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Written by J HammondEdited by Bob Gansler |
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Captain America ('Steve Rogers')
Bucky (Jack Monroe) | Cap finally deduced the identity of the African American and paid him a visit. As Steve Rogers, he had his first post-ice date with Marie Whitford. Despite his nervousness, Steve and Marie spent the night together |
Caution: This book contains language and/or situations that may be offensive to some readers.
Washington, D.C., FBI Headquarters
Captain America and Bucky walked down the hallway to FBI Director J. Edgar Hoovers office. Cap had had to cancel all of his classes for the day just to meet with Hoover, and it was beginning to irritate him. Hoover had insisted on getting him the job at the college, encouraged him to return to teaching so why did he keep calling him away from his classes, making him cancel sessions? It annoyed him to no end. Bucky reached the office first and raised his hand to knock. Cap reached past his partner, opened the door and walked in. Hoover sat behind his desk, a look of surprise on his face. He quickly hung up the phone and motioned for the patriotic duo to sit down. Cap remained standing.
"Captain Im sure youre wondering why Ive called you here so early " Hoover stammered, trying to ignore the icy glares from Captain America.
"Actually, Edgar, I couldnt care less. Do you realize that this is the third time this week youve made me cancel classes and pulled Jack from school? I have a responsibility to my students and I cant fulfil those responsibilities if you keep calling me in all of the time. And Jack Im lucky that the school hasnt hauled my butt into court over his absences!"
Hoover lit a cigarette, hoping it would calm his nerves a bit or, at the very least, hide his nervousness. "So what are you saying, exactly, Captain?"
"Its obvious you and your organization have come to depend on me, but my students depend on me as well. After this semester is through, I may hand in my resignation to the college. It isnt fair to my students to be called out of class so much. Im paid to teach them and I cant do that if you keeping pulling me out of classes."
"I wanna quit school, too!" Bucky chimed in, leaping to his feet. Cap shook his head.
"No, Jack. Youre still a boy. You need your education."
Bucky sat back down, dejected and muttering under his breath. Hoover slid an envelope to the front of his desk. Cap picked it up and opened its contents into his hands.
"These are plane tickets to New York City."
"Exactly," Hoover replied. "Theres been some mighty strange murders occurring there lately. We want the two of you to investigate."
Bucky smiled. "I always did like the City."
Washington, D.C., the alleys .
The African American stood with his back to the wall, his shield raised and his fists clenched. Four men, armed with various weapons, converged on him.
"Were getting sick of you buttin your nose inta our bizness around here! The Jaguars rule this neighborhood, longjohns! We don take kindly to phony baloney Capn Americas getting in our way!"
The largest man, the one who was doing all of the talking, swung the chain he was carrying. The African ducked, the chain narrowly missing his head by a margin of just a few inches. He quickly spun out of his crouch, connecting in each of his attackers faces with a shield roundhouse. The blow staggered his opponents and he took the opportunity to vault over his foes. Clearing the cobwebs from their heads, the Jaguars gave chase to the African American, pursuing him down a long alleyway. They spotted him quickly. He had knocked over several garbage cans, hoping to slow them down. The Jaguars laughed at their quarrys futile attempt to buy himself some time.
The African American ran at his top speed. He was none too happy that it looked like he was running away from a fight with those toughs, but it was all part of his plan. He came out of the alley and found himself in front of a large warehouse. Looking behind him one last time to make sure the Jaguars were still in pursuit, he went inside, making sure to leave the door open.
The Jaguars all exited the alleyway and began looking around for the African American. After a few moments, one of them finally noticed the open warehouse doorways and alerted his fellows. The Jaguars all ran inside.
New York City, Police Headquarters
Captain America and Bucky walked into the forty-ninth precinct of the New York City Police Department. The officers in attendance drew into a hush, pointing and whispering. Could that really be Captain America and Bucky, the patriotic heroes of countless battles in the Second World War? Officers came out of various parts of the station to catch a glimpse of the star-spangled duo. Cap walked up to the main desk with Bucky following close behind him. Cap produced an envelope from his glove and handed it to the officer manning the desk, a red haired, freckle faced boy in his mid twenties. Probably a potato eating Mick Cap thought.
"Our help was requested on a murder investigation you people have going. Who do I speak to to get a briefing?"
The officer was clearly in awe of the Sentinel of Liberty. Cap smiled smugly.
"Um Detective Brown " the cop stammered as he pointed to an office at the far end of the precinct. " Right through that door, Captain."
Cap and Bucky nodded and turned briskly. Heading to the indicated office. Cap opened the door, not even bothering to knock. He handed the envelope to the middle aged man behind the desk and stood, arms folded across his chest.
