Captain America Journal Entries

"I can't believe it. He's still alive! Call the director, tell him Captain America is alive!" the agent shouted at his partner. Huddled underneath a makeshift medical tent in Greenland were a team of agents, the resistance. Nearby a trail of dead Nazis could be seen. Their blood splattered onto the soft snow. So much for a covert mission. They were meant to be undercover, sent to spy the Nazis as they transported supplies and weapons by cargo ships towards the States. However, during this trip through the ice, they've found something slightly more interesting. In their sights was a large black wing protruding through the glaciers. Curiosity did have the better of them leading to the discovery, Captain America. They came on the radio in which

Cause we can leave…" she trailed off her eyes darken as she bit her lip. She is going to be the end of me. He thought. Placing his hand softly on the side of her face he switched positions with her, his soft lips whispering against her ear.
"There's time for that later my love but first, let's dance." And so they did, they danced, ate, and talked until the Führer appeared. The noise quickly hushed as he took the stage. He was just an older gentleman. His black hair sprinkled with some grey is swept back. He was wearing a black tuxedo, not bad for a 54-year-old man.
"I hoped everyone is having a great time." he boomed. Everyone cheered raising their glasses up high. "I'm glad to hear that." Chuckling he continued, "Now this isn't just a party but we have a special announcement today." He stared at Heinrich as his lips curved. Henry stood up and from the table holding onto Natasha's hand. Her eyes widen, what is he thinking? He tugged her getting onto the stage with him. "What is this all about?" the question ignored as he was facing her now in front of an audience. He stepped down on one knee, a loud gasp could be heard. No, she could not believe it.