RON STOPPABLE:
CAPTAIN AMERICA

Issue 1: American Soldier

When Captain America throws his mighty shield

All those who oppose his shield must yield…

- 1966 Captain America theme

Doctor Director, Will Du, and several higher ups in the Global Justice stood watching from a control room high above Global Justice's applicants test center. "Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. They're both eighteen years of age and graduated high school one month ago." Dr. Director said as the two teenagers took their place at the front line of the course. "They've both taken written tests. Due to the results on these tests; Ms. Possible's got it no matter what she does on this test. Mr. Stoppable though … I'm afraid he'll have to do it perfectly to make it into the organization."

A blond headed man in a long trench coat stepped toward the edge of the viewing glass and studied Ron's stance and profile. "Can I see his file?" He asked, turning his crystal blue eyes to the cycloptic Dr. Director.

"Of course, Sir," she said in almost timid respect. She pulled manila folder and handed it to the man who took it in his red gloved hands.

"Interesting background," the man said, reading over Ron's history. "Reminds me of someone."

"Heh, who?" Will Du chuckled, "A circus clown?"

"Oh boy," a uniformed man with an eye patch not unlike Dr. Director whispered.

"No," the blonde said, giving Will a stern glare that made the agent back step slightly, "reminds me of myself."

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"You ready, KP?" Ron asked stretching his arms over the head.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Kim asked stretching her legs, "This is it, Ron, what we've worked so hard for."

"Yup, we'll be in Global Justice!" Ron stated excitedly.

"Don't put the cart before the horse, Ron," Kim smiled, "But remember: if we don't make it, we'll always be a team."

"Right," Ron said, stepping up to the starting line.

"You two ready," Dr. Director's voice spoke over the loud speaker. Kim and Ron both looked up and nodded. "Alright, on your mark. Get set. GO!"

As the word left the commander of Global Justice's mouth, the two teens took off running into the course.

At first, it was like watching one entity, the two young people moving as one. First through a series of tires, then under a series of barbwire. "As good as I expected," the man with the eye patch stated, watching them go.

"They've both have done much good in their young life, Colonel Fury." She said, watching the recent high school graduates.

Ron did good much of the course, and he and Kim both had hoped his 'Ron-ness' wouldn't effect his final test.

They reached a large wall fifteen foot high with two ropes. The two young heroes grabbed the ropes and began to climb when Ron slipped slightly. Kim glanced back at him. "GO! Don't worry about me!" Ron snapped, but Kim continued to watch him unsurely, biting her lower lip. "I SAID GO!" he said, pulling as hard as he could, catching up with her easily.

The two spun around and began scaling down the other side of the wall, and made it to the ground, Kim jumping down first and running toward the last two obstacles while Ron was a few paces behind. He leapt but landed wrong on his foot falling hard on his face.

Betty Director closed her eye tight as a single tear began to push out the corner of her eye, "Ron …" she sighed punching the console before her. "Damn it."

"I knew he couldn't do it," Will Du smirked knowingly, crossing his arms, "he just lost his shot."

"Shut up," the blond headed man said watching the boy on the field closely, "The test isn't finished."

Ron lifted his head off the ground to watch Kim run on ahead, completely unaware of his fall. "She's got it in the bag," he whispered with a proud smile, before sighing in defeat.

"Get up, son," the blond headed observer said from the observation booth, "Get up."

Ron glanced up at the booth at the other end of the field and saw the man staring at him with intensity and Will Du beside him looking at him mockingly. 'Never start what you won't finish,' Ron had heard his father say often. "It's not over yet," Ron said pulling himself up, his eyes focused on the finish line. He'd lost, and he had no idea what he'd do now, but one thing was certain, he'd lose standing and not flat on his face just before the end of the line.

Ron took off running crossing the small rope bridge before grabbing the swinging rope over the mud pit and took a hard jumping swing leaping into the air from the height of the swing. He did a flipping jump he had learned at Yamanochi, landing in a crouch punching the ground just on the other side of the finish line.

"Looks like we did it, KP, we finished our ……………" Ron drifted off when he saw his best friend embracing her boyfriend Eric, both kissing like they were no tomorrow.

