ATTENTION:
DARK SCENE IN THE END.
if anything close to death can trigger you, please don't read this chapter.
I care.

He sat up, his hands clasped behind his head as he let out a sigh of frustration. And then, he let himself drop back onto the grass in fatigue. Again, he took a deep breath in, gritting his teeth together he sat up again. “Even my grandmother can do more then you group of damsels!” Adamson yelled, and it didn't go unnoticed that today, the man was more agitated then usually. With a hiss, Will dropped back into the dampened grass, relaxing his muscles just for second, only to sit back up.

“Attention!” the group scrambled up, everyone were still as statues, their faces red and sweat rolling down their backs. There was a woman standing next to Adamson, she was breathtaking, but too old for William. No one said anything as she walked down the line, wearing uniform meant for women. “Stand at Ease. I am agent Carter, and I am taking over Warrant Adamsons place for the next five days to make sure you are in top shape. We have a lot to do, so I suggest you have a good rest today.” she said, to Williams surprise, she was British and immediately he was caught off guard by flashbacks.

He wondered how Rosa was doing, most likely, she was sucked into another library.

“Dismissed.” she said, Will could see that Adamson wasn't pleased with her decision to let the unit get off the hook so early. His eyes landed on William who simply looked at him smugly. “Rogers, walk with me.” Will tensed up, looking like deer on headlights as Agent Carter's dark eyes landed on him.

Did she know her? That must be Margaret Carter, Rosa's sister. It had to be. “Of course, ma'am.” he said, shaking the surprise off as he stepped next to Agent Carter, offering her his arm. He could see couple of confused glances from his team, but he ignored them. He was curious, but also quite scared. If she knew him, he was doomed.

Agent Carter's form was the same, bland dark color as the rest of them, but there was something about her that screamed independence and righteousness. The silence made him anxious, he was tense as he kept eyeing the woman. What could she possibly want with someone like William?

She stopped, glancing the distance between them and anyone in the hearing distance. “You can speak freely soldier, I was told that you'll be shipped off tomorrow morning, correct?” she asked, and William couldn't detect any emotion on her face, nor the dark eyes that were so familiar to Rosa's. He clasped his hands behind his back, standing a proper distance from her. “Yes, ma'am.” he had to squint his eyes a little because the sun was getting quite low already, making it shine into his sky blue orbs.

“Will Rogers, is it short for William?” two people had asked in such a short time. It made him gulp anxiously, but he shook his head in no. “No, William is my father, I am just Will.” that's a lie, I'm William, and my father was Joseph. “Do you happen to have any relations to Steven Grant Rogers?”

That question was like a lighting from the clear sky, uh oh. He forced himself to keep his breathing calm, the lady looked just curious. The fair haired teen managed a frown, looking as if he was thinking hard. “No, ma'am, not that I know of. Why?”

She seemed to look him up and down, some would say that she was checking him out, but Will knew better. She had to be friend of Steve's and she was currently analysing their similarities.

Wait, Steve had lady friends?

Realising that made William want to smile, but that would have been very odd, so he pushed it down and instead held the eye contact. He could see she was uneasy. “You just reminded me of someone, and you have the same lastname. Just wanted to check.” she said, believing William. “Is everything alright, ma'am?” he asked curiosity, wondering if she would give away what sort of relationship she had with Steve. “Yes, I wanted to speak with you about tomorrow actually. The car leaves 7am sharp, you're expected to be ready by then. Being late is not tolerable.“she changed the topic, keeping her chin up.

William was a bit bitter that he didn't manage to get to know more about Steve, but he imagined if he asked any more questions about him she'd get suspicious.

“Yes, understandable. I'll be waiting by 7am. Anything else, miss?” he asked, finding it was good time to high tail away from her. For all he knew, she could be quite close with Steve.

Even though he doubted it.

“No, I apologise for holding you back from your dinner.” she said, taking a step back. “No harm done, have a pleasant evening, ma'am.” he said with a smile and left.

After the bland dinner he sat on his punk, ignoring the small commotion from Lance's group as they wrestled for the next days dessert.
He briefly wondered where Ruben was, usually the skinny man would be on his punk and read a book, but he had been missing the whole dinner. Will didn't give it much though as he stared down on the blank paper. A frown pulled on his brows as he tilted his head. Agent Carter must have been Rosa's older sister, and she had brough back quilty feelings.