"Im glad you could make it so quickly, Captain. Ill just get to brass tacks here. Theres been a sudden rash of murders in the warehouse district as of late. No big deal in this city, true enough. The thing is, these murders are strange. Very strange."
Bucky flopped down in one of the chairs in front of Browns desk, reclining with his feet propped up on the detectives desk.
"Strange? How so? Somebody kill a few whites along with the usual niggers?"
Brown shot a quick look at Bucky, the disapproval of his comment evident on his face. He shot a quick glance at the Captain, hoping to gauge Caps response to his young partners remarks. All he saw was an all business, no nonsense look on the Patriotic Dynamos face.
"Well to make a long story short all of the victims were found drained of blood with two tiny puncture marks on their necks."
"Are you trying to tell us its vampires?" Cap sighed. "Give me a break, Detective."
"Vampires?" Bucky exclaimed as he leapt from his seat. "Keen! Ive seen all the movies! I know everything there is to know about vampires!"
Cap shot his protégé a stern look. Hed have to have himself a little talk with Jack about his late night film interests.
"Actually, Captain we are suspecting some sort of vampire activity. Maybe not a real, honest to god vampire. Maybe just someone who is delusional to the point that the believe theyre a vampire."
Cap rolled his eyes. How could the detective be so stupid? Vampires didnt exist, plain and simple. It was probably some Commie nut trying to terrorize the City. Whatever it was, hed find out and stop it, once and for all.
"Lets go check out your latest crime scene then, Detective."
Washington, D.C., in an old warehouse
The Jaguars scanned the warehouse, hoping to spot their prey, the African American. There was a loud thud in the distance and they began to head in the direction the sound came from. The warehouse was dark; most of the windows were boarded up.
One of the Jaguars saw a stairwell leading up to a catwalk high above the ground level. He motioned to his friends and headed up the stairs. He tried to walk quietly, but his large boots made that a difficult feat indeed. Spotting some movement ahead of him, he began to dart in its direction, his hands clenched tightly around a Louisville Slugger. The tough continued walking into the dark corner of the catwalk where hed thought hed seen his target. It was so dark he didnt even see the African Americans feet slamming into his face. The Jaguar member flew through the air and crashed onto the catwalk, unconscious, near the stairs hed come up on.
The African American darted across the catwalk, making sure to keep the other Jaguars in his sight at all times. The Jaguars had decided to split up now, figuring theyd have a better chance of finding their opponent if they covered more ground in a short amount of time. A Jaguar, armed with a long, thick chain, crept down an alley formed by the stacks of crates. It was extremely dark and the little light there was in the warehouse was throwing shadows everywhere. He couldnt tell which of the shadows were his and which ones werent. Hed begun contemplating a particular shadow when the crates toppled down on him, rendering him unconscious.
The African American leapt from the tower of crates hed pushed over and grabbed a pulley chain, using it to swing himself back up onto the catwalk. The other two Jaguars cam running, having heard the commotion caused by the falling crates. They found their fellow, sprawled out, unconscious amidst the broken crates. They began to look around, certain that their foe was in the immediate area. Suddenly, one of the Jaguars was knocked off his feet, the African Americans shield rebounding off his forehead. The last Jaguar was also removed from his vertical base when the African American tackled him. A few swift punches and the Jaguar joined his friends in the realm of unconsciousness.
The African American picked up his shield and strapped it onto his arm and turned to the sound of clapping. J. Edgar Hoover, flanked by several of his FBI agents, entered the warehouse.
"You must be the African American. Ive heard so much about you, son. Howd you like to do me a bit of a favor?"
The African American scanned the warehouse for possible escape routes. Hoovers men were at every exit. He was trapped. As good as the African American was, he knew he couldnt take out a platoon of FBI agents. It was obvious Hoover really wanted him but for what?
"OK, Mr. Hoover what do you have in mind?"
New York City, a penthouse in the Frist Towers
Captain America stepped over another body. He and Bucky had accompanied Detective Brown to the Frist Towers office building. It was common knowledge that Frist was a mobster but there wasnt ever enough evidence to ever implicate him or his associates. Not that it really mattered much now. Frist and twenty of his best thugs were now dead, drained of blood and battered. Whoever had done this had been brutal to his victims. Bucky pulled back Frists hair to reveal the puncture wounds on the mans neck.
"Gosh, Cap. Do you think it really could be a vampire? I mean look at this!"
Cap sighed. Even his partner was buying into this vampire nonsense. Cap shook his head in annoyance, yet crossed the room to examine Frists body as Bucky had asked. The Sentinel of Liberty knelt down and looked at the wounds. They certainly looked real. Could he be mistaken about the possibility of vampires? Cap shook his head again. Now he was beginning to believe this rubbish!