He hadn't even noticed Dr. Director, Will Du, or the man identified as Colonel Fury approach him. "Ron," Dr. Director said sadly, "I'm sorry, I really am but …"

"I didn't make enough points to make it into Global Justice?" Ron asked, not looking away from the celebrating Kim and Eric even though he wanted to run from it. Dr. Director nodded sadly. "Well … did she make it in?"

"Yes, Kim passed the test, Ron," Dr. Director sighed, "But you can try again for it next …" she was cut off by Ron holding up her hand.

"No it's ok, she made it. That's what she wanted. That's all I really care about." Ron said disappointedly, "I'm not really needed around here, so I think I'll head home. Thanks, Dr. D." he said walking away.

"Can I at least arrange a ride for you?" Dr. Director asked.

"No, I'm good," Ron forced a smile heading out the exit, "See ya around."

Ron started out on the side walk beside the training yard disguised as a warehouse on his way home in the pouring down rain, but he didn't really care. What did he have now? Kim has moved up the ladder to Global Justice so she didn't need him as a partner anymore. Kim had Eric for the last several months starting a few months into their senior year of high school, and just face it who has the most importance in a girl's life the best friend or the Boyfriend? Ron didn't have the grades to get in any college really. He could check with Bueno Nacho, but did he really want to be stuck at fast food for the rest of his life?

"Face it, Ronald Dean Stoppable; your life just started swirling down the crapper!" He said, rubbing his face not sure if his cheeks were wet from the rain or his tears he hadn't even noticed falling.

"Nice weather today huh?" a voice spoke beside him, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. "Holy Hannah!" Ron gasped, jumping away, to turn to see a man in a trench coat walking beside him, as soaked as he was. "How long have you been there?"

"Huh?" the man glanced at the boy with a small goofy smile, "oh, golly, I've been walking with you for a block or two I think. I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Golly?" Ron quirked an eyebrow to the man, "Stuck in the fifties or something?"

"Something like that," the man smiled as he got back in step with the teen.

"So you work for Global Justice?" Ron asked as he walked, "I saw you up there watching. Here to offer me a consolation prize."

"No on both counts, son," the man said, his smile faltering, "I bet your friend has learned you didn't make it by now."

"I doubt it," Ron sighed dejectedly, "When she starts sucking on Eric's tongue she's occupied for hours."

"I know how you feel," the man nodded, "I had a girl I was crazy about once, her name was Sharon, by the time I realized I liked her, I had to … go away for a while. By the time I got back she was married. Only thing that made me feel better about that was she was happy and I was fighting to keep her safe and happy and her children safe and happy."

"That's nice," Ron said, not sounding very interested. "By the way, who are you and if you're not with Global Justice, who are you with?"

"Name's Rogers," the man nodded, "Steve Rogers, and I'm with just about every thing this country has."

"You're not the secret emperor of the country that hires actors to play congress and the president, are you?" Ron asked, turning to glare at the blue eyed man.

"What?" Steve blanched, "You need to stop it with the comics. They rot the brain."

"Well then …" Ron dragged questioningly.

"I've been fighting for a long time, Ron," the man said, his blue eyes darkening with tiredness and sadness. "I've been a figurehead and a champion for a very long time, longer then even you expect. But I'm getting tired. I don't want out completely, mind you, but I just … I don't think I can properly represent the colors I bear." Steve sighed as he brought his hands up to wipe the rain from his face. "There's a war going on Ron, what the president well titled a war on terror. This country needs its champion. But my heart has been jaded; I don't have the spirit needed anymore."

"What's this have to do with me?" Ron asked, not following where this was going but running with it anyway.

Steve looked around before leading Ron into a side alley. "You have heart, Ron; you have guts, and a 'never say die' spirit. You have the potential, Ron. I can see it in your eyes. I can see the strength, the power inside you."

"I did get some powers from those three mystical monkey statues but …" Ron rambled, staring at his hands.

"I'm not talking about the power in your muscles, son," he said, touching the center of Ron's chest with his red gloved hands, "I'm talking the power right there. You care unconditionally."

