Entry 2

I walk out of the mansion of a corrupt government official with a mans boasting about how he cheated on his wife replaying on my phone, I then went to my house in Brooklyn.

You may be wondering what I was doing before I started to write this entry, but I'll summarize it with me leaving school early and snooping around the web looking for someone easily blackmailed, rich, and corrupt. Corrupt people are almost always easy to break.

I then spent some time figuring out how much bribe money it would cost to get a woman to be a recruit, before giving up since it's an amount that would be impossible if I don't spawn it in with reality-warping and warping reality further to make the money actually work. Even after I did that, it would raise so many questions I would have to use powers on everyone who heard about the massive amount of money for a high school girl to go to war.

So I went with the easiest route. Film a drunk and corrupt guy boasting about his dirty secrets with other likewise men with a massive amount of army connections and I make it in the new batch of recruits. It was just a coincidence that I ended up in the scrawny man's batch.

I went and made some microwavable cups of macaroni&cheese with a modern microwave, since those aren't a thing right now, and watched some anime that would never exist in this multiverse on my phone.

I got up after finishing my food and went to open the door. As the door opened, a blushing scrawny blonde boy and a hopeful black-haired boy were outside, with the blonde boy about to knock with his knuckled fist in the air.

"Have you accepted my offer?" I need to instill the utmost dread into the soon to be Captain America.

"Y-yes," he said, stuttering because he has to ask a woman to train him in fighting and working out.

"Good. Follow me to my workout and combat area." I made a portal connected to a training area a few thousand feet underground after I came back from the corrupt official since I knew that the fit boy would coerce him into coming here.

I went back inside as the teenage boys ogled at everything they saw. I thought about if I put my bras in the dresser before remembering I didn't care. I'm currently wearing what the tomboyish girls would wear, which is really just suspenders over a white shirt, and I don't have shoes on since I'm inside so I took my socks off.

I heard them gasp as I was about to reach the door that teleports us to the training room, so I looked over, only to see them staring at the 30GG bra I left on the corner of my bed.

"Have you never seen a woman's bra? Probably not." I ignored them and continued with opening the closet door next to my bed when I heard a stupid question.

"Y-you don't put your clothes up?"

I paused. I looked back with an arched brow, the corners of my lips curved up.

"Unless you plan on using my bra for your hormonal needs, I don't think it really concerns you if I clean MY house or not." I put an emphasis on 'my', before turning around.

"Also, if you keep belittling me for having a vagina, I will see it to the end that you will never produce offspring in your slow and painful life after your training." I didn't look at them as I said that, but I opened the door.

When the door opened, all I could see was a room about a mile in all directions with a large amount of futuristic training equipment ranging from weights a toddler could throw to giant blocks of metal that sentry would have a hard time lifting.

"What the heck!?" the scrawny blonde said, while the fit boy just gawked at everything.

"Welcome to my superhero-in-training zone."

"Now, I will beat the metaphorical hell out of both of you."

"...Wuh?" the blonde boy uttered a sound of confusion as the fit boy ran toward me with an old-school boxing stance.

As the fit boy was about to send a jab towards my abs, I slid his punch out with the back of my right hand and uppercut his gut with my left fist. I continued and slapped his cheek with my right palm as he was getting ready to back up and curl into a defensive posture. He grunted as the real pain in his gut caught up with him, making him falter to the left, which gestured for my continued assault. I went in for the finish and did a cross, hitting his solar plexus, and making him turn into a shrimp on the ground gasping for breath.

"What is your name fit boy?"

"James," he squeezed/moaned out his reply.

"Now you."

"Yes, si-mam!" He quickly changed his words and rushed at me in an 'I don't know what I'm doing' copy of James' stance.

Instead of the jab to the abs like James, the blonde boy went for a chin uppercut. I pulled my arms up and blocked his attack before roughly bumping his chin with my forearm. He backed more than enough away, so I continued and did a soft cross to his solar plexus as well. He ended up similar to James, but breathing harder and more wincing.

"And you, blonde boy?"

"His name is-" James started to talk as he was on all fours by now, but I cut him off.

"I did not ask you. You want to be soldiers yes? Learn to answer only the questions directed towards you first. I do not want my pupil to have someone answer for them because they are too weak to reply." It was probably mean, I know. But honestly, they are going to be fighting planet-wide threats in a few years. They need to be better since the MCU is the MCU, they had plot armor there, not here.

"Again. what is your name blond boy?"

"Gah! Hah! Whuu, Steve.. Steve Rogers,"

I nodded to myself.

"Good. You two will make excellent heroes trained in combat."

I'll end this entry here since I want the war in the next two or three entries. I wonder when Galactus will visit for our annual party?