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April, 1942

“Please. I bet the guy who didn’t want to recruit you was a German spy.”

“A German spy? Working at the recruiting office?”

“It’s the perfect cover.”

Gabe gave a shrug, and carried on walking up Lefferts Avenue, evidently determined to maintain the illusion that this was a reasonable conceit. Steve, flushing as he stretched his legs to catch up, was willing to bet his second rejection from the United States Armed Forces had a great deal more to do with his failing lungs and pitiful ninety-pound body weight that the machinations of a well placed German spy at a recruiting office in Flatbush.

As Steve finally got his strides equal to Gabe’s, he considered what to do now. He was, insofar as he could discern, a portrait of woe more or less unmatched in the whole of Brooklyn, or possibly the state of New York. At five feet four inches, he was shorter than his mother, when she was alive, by a considerable amount, and as he was ninety-five pounds soaking wet, she had probably outweighed him. He was an orphan, had never had a girlfriend, and had a terrible squint that Bucky liked to say made him look like a mole, and the only glasses he’d ever own were smashed in a street fight three summers prior. His chest hurt more or less constantly, and it was frequently joined in its cacophony of aches and wheezes by his back cracking at odd moments, a precipitous stomach prone to revolting and roiling, a heartbeat that flailed and fluttered whenever he cared to make it out, and an almost total deafness in one ear that left him vulnerable to misunderstanding, alarm, and accidental rudeness alike.

He had been rejected from no fewer than seven jobs on account of his inability to lift anything weighing more than thirty pounds for more than a moment or two; this rejection, on top of a pair of much more painful denials from the U.S. Army, when he attempted to enlist, and his downstairs neighbor Peggy, when he attempted to take her out for a movie, had left him permanently sore and on the verge of picking a fight since the New Year. That Bucky, very possibly the least pathetic aspect of his life hence far, had departed heroically for the European theater and had yet to write, only exacerbated the effect, while at the same time making his anger and energy feel all the more impotent.

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I never read the comics; is pre-Cap Steve really that sickly? I knew he was tiny and weak but damn.

He's quite sickly, though fandom over-exaggerated it.

For sure, but if I were in my late teens and that sickly and tiny, and had a best friend who looked like Sebastian Stan, I would most certainly consider myself irredeemably pitiful, lol

Plus as I mentioned I was projecting a lot of chronic illness feelings onto Steve. I have a habit of doing that :P

That is a good point! (and projecting is fine in fic, I think, it's what it's for).

lol if it's not fine I'm screwed :P

I love the idea of poor tiny Steve growing up to be 90 pounds and Itsy and then his best friend grows up into.......Sebastian Stan. Can you imagine the insecurity. The gay crisis. I mean honestly

Dude, I'm pretty much sure I'd get insecure in a 12 mile radius around SebStan.

I mean......same. And I'm not a queer-ish teenaged boy who weighs 90 lbs :p

??? How is Steve "queerish" in anything outside of fanon?

Lol I was just referencing that his relationship with Bucky can be read as kind of infatuated....and his relationship with Sam definitely can be read as queer. Don't stress bby😘

I borrowed Steve's ailments from the MCU's list of ailments presented in the first film I believe? With some extra stuff from various comics for fun, because the more physically pitiful Steve is, the more....fun?

Slash when I wrote this I was having an awful summer cold and pleurisy and RA flare ups, so I was vindictive, lol

Edit: by extra stuff I think I just mean the partial deafness

Edited 2016-03-23 02:13 (UTC)

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