I Suck At Titles || Closed
As plotted with @righteousradical.
Nathanael didnât like violence, but he also didnât like suffering and bullies, so when the army wanted to recruit people for medics, he signed up. He knew it was going to be tough, not just the necessary training and all that, but living with the other soldiers. Nat was painfully aware that he was different, not just in appearance, but also in personality... and abilities, but that part was a secret, just like his sexual preferences. But just because he knew it would be tough didnât mean it wasnât annoying or painful.
Most of the time the... hazing, although it wasnât just an initiation thing, were rather harmless, like stealing his blanket, putting mud in his shoes (how old are they? 12?) or hide some item when it was time for inspection. Though there had been a couple of bloody noses involved and making sure he tripped and spilled his food wasnât uncommon either. Of course none of this happened right in front of a superior, even though they had to know what was going on, and Nat never complained, knowing that would make things worse.
Today, his unit might have acted differently if they had known who would be present, as they once again made Nat trip and fall, very ungraciously, onto the ground. At least most of the spilled food hit the ground and not his uniform this time, heâd been punished for that more than once, not keeping his uniform âclean enoughâ. Nat clenched his jaws and scrambled up on his feet, hearing the laughter behind him, but he didnât give then as much as a glance, they didnât deserve it.
Nat had barely sat down, as far away from the others as he could, when he heard someone speak up. Turning towards the voice, his jaw dropped immediately. It belonged to no other than Captain Steven Rogers.