All this time away, and William hadn't written Rosa anything. Not a single letter. He wondered if she even remembered him. He pushed the silly thought from his mind as soon as it came, of course she did. She had helped him and she had kissed him after all. On the cheek, but still, it had been a kiss.

My dearest Rosa,

He halted, wondering if he should write her full name. It would be appropriate, but since it was a private letter, he thought he could leave it like that. Steve was a gentleman, not William.

I apologise for the wait, it has been quite the adventure so far. The camp is packet and new trainees have just arrived. We've been staying indoors and out in the forest in dents. We've been taught the ways of our enemies and what it's like to carry a gun. I hope everything is alright back in home and you're doing fairly well yourself. Have you heard anything about Mrs. Davis? I hope she's too busy with the upcoming wedding of her niece rather than worrying about me. But mostly importantly, how are you?
I'll be waiting your letter with a smile and some sunshine.

Yours truly,
William

A ghost of a smile brushed his lips as he folded the letter, before sealing the envelope firmly, he placed a small white flower in there. He wanted nobody but Rosa glancing at his handwriting. He was sure she would spot the row of grammatical errors and the wrong usage of words, but this letter was for her. This was his first letter, never has he ever written a letter before. He has never had a reasons to. So, he hoped it was okay.

He knew there was only one day in a week they allowed to send letter out, and unfortunately, he wouldn't be in the camp anymore. Since Ruben wasn't in the room, he turned towards Lance who was mocking the boy who had lost their small wrestling match. “Hey, Lance, can you do me a favour?” he asked, stepping beside the muscular man. He didn't miss the hint of jealousy in his eyes. When everyone had heard of him being sent out earlier, it was as if an iron wall had been placed between them. Most people gave him the evil eye and the eye rolls. Lance wasn't any different. “Yeah, sure. What does the Boney Willy want? Oh great saviour of America?” Will brushed the irony aside, holding out the envelope. “Can you send it out for me? I won't be here Monday to send it out myself.” he said, watching as Lance stared at the envelope. He shrugged, snapping the object from Williams tanned and scarred fingers. The boy threw it on his bed and looked down at Will. “Of course, everything for a fellow soldier.”

Before William had the chance to mend their false friendship, someone threw the door open with such force it bounced back from the wall. Everyone froze, staring wide-eyed at Thomas Hilfider who was sweating like a pig, his face red and hair tousled and wet. “Guys! You have to see this! Th-there! He's in the bathroom! This girl, Rubert!” he stuttered, his eyes wide with excitement and horror.

Ruben.

William didn't wait another second as he shot past Thomas, leaving everyone to trail behind him as he dashed down the dark corridors, dodging other people who had been awoken by the commotion. William violently pushed aside a group of young adults, his heart beating wildly as he stumbled into the showering and bathroom area, and his breathing stopped. He was sure even his heart had skipped a beat or two. A harsh emotion akin to terror and sadness seemed to shot through his heart like thunder.

Ruben was wearing no socks nor boots, the army pants low on his hips, a size or two too big. His torso was bare. Small, dark bruises on his ribs. His ribs were visible and ghostly on his pale skin, as if they woul pop out any minute. But what really brough the tears to Williams eyes, was the belt that was meant to keep up the pants.

The leather was way too dark around his neck, it dug into his windpipe with such force that Ruben's neck had turned green and blue. His grey eyes were wide but frozen and empty.

Ruben Hill hung in the bathroom, his last sight had been his skinny self staring at himself from the mirror.

Medics had pushed William out, his ears were ringing and he kept falling, and falling and falling...

When he was pushed into the corridors to sit down against the wall, his blue eyes caught a figure of a bulky man.

Adamson was standing a little bit away from the crowd, looking disappointed and angry. When their eyes met, the Warrant Officer send him a heated glare, turned on his heels and disappeared back into the shadows.

William did not know what or how to feel. He felt betrayed and guilty.

But mostly, he felt so angry that the tears behind his sky blue orbs were burning him.

He was burning.

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I'm, uh, can't say I hope you liked it. But, I mean, I hope it didn't chase anyone away.

See you later, loves. And if anyone ever wishes to speak about anything and nothing at all, I'm always here for you pal, okay?