Entry 3

"You punch like a homophobic gorilla."

"what does that even mean???" Steve replied, panting, wincing, and now confused.

I duck my head behind my forearms as the fist lands, and stare at the blonde boy that has gotten a little bit of muscle, but still barely noticeable. I shoot my arm out for a right hook for my counter and hit him in his lower mandible.

He backs away before getting in an aggressive position and goes for an uppercut to the nose. I smack the fist away with the back of my hand and blocked the right hook heading for my jaw with my left forearm, before kicking his calf enough for him to step back and allowing me to effectively jab his solar plexus and knocking the oxygen out of him.

I look towards the sound of panting and see James working out with the bench press. I walk over to the changing room so that I can put on my real clothes.

I go into the changing room closest to us and warped the clothes I made back in the day into existence but before I put them on I switched from all black to all velvet bras, before going with all black again. The all-black skin-tight tanktop with combat pants and boots with white socks, I left the leather jacket unzipped so my abs can show.

I went out while I looked from the pack of gum to the bottle of vodka, debating on if I should enjoy the drink or savor the candy.

"Wow," Steve said in his 'I am a virgin' voice and facial expression.

"I do not wish to see your man boner, now go and workout with James."

"Yes sir!"

I left them through the exit leading to my apartment and walked up to the door. When I opened the door, a little boy with suspenders and a vest over a white shirt was about to knock, looked at my boobs for a while, before realizing that I was staring at him.

"ah, s-sorry ma'am, here's your mail!" He practically threw three letters before running off, taking quick glances before he turned the street corner.

I took the mail and closed the door with my foot as I walked back into the training room where James and Steve are at.

I tossed the mail for James to James, Steve to Steve, and read mine.

In summary, my mail was about me being enlisted in the army as a recruit.

"I made it! I made it in the army!"

Steve screamed after he stared at his letter as James smiled at his own.

"I made it too, buddy! We gonna go to the war together!"

"What's yours about Katrina?" Steve says, messing up my name, but he is a 19th century American, so it's understandable that anything not fully English is like a Denisovan man in the modern era.

"I am going to the war as well."

"That's great! We're all going together!"

"Prepare your luggage. They will not give you toothbrushes, and if your breath smells like garbage when we see each other again, I will make donkeys have a better love life than both of you combined."

"Yes sir!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

I finished my threat by taking a swig of vodka before grabbing a bulging duffle bag and exiting through the apartment door.

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"General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best...Men. And because they're going to get better. Much. Better." Colonel Chester Phillips said his speech as we all stood in formation, and he paused during 'the best men', and looked over to Steve, and then to me, who is currently towering over the others.

"The strategic scientific reserve, it's an allied effort made up the best minds free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history, but, every army starts with one man. And this week, we will choose that man. you will be the first, of the new breed of super-soldier." He looked at Steve and me when he said 'with one man', before continuing his speech.

"They will personally escort Adolf Hitler, to the gates of hell."

"Now get out of here!"

He finished his speech as Sergeant Michael Joseph Duffy yelled at everyone to go away.

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I'm doing a slow jog wearing a tight sports bra so my boobs don't bounce too much next to Steve, as he pants and sweats all over his uniform, running with his arms flailing around in front of him like an air balloon man.

We stop after we reach the crowd in front of us, and Sergeant Duffy yells that the first to get the flag on top of a pole that we stopped beside gets a ride back with agent Margaret Alexandra Carter, who's in a jeep further in front.

The recruits hound the pole as if trying the same thing more than once would create perfect results. When most slide off since it's covered in oil, Steve looks at me for confirmation.

I nod.

He goes over to the pole when everyone else was glaring at it, and pulls the pin at the bottom holding it in place out, resulting in the pole falling over under the dumbfounded stares of everyone else and the smile of agent carter. He picks the flag up and dusts it before rolling it up and handing it to Sergeant Duffy, and jumps into the back seat of the jeep.

I smile as I walk over and jump in the jeep beside him, and gave the woman in the front a closer look before seeing she wasn't my type.

Sergeant Duffy didn't say anything to me since I'm a woman who got into the project rebirth somehow, and only stared at Steve as the driver drove the jeep further down the trail, leaving the men in the dust, but not before I say to Steve,

"You are a good pupil. You did not hump the pole like a horny chimpanzee."