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Marvel Knights - Captain America - Application
Pierce: “A world where one soldier could do it all, a world where morals would not be in question as long as this man kept them in check. Could you imagine anything better?”
Alexander Pierce claps after a brief silence, his rhetorical question allowing nearly no thought towards it.
Pierce: “Of course not, why? Because we’ve already lived it! Captain America was the perfect example. Now could we imagine a Captain America in modern day?”
Pierce looks around as the monitors in front of him are slowly filled with conversation. Once they begin to silence again, a man is ushered forwards.
Pierce: “Three tours, 54 confirmed kills, 22 percent of those killed by his bare hands, ladies and gentlemen… Mr. John F Walker.”
A series of cheers echo throughout the room. Pierce admires Walker and shakes his hand.
Walker: “My fellow Americans on the board, I hope to gain your trust for America’s next super soldier.”
Pierce: “He’s as loyal as they come, reads the bill and acts on it. Fires first, asks questions later. This world is a hasty place, we need a sharp recruit.”
Various politicians voice their support on behalf of Walker, a withstanding gesture of comfort in regard to his capabilities. Screens immediately fade to black after a vote is cast, Pierce puts his arm around Walker and shakes him.
Walker: “Last screen.”
Pierce: “And there, it, goes. I think that went pretty well.”
Walker: “Here’s hoping.”
Pierce: “You listen here Walker, this time next week, the world won’t know what liberty you gave them.”
Walker: “So I’ll be the next Captain America?”
Pierce: “No, Walker. You’ll be much better.”
Pierce lifts his arm from Walker’s shoulder as he pulls out a remote. He then removes the blackened screens from the room, as he begins to walk out, Walker quickly grabs his arm.
Walker: “When do I get my serum?”
Pierce: “In due time, we’re still conducting research.”
Walker: “What kind of research?”
Pierce: “The kind you signed up for, my boy. Could I get Fury in here?”
After proclaiming his request, the door slides open as a man walks through, his uniform tidied to the extent that there were no flaw even minute present. His beard recently trimmed featured sharp lines. One eyebrow suspiciously raised at Walker.
Fury: “Who is this, director?”
Fury doesn’t tense up at the intimidating presence, he welcomes it.
Pierce: “You captured him off the coastal region by that cave, said he was killing indiscriminately.”
Fury: “So you’re presenting him?”
Pierce: “Not after a little brainplay.”
Fury reaches his holster slowly.
Walker: “Think that can stop me?”
Fury: “Almost certainly.”
Walker struts towards him like a predator until Pierce slaps his chest.
Pierce: “Both of you stop this right now. You want to be America’s next hero, Walker? Then act like it or we can send you right back to the cell.”
Walker slows and nearly falls to the ground. His eyes show a dedication like that of a loyal dog. A lack of whimpering is the only dead giveaway that to Fury is sadly missing.
Fury: “Glad to see he can bark on command.”
Pierce: “I said stop to the both of you.”
Fury loses eye contact with Pierce until he begins talking again.
Pierce: “Want that Site Director position?”
Fury knows a request will follow but he doesn’t care at this point.
Fury: “Yes sir.”
Pierce nods and smiles.
Pierce: “Find me Steve Rodgers.”
Fury: “Ain’t that your new soldier?”
Pierce: “Yes, but why not two? One to whip this one into shape.”
Fury turns around and walks towards the door.
Fury: “I’ll have him in 8 hours.”
The door shuts behind Fury and Walker gets in Pierce’s face.
Walker: “Whip me into shape!? I’ve been in basic and in three tours what could I learn fro-“
Pierce punches him on the left cheek and Walker’s head immediately turns back to Pierce.
Pierce: “Nobody has tried using Rodgers’ blood to extract the serum. We need him to trust us first, then he’ll be taken care of.”
Walker’s cheek now covered in blood leaves him unbothered. His feelings of betrayal let go and he shakes Pierce’s hand again.
Pierce: “C’mon, I need to show you to your quarters. Tomorrow is going to be a big day if Fury holds his end.”
Walker follows closely out the door and into the hallway.
Walker: “You need to do something about him, he was about to shoot me.”
Pierce looks over to Walker and halts. He pushes him into a corner.
Pierce: “You don’t talk about Fury from this point on, we won’t be seeing much of him after his mission.”
A grin plasters Walker’s face as he begins to laugh. The two emerge from the corner, Pierce pulls out his radio.
Pierce: “Pierce to Hill, I need the scrambler.”
Pierce reassesses Walker realizing they went too far in scrambling his brain. He contemplates killing him on the spot but the hallway is much too crowded to do so. He reassures himself that the scrambler can fix Walker’s current state regardless of the damage.
