The knock on the wide wooden doors echoed in the big main room of the Social Science department. The old professor looked down over his glasses from his position up in the book case ladder, and called for the visitor once his feet were on the floor again. A big forehead with the in fashion combover confidently peaked through, as if assuring that it was he who had been called.

"Phil Coulson, come in," the chairman skimmed his hands over his suit, and walked ahead of the student, sitting at his chair in front of the big window, which in-coincidently had the best view of the university statue.

23 year old Phil Coulson, in his white shirt, black vest outfit walked straight backed towards the desk in front of the big window on the other side of the room. As he casually smiled and looked about the room, he stopped, starring at a plaque-d round disk with letters in different assortments written around the edges. Phil detoured towards the object, chuckling as he figured out what it was. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the chairman staring at him, with his chin on one fist and his glasses held in the other hand.

"May I?" Coulson asked.

"If you know what it is," the professor motioned with his glasses before putting them back on, returning to the file in his hand.

"How could I not? It's a cipher disk from the civil war. The Union cipher disk. Yellow heavy card stock. The A.J.M, named after General Albert Meyer."

"I truly admire your passion for details of history, Mr. Coulson. It is so rare to come around these days."

"I take it that's why I'm here?"

"Yes, Mr. Coulson. There are some people, that recognize that passion of yours, and, let's just say, they have their own opinions about it. Now, can you have a seat?"

"Oh, right," the student pulled himself from the historical artifact, looking back at it one more time before sitting across from the professor. 

"Great. Let me just get the files in order here. Ah, here they are." While professor Lepek was collecting the documents, Phil could hear the faint music of the orchestra coming through the floor. After binding the papers in a clip, the chairman began to list ALL of Phil Coulson's achievements, and told him that a government organization had taken notice of his talents, while Phil focused in on the cello solo, which seemed to properly supplement the situation he found himself in.

"Phil, how much do you know of the WWII organization known as the Stra-"

"The Strategic Scientific Reserve? I'm assuming that's what you were going to say."

"Ah ye-"

"It was formed in 1940 under the orders of Franklin Roosevelt, to counter the heavy war science division of Hitler's army. The first Commanding Officer was Chester Phillips, and the CEO of Stark Industries was their lead weapons scientist. And when their goal was to create the best army in history, well" Phil excitedly shrugged his shoulders, "every army starts with one man."

"Prec-"

"Captain America, to be precise. I-I am a big fan."

Professor Lepek chuckled at the faint redness spreading across the student's face.

"Amazing, Mr, Coulson." the professor shook his pointed index finger at the student across. "But I do have to admit, a little annoying."

"Sorry, sir." he replied, clasping his hands on his legs without breaking eye contact with the chairman.

"Now, as you said, the SSR was very science based, which is true. But, after the Allies won the war, the project was expanded, to what specifically some people in the world know as the Strategic Homeland Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate."
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Coulson laughed. "S.H.I.E.L.D."

"And last week, Phil Coulson," the chairman leaned forward and took off his glasses,"S.H.I.E.L.D has reached out to the university, with the goal to recruit you into their agency. Now, I know this is sudden, and may probably be hard-"

"Are you kidding me?! S.H.I.E.L.D, the people who made Captain America, want to recruit me! You don't know how much this means to me. Boy, 12 year old me would have been so proud, hell 23 year old me is so proud! Thank you, so much, sir." Phil toned down his excitement and his smile settled as realization hit him. "You did say yes, didn't you."

"Well, they want you. YOU should reply to them. Here," Professor Lepek handed Phil a thick black envelope, with a silver eagle emblemed in the center.

The astounded student blankly stared at the parcel he had been given.

"This-this is such an amazing opportunity."

"I think you should go to your dorm and pack your things, Mr. Coulson. I believe you will be having to report soon."

Coulson jumped up from his seat, not clumsily enough to drop his recruitment packet, and walked back towards the door. Phil was stoked to go back and start packing, but stopped one more time at the cipher disk.

"Hey, professor. Do you think Captain America would have been Union or the Confederate? I think he would have been with the Union, after all, he is the biggest symbol of freedom, he would NEVER have stood for the slavery of Af-"

"Good evening, Mr. Coulson. I understand you have a very busy day ahead of you," professor Lepek ordered the student over the stack of student papers in his hands. Phil looked at the stack in his own hand, and awkwardly made his way out of the door.

The chairman took off his glasses and shook his head, chuckling as he reached for a lower drawer on his desk. Looking at the card he took out, he blew away the dust and put it in its envelope,

"Well then, Captain America, I think you might do better with your biggest fan that at the bottom of a drawer."

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ugh so stupid, but I wanted to get this story out. The idea came to me last week so it is still in development, as in I haven't even drafted properly yet. So, I will update the chapter again too. If the description was too confusing let me know.

thankyou for reading.