Dr. Abraham Erskine leans back, studying Steve Rogers with a probing gaze in the dim light of the exam room. “This troubles you?” he asks, his voice low, referring to their talk of Nazis and war.

“No,” Steve replies, his tone steady, blue eyes meeting Erskine’s without flinching.

Erskine’s lips twitch, intrigued. “Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities.”

Steve shifts, a flicker of unease crossing his face. “That might not be the right file…”

“No, it’s not the exams I’m interested in. It’s the five tries,” Erskine cuts in, his voice sharp but warm. “But you didn’t answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?”

Steve’s brow furrows. “Is this a test?”

“Yes,” Erskine says simply, his eyes never leaving Steve’s.

Steve exhales, his voice firm but earnest. “I don’t want to kill anyone. I don’t like bullies. I don’t care where they’re from.”

Erskine nods slowly, a spark of approval in his gaze. “Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what we need now is a little guy.” He pauses, leaning forward. “I can offer you a chance. Only a chance.”

“I’ll take it,” Steve says without hesitation, his jaw set.

Erskine’s smile widens, genuine now. “Good. So where is the little guy from? Actually?”