"I don't get what you're talking about …" Ron said, getting a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm only ,offering Ron, you don't have to accept the job," Steve said untying the belt of his trench coat and unbuttoning it, pulling it off to reveal a tight-fighting uniform. Blue pants, with a black belt, red boots, a red and white stripped waste and a scaled-armored chest piece with a large white star on his chest, white sleeves, red gloves, and a pulled back blue mask. Ron's jaw dropped when he recognized the uniform.

"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-" Ron stammered as the man un-strapped an object on his back, then held it out to him.

Ron looked down at the shimmering red white and blue target-like shield with the large white star in the center. "Ron, America needs you."

"I … I … I … this is big …" Ron stammered staring at the shield and his reflection in it. "You're … You're really Captain America? But you want me … to be your sidekick or something? Like Robin?"

"Actually I was planning on passing the official title and all responsibilities and benefits there in," Steve said, "Ron, I want you to become Captain America."

"But … but … but … I'm not super strong, I'd probably take my own head off with that Shield," Ron stammered his eyes wide, "I couldn't even pass the test for Global Justice. What makes you think I could be Captain America?"

"You know, Ron, before I was picked, I weighted ninty five pounds soaking wet. I was laughed out of every military organization because of my frail body. But someone saw me. Someone saw that I was willing to fight for what I believe in, like how I see you're a fighter." Steve said, staring hard into Ron's eyes. "You're not one to sit back and let others fight, or you would have let Kim go on her missions all those years alone, and you would have not even tried to join her in Global Justice. Son, you're already Captain America. You just need to be sharpened."

"If you accept my offer," Steve said, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder, "You will under go a new treatment S.H.I.E.L.D. has developed. Using a serum with a combination of your blood and mine, your body will be transformed. You will, once the process is complete, be perfect physically, pushed straight to your max. You will be stronger, faster, and more agile than anyone alive, even me. As for taking your head off with the shield … I'll teach you to avoid that."

"This is way big …" Ron said gulping loudly.

"I know, son, and you don't have to answer me right away." Steve said, handing him a folded piece of paper. "Look, I'll be here for two weeks. When you're ready and willing, we'll do it. If you don't want to, I hold nothing against you for it."

Ron nodded, as Steve pulled the mask over his face, hiding his upper features. The Mask was blue with a large 'A' on his forehead and small wings on either side of his head. "Wow …" Ron breathed.

"Well, I hope to see you soon, Ron, take it easy." Cap gave a small salute before walking away from the young man.

"Golly …"

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Ron groaned as the sun shown through his bedroom window. He hadn't slept at all even though he went straight to bed after he returned home. He sat up in bed and looked at Rufus his pet Naked Mole Rat and sighed loudly, "What do you think Rufus, Think I'd look good in tights?"

"Nuhuh!" Rufus shook his head, "bony butt!"

"Gee, thanks pal," Ron rolled his eyes, "You are one to help build up self confidence."

Ron thought maybe he could talk to Kim. Not out and tell her everything, but get some good best friend advice. Besides he hadn't talked to Kim since after the test the day before and he really wanted to congratulate her on making Global Justice.

Ron quickly got dressed and walked the few blocks to Kim's house, and went straight to her room, giving a greeting to her parents and brothers as he went.

Ron eased into the room to find Kim talking on the phone giggling. "No Eric, I'm not telling you what I'm wearing … Oh, Ron's here, gotta go, bye! Love you too." She then hit the end key and before Ron could react he was in a bone crushing hug.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Kim asked worriedly, "I got worried."

"I'm ok, Kim," Ron forced a smile, "Just had a lot to think about."

"I'm sorry about you not passing Ron," she said, finally releasing him completely.

"It's ok, you made it in," Ron said with a proud smile, "I'm proud of you for it."

"I been thinking about that," Kim stated gnawing on her lip, "I'm thinking about turning it down. After all, we did ok without being agents for years, we can keep it up as we have been. Besides I doubt I could trust anyone as much as you to watch my back."

"No, KP, you've wanted to be in Global Justice since we found out about it," Ron said clamping his hands down on her shoulders. "You're sticking with it, KP, don't turn it away because of me."

