Chapter 4
The sound of his Father yelling his name woke him , pulled him from the safe warm place. "Steve" his father's voice boomed out. "I'm coming dad" Steve said nonchalantly. Sleep dripping from his voice.
He collected his thoughts as he rubbed his eyes killing away all the drowsiness. He looked over at his night stand and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He plugged it into the charger and sat up.
"I was asleep" Steve says as he gets up and makes his way to the opened door. He walked slowly to the kitchen as he was greeted by his dad. His father , a captain in the army.
His father was in his dress uniform and wore his clothes proudly. "Have you packed yet Steven?" He said as he advanced towards his son hugging him lightly. Hugging the small fragile frame of his son.
"Yeah I packed yesterday" Steve said accepting the hug and wrapping his arms on the man before him. "I'm gonna miss you a lot dad" Steve said pulling away from the warm welcoming hug.
" 'course you are kiddo" his dad spoke as he messed Steve's hair. He left the kitchen and walked to his office. Steve sighed and took out an already made sandwich he had bought yesterday.
As he ate it he walked back to his room and shut the door. He turned on his speaker and connected his ipod. He started to play music from bands like greenday, smashing pumpkins, wheezer and guns and roses.
He played it not so loud so he didn't disturb his father. A song he didn't remember having started playing. As he checked the ipod he saw the band was 'Arctic Monkeys'. "Probably Natasha" he said as he listened to it.
He felt the same tug of sleep. He didn't let it take him back, he wanted to listen. 'Knee socks' was the name of the song that just ended. 'Why'd you only call me when you're high?' Was the one just started.
'Creative names' Steve thought as he laid back on his bed looking up at his golden cream coloured walls. Wooden floor. White door and window frames. Blue bed and shelves of books. He had a closet with all his clothes.
'Do I wanna know?' Started to play as he looked on the ground to the bag of his clothes that he was to use for the camp site.
(Time lasp)
Breathing is hard.
Sweat is dripping off of him.
He wants to quit but he doesn't at the same time.
For his father.
For Natasha.
For himself.
They told him they'd try his best,
To make him better.
He wants to make his father proud.
Today is the last day.
They gave him a serum.
The serum had to be activated with fitness.
He's grown a bit taller.
Sharper features.
A bit more muscle has grown on his frame.
He can take a beating or give one.
Yet he is still a fragile heart deep inside.
He wants to cry, like the grown men beside him.
But he won't.
He wants to be their strong leader.
He will be their leader.
He is their leader.
After a month of this training he's finally going home.
To his friends.
To his dad.
To his home.