James Bond In WW2(MCU x DC Comics)

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-September 1943,

-New Jersey-

-Strategic Scientific Research Base- Camp Lehigh.

(Bond's POV)

Camp Lehigh was the main base for the SSR and the place where I would be staying for the foreseeable future. At least until I got kicked out.

"Does that happen alot? Getting kicked out, I mean?"

My companion, an American scientist by the name of Howard Stark asked, fiddling with my Sniper Rifle.

"Always does. I'm what you would call...Willful. Another word for undisciplined."

I replied, on my tenth set of Pull ups. Despite a hundred of them, my body was still bursting with energy.

Stark looked up from his worktable.

"Willful? Oh no no, the British Army simply can't have that. Manners maketh the man afterall."

We shared a laugh. Despite or perhaps inspite of being a brilliant inventor, industrialist and an unrepentant womanizer, Stark had a crude sense of humor that made us get along.

He was brought on as a Consultant and Engineer to Erskine's insane vision.

The instant he'd seen my Rifle, he had asked to study it.

Now, I was no expert in Physics or gunsmithing but I became interested in the modifications he suggested like tuning up the scope, and sizing down the Rifle's length by adding collapsable gears, essentially giving the rifle two modes, the Sniper mode and Assault Mode.

In between spy training sessions with Peggy, guarding Erskine while transit from his government issued house in New York to Camp Lehigh, I spent the rest of my spare time, in a Lab with Stark, learning what I could or simply watching him work.

According to Stark I was a few months away from becoming an Assistant.

'For now, don't touch any of my toys, Sergeant Spy.' He would say.

There was a knock on the door and Peggy stuck her head in. After a nod to Stark, she raised a brow at my shirtless form, hanging on the metal bar.

"I suspected I'd find you here, Bond. We're needed. Get decent and let's go."

I jumped down and caught the shirt Stark threw my way.

"Duty calls Sergeant Spy."

-0-

It had barely been a week since Operation Übermensch, yet the end of that shitfest was the beginning of another.

The command center buzzed with urgency as Peggy and I entered the crowded room. Filled with SSR elite soldiers, Officers and Analysts, the tension snapped through the air like live wires.

Dr. Erskine stood at the head of the massive table in the middle, dwarfed by a towering map behind him.

Red lines crisscrossed Europe, marking HYDRA's expanding reach. His face was pale, his hands fidgeting nervously with his clipboard.

Colonel Phillips paced in front of the group, his gravelly voice cutting through the clatter of typewriters and static hum of radio transmissions.

"Carter, Bond, nice of you finally join us." he began. "Gentlemen and Lady, we've got a serious problem, soon Johann Schmidt might not be the only Super Soldier under Hitler's command. Thanks to the notes he stole from Dr. Erskine, his own altered d.n.a as a template and a Scientist named Arnim Zola to reverse-engineeer it's creation, HYDRA now has the potential to mass-produce their own version of the Super Soldier Serum."

I glanced at Erskine, whose grim nod confirmed the Colonel's words.

"This isn't just about soldiers," Phillips continued. "This is about rewriting the rules of war itself. If Schmidt succeeds, it's game over for the Allies."

Peggy, standing beside me, leaned forward. "We have intel suggesting Schmidt is en route to a HYDRA facility in the Austrian Alps. The train carrying him and the stolen notes is heavily fortified, and the window to intercept is small."

Phillips gestured to the map. "This is a zero-tolerance mission. Those notes do not reach the Alps. If you can't secure them, destroy them. Understood?"

He bellowed at the room.

I studied the map carefully before raising my hand. "Permission to go alone."

The room fell silent, as every eye turned my way.

"Sergeant Bond, this isn't a solo operation," Phillips said, narrowing his eyes. "You'll need backup."

"Too risky sending a team, they'll only slow me down. This is a job for one Operative." I said evenly. "I'll parachute onto the train, infiltrate, neutralize Schmidt, and deal with the notes before they reach Zola in the Austrian Alps."

Phillips regarded me for a long moment, then nodded. "Fine. But no cowboy antics, Sergeant. This isn't about revenge on the Nazis. Don't fuck this up."

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The moment we stepped out of the command center, Peggy cornered me.

"What the hell were you thinking, volunteering for a suicide mission without consulting me?" she demanded, her voice low but fierce.

I'm an evil sadistic bastard. The fact I enjoyed seeing her pretty face all scrunched up in worry and frustration, drove it home.

A lazy smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned casually against the wall. "I was thinking about the mission, Lieutenant. You're needed here to protect Erskine and make sure the serum gets completed. I'll be fine."

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me, Bond. This isn't about the mission. This is about Schmidt and your father."

Her words hit harder than I expected, but I didn't flinch.

Instead, I shrugged. "You're half right. I do want to gut the bastard for what he did to my father. But more than that…" I leaned in slightly, head bowing due to my height advantage. My voice lowered."I want to see what a Super Soldier is really capable of."

Her face shifted, worry softening her acceptance. "Then promise me you'll come back alive."

I straightened. "I always do."