So, hello! Here's my new story that I'm so super excited about! I got the idea because my siblings are studying WWII in their homeschool history class, and it was just so interesting to listen to them reading about everything that happened and such. This is going to be a mostly Steve-POV story, but will include other POVs as the story requires them. (We'll see where it goes). All I know about this story is a couple of idea-scenes I wrote up and that it's going to be about what the Avengers would be like if we hadn't won WWII.

I do know this story is going to include: Captain Hill, Clintasha, Pepperony, and later maybe BrucexOC.

This story is probably going to be updated slowly to begin with because I'm finishing up my other story (The WAR trilogy), and when school starts up again after break it's going to be even more difficult.

Thanks for looking into this and maybe continuing to read! We'll see where the story takes us!

-randomblueboots

New Berlin

Labor District

0900R (UTC-5)

01JUN2012

The dark clouds that cast shadows over the once glorious city of New Berlin reflected General Fury's mood perfectly. He sipped his coffee and waited for the bus when his phone let out it's pesky old-fashioned ring. Groaning, he pulled it out of the pocket of his black government-issued working pants and answered.

"Fury."

"General." It was Coulson, of course, he should have guessed.

"Colonel, what is it? I'm on my way in right now." Fury frowned. Coulson was always so concerned. If Fury was late for work, Coulson called. One could never be too careful in this day and age.

"Well, it's just your late, and Mission Team STARK has finally come in."

"What? Did they find what they were looking for?"

"Well..." Fury could almost hear Coulson's grin, which was definitely a yes, but there was something else on the Colonel's mind. "You're just going to have to come and see this one for yourself."

The white bus finally pulled up and Fury slowly took his place at the back, the driver watched carefully, and when he was satisfied that Fury wasn't going to take a seat up front, he went along on his way.

"Why," Fury asked, "exactly can't you tell me?"

"It's just... words can't describe." Fury sighed.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"I'll meet you outside." Coulson said, and the call was severed. Fury sighed and looked out the window. They passed through the apartment sector where Fury watched women hanging clothes up to dry, and children sit quietly at their feet. The silence was eerie, but it was a normal part of living in the Labor District. Most people here were a race other than white- as it was part of Nazi Germany's power play. Their hate of different races went even beyond segregation in some cases, but as long as you were useful you were kept. Not all German citizens were part of the Nazi movement. Many had just hoped that moving to America would make things different, and some even fought for SHIELD, though it was hard to rid the shadow of suspicion from their companions' eyes.

The apartments in the labor district were stacked high, and were smashed together like the bricks of one building. They were small and dirty living quarters, but Fury smiled when he saw them, because as much as he hated them they just reminded him of what he was fighting for. Freedom. And now that Mission Team STARK has come back at last we can see what we can do with what they found. He had sent Mission Team STARK (funded by Howard Stark years earlier but not accomplished until now) into the icy waters of the Atlantic to find a very precious item: Captain America's vibranium shield. The precious metal was a lost secret in today's world, but Fury hoped that the shield would allow them to discover where the metal had come from. With metal as light and strong as vibranium there was no way SHIELD would lose in a war against the Nazi powers and their pet police force: HYDRA. At last the large white bus moved past the apartment buildings and into the factory sector.

"Next stop: Factory Sector A." The bus driver called, and Fury pulled the wire next to his window to signal for the stop. He got off quickly, avoiding any trouble as he hurried down the road and the bus continued on. He marched down the main road for a little time before turning onto Stark Avenue- a small alley dedicated to the building of Tony Stark's weapons. How ironic that he had built his factories right above SHIELD's main headquarters. Tony Stark was a conceited, greedy, traitor who wanted nothing more than money and Fury hated the very air he breathed. No, Stark was someone he didn't want to think about, but it was thanks to his father that SHIELD had found... whatever it was Coulson wanted him to see.

He continued on all the way down the Avenue to the end where the abandoned warehouses were. There, out of the sight of security cameras, was Colonel Philip Coulson who saluted at the sight of him.

"At ease, Coulson." Fury almost smiled. "What's going on?"

"Come on in, sir, and I'll have Dr. Andrews show you." Coulson turned to the door which was locked with a hidden keypad. After the code was entered and thumbs were scanned the two figures entered the building, going down a long flight of stairs to another door, the elevator that would take them to the underground SHIELD base. Another code, and another scan gave them permission to enter the elevator, and Coulson pressed the button for Level three, the lab sector.

"I hope whatever Dr. Andrews has in the lab sector is locked up tight. If it's really as important as you seem to think it is I don't want anyone else knowing about it yet." Fury said.

"Trust me, sir, we've taken all the regular precautions." The moment they reached the Lab sector and Fury and Coulson exited the elevator, they were saluted by numerous lab assistants and doctors.

"At ease!" Fury called. "Get back to work." Among the many workers there were the two leaders of team STARK: Doctor Lillian Andrews, and Doctor Leopold Fitz, as well as Fury's lead biochemist, Dr. Jemma Simmons.

"Sir!" Dr. Andrews was grinning for ear to ear. "You will not believe what we found."

"I'll believe it if you just show me, Doctor." Fury sighed. He had enough of riddles. "What's Dr. Simmons doing here?"

"Sorry, sir." Simmons smiled, her accent thick. "I was just... well, what I mean to say is that Dr. Andrews called me here to help with the recovery of umm... her findings..."

"Findings?"

"Well, it's hard to explain." Fitz said. "Dr. Jacobs is in the room now."

"Dr. Jacobs?!" Fury frowned. Dr. Jacobs was his lead medical officer, and his confusion grew at the thought. Why would they need him? Simmons, Fitz, and Andrews led Fury and Coulson down a horribly confusing maze of hallways. The labs were either small or huge ones. The small rooms were meant for individual experimenting, and the big rooms were made for classes, studying, or group experiments. Each lab was built out of windows of bullet proof glass which, thanks to Howard Stark's brain, could change to a solid color with the touch of a button in order to keep secrets secrets.

Finally, Doctors Simmons, Fitz, and Andrews led Fury into the Medical Sector, which surprised Fury even more. "Why are we here?" Fury asked, but he received no answer much to his frustration. He scowled as Dr. Andrews led the whole group down another hallway to a blacked out check-up room. She typed in a code on the keypad and opened the door. A blast of hot air hit Fury as they all entered.

"What the...?"

"Yes, umm... sorry about the heat." Simmons smiled nervously.

"It's necessary to slowly melt him, we can't put him in an oven or anything, it could damage him... and really, sir, his existence could change the whole world." Fitz said.

"Who the hell are we talking about?" Fury asked. He turned to see Dr. Jacobs leaning over a huge chunk of ice which was slowly melting, water dripping down onto the floor. Inside the chunk of ice was Captain Steven Rogers himself. "Holy god..." They were right. They were all right. This was beyond words, this could change the world, this could change the future. "Is he alive?"

"Well, not exactly." Dr. Simmons frowned.

"We're hoping that with the right care and gentleness that we could revive him." Dr. Jacobs replied in his deep voice.

"I..." for once Nick Fury was speechless. "I don't want this escaping this room, understand? We need to keep this a secret until we know for sure that he's going to wake up alive and well. We don't want giving anyone false hope."

"Of course, sir." Coulson nodded.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Major Hill does, sir." Dr. Andrews said.

"Of course. Hill." She was the one who took care of all the missions to begin with. She organized everything and took everyone's reports and examined them and filed them. She would have greeted them all and taken their reports. "I'll go talk to Hill. You all take care of Captain Rogers." He looked over at the frozen soldier again with a grin. "This is going to change the world."