Reika

Manuela Hidalgo is one of my most comfort characters

I’m a “newgen” in the Resident Evil fandom since I’m playing the games for about a year, my first game happened to be Darkside Chronicles and it’s the game that made me fall in love with the franchise. Even if many don’t know specifically this game or even tend to say it’s ass, as a newgen I can say that it was a great first game considering the fact it makes a retrospective to Resident Evil 2 and Code Veronica X events, even with many cut content it’s still a good introduction and will help me notice all the cut content when I get to play the originals. Along with that, Operation Javier is a very interesting mission imo, unfortunately it’s too short and without too much detail, yet it managed to make me get attached to Manuela so quickly, I just wish we knew what’s happening to her more further.

Thats why here comes my usual trick, making an OC to pair my fav with. So here’s my Operation Javier OC, Kauan:) he has a lore and I’ll look forward on sharing it. That ship is actually quite doomed, so they aren’t nor too sugarcoated nor too edgy(or at least I tried my best to balance them). Those two drawings where Kauan is shooting are some sort of sequel based on their interaction in game.

Before The Winter Took Him

A Steve Rogers/OC fanfic.

Note: This is an edited -and improved- version of part one. I would like to thank ellebellecosplay on Instagram for taking the time to edit and bring my ideas to life. I am forever grateful for her kindness and I’m sure you’ll all enjoy this version more than my unedited one. 🩷 She’s so talented! ☺️

Part One: The First Meeting (1943, Brooklyn SSR Facility)

A concoction of metal and ozone tinted the dull air. Technicians rushed between sparking machines, buttons flickering as scientific meters went ballistic; all while Dr. Erskine’s chair remained empty in the corner. The serum had worked. The scrawny kid from Brooklyn had transformed into something else entirely.

Evelyn adjusted her blouse and made a feeble attempt to look unimpressed. Her notebook was tucked tightly against her chest, in hopes of preventing the sound of her rapidly beating heart from ratting her out. No reporters were allowed here. But such a thing had never stopped her before, and it definitely hadn’t stopped the - rather eager - secretary she’d met on her way in. It was one talent she’d always possessed, and one talent she’d never been reluctant to weaponize. Yes, Evie could charm her way in and out of any situation. Or so she thought.

And then, her scrutinizing gaze landed on him.

Steven Grant Rogers. Bare, chest still glistening under the lab lights. The transformation had left everyone speechless, but Evelyn… She blinked, pen frozen halfway to her lips.

He turned, squinting as his eyes readjusted. His eyelids had grown heavy from the change. Baby blues met her gaze. Blue as the godforsaken skies.

Evie’s mind reeled with questions. Whatever the name of this miracle - this monumental breakthrough - she had just been a witness of, she could feel in her bones that her mind had been forfeited to it. She took a step toward him, right as the soldier was pulled away for further testing.

Evelyn clenched her jaw slightly. How was she to get a moment alone with the man? For hours, she remained by the doors. Surely no one would pay much mind to a young lady and her notebook. Soon enough, scientists and nurses began to trickle out into the corridors.

And there he was.

“Mr. Rogers!” Oh, goodness. Was that her voice bouncing off the walls? She cleared her throat and straightened up. “My name is Evelyn Moreau. I am a reporter for the New York Sentinel. I wanted to congratulate you.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Moreau. You can call me Steve.” He held out a hand. A polite habit, one he seemed to become aware of at this very moment. Perhaps because his arms had tripled in strength - and size - as of a few hours ago. He decided against it, and twitched to drop his hand. His eyes widened as Evelyn caught it mid-air. And he’d be damned, for her handshake was stronger than his old one had been.

“Miss Moreau, actually.” She corrected him with a polite smile. Her gaze flickered to the floor for a brief second. Odd, considering how able she was to look tall, daunting men square in the face in any other situation. She swallowed the petty concern down quickly, opting for her usual straight-to-business work ethic. “What made you want to go through this, Steve?”

Steve’s mind seemed to be someplace else as he looked at her, almost as if he was trying to figure out if he knew her. But his words came out unaffected, level-headed. The true mark of a soldier. “I want to help. Be of service to my country and my people.”

How inspiring. Before a follow-up question could leave her tongue, gunshots rang through the echoing corridors. Men shouted in the distance, as agents approached to usher them towards the exits. Steve protested, demanding to know what had happened.

“Dr. Erskein’s been shot!”

Steve’s frame tightened, jaw locking. Evie caught a glimpse of sorrow in his eyes, before it was shielded with the determination of a combat-hungry patriot. He pushed through the crowd, back into the lab. The people parted like the Red Sea.