Outside the Frist Towers, on an adjacent building
A dark form observed Captain America and Buckys investigation of the gangland murders.
"So, my old foes, you have survived Zemos attacks. Now I may claim the title of murderer of Captain America!"
Sentences of Liberty
After the first 4 issues of the regular series, I have to say I like it. I've
never seen the character of Cap-4 explored, and he is very intriguing for a
hero. He wears the reverenced uniform of Captain America, but he does not stand
for those ideals. One thing that got me thinking is "Steve"'s racism. We all know Cap and Bucky
have gone crazy after some time thanks to the Super-Soldier Serum (and here's
something ironic: the serum that would help defeat the nazis is the S.S. Serum),
but he acts normal most of the time (although I think he's a little strict as a
teacher, but I've been in classes where the students only fall short of kicking
the teacher around, so I guess it's those quiet classes where they "respected"
the teacher that we hear our parents talk about) so I wonder how much of that
racism was there before. Who is this guy after all? Who was he before he became
the new Captain America? I also like African-American (the only character in there with a brain in the
skull cavity). He should beat Cap's ass once. Someone who truly cares about the
minorities and the poor people in the ghettos. My only complaints are: Marie is a little cliched to me, always trying to get
Steve's attention, looks like she's hunting for a husband (and maybe she is).
And Bucky isn't getting enough exposure. Have him doubt Cap's "ideals" once in a
while would be great to solidify is character and bridge his tenure as Bucky to
his tenure as Nomad. -- Paulo Costa Thanks Paulo. I appreciate your comments a lot. The African American is about
to undergo a few changes, thanks to J. Edgar Hoover, though he will be a regular
fixture here for a while. Marie came off as I had planned. She is hunting
for a husband, and youll find out why soon enough. (Hows that for a tease of
whats to come?) Bucky will be getting more exposure real soon, I promise. Hello, Okay okay, I just read your latest issue and I was trying to keep myself
focused on a few other things... but after the Misfits comment, I didn't have
any choice but to write. I agree that it's pretty courageous of you to write about this particular
incarnation of Cap, and I like the overall "African American" deal. I don't find your stuff offensive in the least and I'm certain you don't
really intend for it to be, but it seems to me like some people could just take
a brief look and freak out. The reason is that it's not entirely clear that this
isn't the "real" Captain America unless you happen to read through the main page
fully before going to the stories themselves. Maybe you'd consider somehow
establishing that fact subtly in the context of each story before comments like
"filthy wetbacks" and especially the "n-word." Anyhow, in this latest one, I found myself asking the same question that
Klansman did. Why exactly was Cap so unsympathetic toward them? I guess maybe I
could have read past something, somewhere. It seems like he would at least
consider them "honorable foes" or something to that effect. It's an interesting series overall, and I salute you for not only writing it,
but also attaching your real name to it and asking for feedback. I have to
wonder if you've gotten any really irate letters yet. A minor issue about the African American... it's always bothered me that
black super-types always have to make a big issue out of their race (exemplified
by the "Black Panther" who's direct counterpart would, arguably, be a super-hero
called "The Klansman"). It might have been more dramatic for your character to
have had a costume that covered him completely along with not such an obvious
name... even for Cap to have not realized he was Black until they were already
friends... Anyway, don't get the idea I didn't like it. Pretty cool stuff. In your
defense on the AA issue, I guess with what you're dealing with, it's almost
unavoidable that you'd have to introduce a not-so-subtle character to
counterbalance things. Without him this issue would have been almost impossible
to write and very, very easy to take the wrong way. Kory P.S. I've been trying to think of something appropriate to show off with here
at the end, but nothing's coming to mind. I don't usually tack quotes on
anyway... I guess I could type "20 eyes in my head" about a hundred times or so,
but I'll spare you. First off, let me go on record and say that the Misfits are one of the
greatest bands to ever exist!! Now that thats out of the way
I havent gotten any irate letters yet
I
barely get any at all, really. Cap was unsympathetic to the Klansmen because, while he agreed with their
basic message, he felt their methods were wrong. The African American is going through a change real soon, as in next issue.
Have you been peaking at my plots, Kory? Also, check out Korys Squadron Supreme series. Pretty good stuff, and I
never even liked the Squadron before I read it! Next Issue
Who or what is killing the mobsters in New York City? What does Hoover want
with the African American? Who is the man in the shadows? Find out all this and
more
next issue! Comments, criticisms, and concerns for this issue of CAPTAIN AMERICA 1958
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