"But … what about you?" She asked with concern. "I promised we'd always be a team …"

"And we will be, just not in Global Justice. You're my best friend, KP, that's never going to change. I'll figure something out," Ron smiled reassuringly. "Besides, I got a job opportunity recently. It's… pretty deep and I'm not sure I can fill the shoes I'm given …"

"You can," Kim nodded proudly, "Put your mind to it you can do anything, Ron."

"Thanks, KP," Ron gave a small smile, when he noticed her diverting her eyes. "What is it?"

"Yesterday, after I passed the obstacle course …" Kim said unsurely, "you see … Eric asked me something…"

Up and at 'em bright and early, I'm all in my business suit

"What?" Ron asked, a chill running up his spine.

"He asked me to marry him." Kim breathed, looking at her feet, "I said yes. We were planning the wedding for after I get back from training."

"Oh," Ron said breathlessly, "Well … congratulations, KP," he said, faking a smile to win an Oscar. "Guess it won't be KP much longer …"

"Oh I'm planning on keeping my last name; Dr. Director suggested it and … are you ok with this? I mean …" She said looking up in his eyes, "are you really ok with me getting married?"

"I'm ok with it, KP," Ron said kissing her cheek, "I've gotta go, and do some thinking about the job offer." He said starting toward her bedroom door. "I guess I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, I'm dressed for success from my head down to my boots,

Ron walked out before she could respond and went straight home. He stopped at his door step and something drew him to look up to his mother's flag pole with the red white and blue United States Flag waving proudly before the house.

Ron walked inside with his resolve growing slowly. "Only thing that made me feel better about that was she was happy and I was fighting to keep her safe and happy and her children safe and happy." Steve's … Captain America's words echoed in his mind as he walked into the living room where his father was watching the morning news.

I don't do it for money, there's still bills that I can't pay,
I don't do it for the glory, I just do it anyway,

"Another attack took place in Iraq earlier today six American soldiers were injured but luckily none were killed." The news reporter stated on the living room television as Ron watched over his father's shoulder. "In other news a coordinated riots took place American Embassies at various countries as protestors where Anti-American protestors burnt flags before the Embassies and several Americans were injured by angry protestors."

Providing for our future's my responsibility,
Yeah I'm real good under pressure, being all that I can be,

Ron's eyes focused on a barrel on the screen where the stars and stripes slowly were being consumed by a bright fire. Ron never really considered himself much of a patriot, but something was beginning to stir.

And I can't call in sick on Mondays when the weekends been too strong,

"Hey, Dad, if I had a chance to make a difference," Ron spoke up, "Even if it meant giving a lot up, would it be a good idea for me to go for it?"

"Ron, you and Kimberly have been making a difference since you were preteens," his father smiled proudly, "You felt what you were doing were right and we trusted your judgment then, what makes you think we'd doubt you now?"

I just work straight through the holidays,
And sometimes all night long.

"Thanks, Dad," Ron said hugging his father quickly, "Love ya," he said as he ran into the kitchen to his mother. "Mom, I love you, but I've gotta go."

"Where are you going?" his dad asked as Ron ran up to his room to pack his bag. "And how long will you be gone?"

You can bet that I stand ready when the wolf growls at the door,

"I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, I'll call, write or email, whichever I can as soon as I know," Ron said, throwing his stuff in his bag, dropping Rufus into his pocket.

"Ron, you didn't say where you're going; what's going on!" his mom called as he ran down the stairs from his room.

"Can't talk now mom," Ron said with a proud smile on his face, "America calls."

Hey, I'm solid, hey I'm steady, hey I'm true down to the core,

Ron ran straight to the address on the piece of paper. It was an old warehouse not far from where Kim and he had his test the day before. He walked into expecting to be in a dusty storage room instead found an incredibly clean, advanced medical facility.

"Came sooner than I expected," Steve Rogers said, greeting Ron with a smile.

"Some factors came up to help me make my mind up." Ron said, standing tall before the WW2 Vet. "I want to fight. I want to be Captain America."

"Ron, do you swear to uphold the rights to Freedom, Justice and the founding idols of the United States of America wherever you may go?" Steve asked, eyeing the boy carefully.

And I will always do my duty

"Yes," Ron nodded firmly.

