" Gentleman please give a warm welcome to Captaine America. Who came all the way from, good old USA to help rally you up from the enemy desperate attacks on are morals." The entertainer shouted with an evident over enthusiastic voice.

The music started to play, as six young woman ran up the stage to start a dance routine. The soldiers cheered the girls, wolf whistles and cat calls could be heard. And Captain America step on the stage.

"I hope this is the place. If I'm not mistaking it should be soon, I just can't do one more of this gruelling baby sitting. Alex sigh as he watch the poor excuse of a show that Steve was force to do. If he was being honest, he would never be able to do this, he greatly admire Steve for putting up with it. The worst was the soldier mockery and jeering, in a way he agreed with them but Steve had no say in his position.

He watch as the soldier called Steve a fraud, told him to get off the stage and let the girls back on. And Steve trying to convinced them that he was not a fraud, but a soldier just like them following orders. And finaly he watch as the soldier berated Steve as he claimed that wasn't true, an told him about the capture soldier and the platoon number. Finaly setting him on the warpath an his chance to do something, now after month of being force to sit on his ass. He got a chance at getting back in the action, if he was lucky he would also meet James Howlett AkA the wolverine.

Steve walk off the stage in a hurry, making a bee line for the base command tent. Alex was wondering whitch would be better follow Steve or go pack some suplies and weapons for the up and coming rescue. In the end he decided to go and prep the bags, cause if he remember correctly, the only help Steve got was from Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. He alway found that Steve was severely under equip for his first crazy rescue, and he wanted to correct it if he could.

Quickly moving around camp, making use of most of the soldier being at the stage ogling the slinky attire girls. He made his way to the armory. Luck was on his side he manage to convice the poor private, that he would replace him at his post so that the kid could join in the fun. Waving him goodbye he fealt a sliver of guilt, he hope he wouldn't get to baddly chewed up by his superior officer.

Turning at the task at hand he pulled out a bag, going back in the armory he pick up a couple of M1911 pistol with harness, one Ithaca 37 for tight corners, a dozen Mk 2 grenades for groups and doors, two M42 and a M1 carbine. He also took two parachutes, he skip on the body armor since it would just get in the way.

Saddly a good design would only appear later, since he couldn't time travel that was out. He was smart but not even closes to the real level of genus, like Howard Stark his son Tony Stark, Richard Reed or Peter Parker. No he could keep up if they talk shop but to comme up with their ideas and builded them, he was saddly left in the dust.

He got his diplomas fair and square, but his genus status by well, cheating. Having an older soul and remembering one own past life did help in studying, discipline and understanding, on the various stubject he took on as a kid and teenager. He was still piste that he didn't get a cheat system, super computer power brains, not even a mutant power. Instead he got a mature outlook on life, a stubborn unwilling attitude, for getting his hands on something that would extended his life, and some power to back it up.

But that did not go as plan, but on the flip side he became a good friend with captain america, so silver lining. Also he didn't use his last lettre, since he hope to use his staying by Steve side to find Zemo unpolished serum formula. Or maybe he would get lucky an get his hands on some of that tesseract tech, he could use somehow to enhance or improve his own tech.

By the time he was done with all his pondering, he spoted Steve walking toward his tent obviously agitated. If he didn't know the man he would've never have guest the crazy plan he'd come up with by eyeing the map as he had argued with the general.

"So I see your talk didn't go so well." Alex said in a neutral tone, he did not want to have a pistes off Steve using him as punching bag, the only time that happen he was convince he could take on an angry Steve, but to be fair he was drunk that night, and looking for a beating.

"You remember Bucky?"

"Yeah, he's like the only friend you got and your man crush." Alex said in a cold voice.

Steve gave him a angry look. "Not now, I'm not in the mood for your sick sense of humour." He took a step foward aggressively.

"Steve, I'm trying to change your mindset so you can think much clearer. Letting your frustration and fear lead will not serve you. Right now your looking to either slam your fist into anything or run all the way to Bucky, you need to breath Steve." He remained calm he knew that what he said was hurtful, but he needed him to snap out of spiralling down, into thinking what if scenarios.

With some effort he saw Steve slowly calming down, the news he just learn about Bucky an the response of the general had him on edge.

"Sorry, it was the only way to bring you back, since whatever it is you learn seem urgent. If you like you can punch me later but now tell me whar your thinking." Alex said with an apologetic expression, his guilt about hurting his friend like that wasn't a pleasing sensation he like having.

"I know where Bucky is, he's in danger and Im going after him, I think I can convince Peggy to help me plan the transport to get their. Steve said in his tone that you could see the steel resolves he had.

"Ok, but you'll needed this." Alex said as he pulled out the weapons bag and the two parachutes. "Oh and in no way I'm I letting you go alone." A grin spread across his face. "I can't have you have all the fun."