Nice boots, Tinkerbell!"

"Come on guys. We're all on the same team here." Steve tries to reason with them. Bad move Steven.

"Hey captain! Sign this!" One man in the crowd stands up and flashes his ass. The soldiers start cheering and someone throws a tomato at his shield.

At this point it's no longer fun for me and Steve walks off the stage. "That was extremely painful to watch." I comment.

"You gonna mock me too?" He says walking past me. I follow behind him and shrug my shoulders.

"Well I was, then you got a tomato in the face." I point out, hopping down the steps of the stage.

He sits down under the canopy and immediately opens his drawing book. "You know you don't have to keep doing these pointless shows."

"They're not completely pointless." He argues.

"Oh yeah, I forgot the one thing that always wins wars. Singing and dancing!" I say sarcastically.

"It was either that or be a lab rat." He reminds me.

"Neither more exciting than the other." I say.

I lay down on the bench next to him while he sketches. I loved to draw as well, but my sketch book was mostly filled with images of Bucky.

It started to rain shortly and the rest of the soldiers had retreated to their tents. I was laying down with my back on the bench fiddling with my ring. Sneaking glances at Steve's drawing every once in awhile. A dancing monkey. How ironic.

"Hello Steve, Alex." A familiar voice comes from behind us and I sit up. The voice belongs to Peggy.

"Hi." Steve says surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Officially I'm not here at all." She says sitting down. "That was quite a performance."

"Yeah, uh, I had to improvise a little bit. Crowds I'm used to are usually a little more... twelve." He sighs. He wasn't wrong either, his speeches were probably written by one as well. Every word was bullshit.

"You're america's new hope." Peggy says mimicking the news headlines.

"Bond sales take a ten percent bump on every state I visit." He says.

"That's Senator Brandt's idea?" She asks.

"At least he's got me doing this. Phillips would have had me stuck in a lab."

"And these are your only two options? A lab rat or a dancing monkey?" She says looking down at his sketch. "You were meant for more than this you know?"

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