"Will you fight against those who favor Anarchy and lawlessness," Steve continued, "Help the helpless, defend the defenseless?"

No matter what the price,

"Yes," Ron nodded again, just as firmly.

"Good, Henry?" Steve said turning back toward two medical tables. Another man walked toward them with Ron's file in hand, "Ron, this is Dr. Henry Pym. He'll be helping us give you the booster shot."

"My wife'll be helping too," Henry said with a wink toward the surprisingly calm Ron.

"Ok, handsome, slide out of those clothes." An attractive brunette said, ushering Ron to one of the tables. "Don't want all your clothes shredded when you get all big and muscled up."

"I'll get that big?" Ron asked the three elder heroes as he stripped down to a tank top and boxers.

"More than likely, Ron," Steve said, sitting down on the bed before kicking his legs up and lying down.

I've counted up the cost

"This will probably hurt while it's happening," Henry warned Ron as he rolled a large machine between the two beds. Ron nodded with a small hint of fear that lasted only a moment.

Henry placed an IV from the machine into Steve's arm, and then turned to Ron, taking another. "This is your last chance to back out, Ron," Steve said, looking to the young man. "This isn't like a typical military post where after a few years you can leave. Once you're Captain America, you're Cap till you can't be Cap anymore."

"I understand," Ron whispered, "Pump me up, Doc." He said, earning a chuckle from the group before Dr. Pym placed the IV in Ron's arm.

I know the sacrifice

Ron cried out as every muscle in his body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Oh, and I don't want to die for you,
But if dyin's asked of me,

Ron managed to open his eyes and he could see why his body burned and hurt as it did. His once skinny lanky body was growing. Muscles developed faster than they were meant to, and despite the pain, he was getting a major rush from it.

Ron wasn't sure when he blacked out, but next thing he knew Steve, Dr. Pym and his wife were standing over him. "How do you feel, Ron?" Steve asked worriedly.

"How do I feel?" Ron asked sitting up, slowly, feeling lighter then he ever had, more so then when he first received the Mystical Monkey Power. "I feel great!" he said watching his arm muscles flex as he moved.

I'll bear that cross with an honor,

"Jan, get the boy his clothes," Dr. Pym said with a hint of amusement in his voice before turning to the Steve. "You sure you want him to have it already?"

"Best he get used to wearing it," Steve said, scratching the back of his head.

Janet returned a moment later with a suitcase and a shield thrown over her shoulder. "Here you go," Janet Pym said placing the suitcase beside Ron.

'Cause freedom don't come free.

Ron nodded and unsnapped the latches opening the case to find the uniform Ron saw Steve wearing the day before. "This is …"

"Your uniform." Steve said with a proud smile.

I'm an American soldier, an American,

Ron pulled the pants on, fastening the belt neatly, and then slid his feet into the red boots.

Beside my brothers and my sisters I will proudly take a stand,

He slid the tight fitting, red white and blue top over his head, pushing an arm through one white sleeve at a time before tugging it down his newly developed pectorals and six-pack, barely containing the smile at seeing the large star on his chest.

When liberty's in jeopardy I will always do what's right,

He pulled on a red glove on each hand one at a time, flexing his hands one at a time before working his fingers before his face, making sure he had them just right.

I'm out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight.

Ron reached behind his neck and slid the half mask up pulling it over his head, tucking his hair in as he pulled it. The letter 'A' unraveled as it slid down his forehead, eye places going in place masking much of his face. The mask itself was modified slightly extending farther down his face to mask Ron's freckles.

American soldier, I'm an American,

Ron then reached and took the shield, adjusting the straps before sliding it on his arm, amazed at how light the heavy looking shield was.

An American,

"How's it fit, Ron?" Steve asked as Henry and Janet Pym nodded approvingly.

"Fit's great, just one thing, I'm not Ron," he said, his brown eyes dancing with pride as he looked at the now retired hero.

An American Soldier

"The name's Captain America."

To Be Continued …

Disclaimer: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Global Justice are property of Disney Inc. Captain America, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury, SHIELD, Giant Man and Wasp are all property of Marvel Comics. The song 'American Soldier' is by Toby Keith

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