Marvel Knights - Captain America - Application
Pierce: “A world where one soldier could do it all, a world where morals would not be in question as long as this man kept them in check. Could you imagine anything better?”
Alexander Pierce claps after a brief silence, his rhetorical question allowing nearly no thought towards it.
Pierce: “Of course not, why? Because we’ve already lived it! Captain America was the perfect example. Now could we imagine a Captain America in modern day?”
Pierce looks around as the monitors in front of him are slowly filled with conversation. Once they begin to silence again, a man is ushered forwards.
Pierce: “Three tours, 54 confirmed kills, 22 percent of those killed by his bare hands, ladies and gentlemen… Mr. John F Walker.”
A series of cheers echo throughout the room. Pierce admires Walker and shakes his hand.
Walker: “My fellow Americans on the board, I hope to gain your trust for America’s next super soldier.”
Pierce: “He’s as loyal as they come, reads the bill and acts on it. Fires first, asks questions later. This world is a hasty place, we need a sharp recruit.”
Various politicians voice their support on behalf of Walker, a withstanding gesture of comfort in regard to his capabilities. Screens immediately fade to black after a vote is cast, Pierce puts his arm around Walker and shakes him.
Walker: “Last screen.”
Pierce: “And there, it, goes. I think that went pretty well.”
Walker: “Here’s hoping.”
Pierce: “You listen here Walker, this time next week, the world won’t know what liberty you gave them.”
Walker: “So I’ll be the next Captain America?”
Pierce: “No, Walker. You’ll be much better.”
Pierce lifts his arm from Walker’s shoulder as he pulls out a remote. He then removes the blackened screens from the room, as he begins to walk out, Walker quickly grabs his arm.
Walker: “When do I get my serum?”
Pierce: “In due time, we’re still conducting research.”
Walker: “What kind of research?”
Pierce: “The kind you signed up for, my boy. Could I get Fury in here?”
After proclaiming his request, the door slides open as a man walks through, his uniform tidied to the extent that there were no flaw even minute present. His beard recently trimmed featured sharp lines. One eyebrow suspiciously raised at Walker.
Fury: “Who is this, director?”
Fury doesn’t tense up at the intimidating presence, he welcomes it.
Pierce: “You captured him off the coastal region by that cave, said he was killing indiscriminately.”
Fury: “So you’re presenting him?”
Pierce: “Not after a little brainplay.”
Fury reaches his holster slowly.
Walker: “Think that can stop me?”
Fury: “Almost certainly.”
Walker struts towards him like a predator until Pierce slaps his chest.
Pierce: “Both of you stop this right now. You want to be America’s next hero, Walker? Then act like it or we can send you right back to the cell.”
Walker slows and nearly falls to the ground. His eyes show a dedication like that of a loyal dog. A lack of whimpering is the only dead giveaway that to Fury is sadly missing.
Fury: “Glad to see he can bark on command.”
Pierce: “I said stop to the both of you.”
Fury loses eye contact with Pierce until he begins talking again.
Pierce: “Want that Site Director position?”
Fury knows a request will follow but he doesn’t care at this point.
Fury: “Yes sir.”
Pierce nods and smiles.
Pierce: “Find me Steve Rodgers.”
Fury: “Ain’t that your new soldier?”
Pierce: “Yes, but why not two? One to whip this one into shape.”
Fury turns around and walks towards the door.
Fury: “I’ll have him in 8 hours.”
The door shuts behind Fury and Walker gets in Pierce’s face.
Walker: “Whip me into shape!? I’ve been in basic and in three tours what could I learn fro-“
Pierce punches him on the left cheek and Walker’s head immediately turns back to Pierce.
Pierce: “Nobody has tried using Rodgers’ blood to extract the serum. We need him to trust us first, then he’ll be taken care of.”
Walker’s cheek now covered in blood leaves him unbothered. His feelings of betrayal let go and he shakes Pierce’s hand again.
Pierce: “C’mon, I need to show you to your quarters. Tomorrow is going to be a big day if Fury holds his end.”
Walker follows closely out the door and into the hallway.
Walker: “You need to do something about him, he was about to shoot me.”
Pierce looks over to Walker and halts. He pushes him into a corner.
Pierce: “You don’t talk about Fury from this point on, we won’t be seeing much of him after his mission.”
A grin plasters Walker’s face as he begins to laugh. The two emerge from the corner, Pierce pulls out his radio.
Pierce: “Pierce to Hill, I need the scrambler.”
Pierce reassesses Walker realizing they went too far in scrambling his brain. He contemplates killing him on the spot but the hallway is much too crowded to do so. He reassures himself that the scrambler can fix Walker’s current state regardless of the damage.