Marvel: The Journey

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[[[ A/N: Many readers may question the necessity of incorporating historical facts into a Marvel fanfic. However, I would like to emphasize the importance of doing so. Recently, I came across a Marvel fanfic on an MTL site that garnered millions of views, and the comments and reviews indicated that the story was rife with racism and other problematic issues. While some reviewers praised the story, I was surprised to find that none of them criticized the poorly executed war arc.

In that particular story, the main character enlisted in the army and quickly climbed the ranks within a few months, culminating in his promotion to Colonel at the age of 21. The author relied on this unrealistic premise to portray the character as exceptional, drawing attention away from the absurdity of the narrative. I have not previously encountered a detailed war arc in any Marvel fanfic, and as such, I felt compelled to write one myself. My story arc is integral to the larger plot and serves a critical purpose in the story's development.

If you find yourself frustrated with such chapters, take a moment to pause and breathe deeply. Consider reading other novels in the meantime and await the next day's chapter with optimism. Enjoy reading .:)))). ]]]

The moon shone down on the serene garden as a tall, slender Japanese man bowed before a younger man. The latter was dressed in a sharp kimono and hakama, his thin mustache and wire-rimmed glasses lending him an air of refinement.

With a curt nod, the young man issued a stern order. "My orders must be followed, Hirohito-san. Do you understand?"

The older man, Hirohito, maintained his posture and replied with a firm affirmation to the young man whom he respectfully addressed as Murakami-sama. With a flick of his wrist, the young man shooed Hirohito away, leaving him to sip his traditional Japanese tea in silence. The rhythmic hum of the crickets in the night was the only sound that broke the stillness of the garden.

On that fateful day, the sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow on the tranquil waters of Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. The American Pacific Fleet lay anchored in the harbor, a formidable sight of battleships, cruisers, and destroyers, their guns silent in the early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, the air was rent with the roar of hundreds of Japanese planes as they descended upon the unsuspecting American fleet. The Japanese naval air fleet, comprising aircraft carriers and over 350 planes, had sailed across the vast expanse of the Pacific undetected. They aimed to cripple the American Pacific Fleet, ensuring that the United States would not interfere with Japan's military operations in Southeast Asia.

The first wave of Japanese planes struck the Pacific Fleet with devastating force, catching the Americans off guard. The subsequent waves of Japanese planes followed suit, raining down bombs and torpedoes on the battleships, cruisers, and destroyers anchored in the harbor. The airfields and other facilities on the island were also targeted, leaving the American military personnel with no respite.

The aftermath of the attack was harrowing. The American Pacific Fleet suffered significant damage, with eight battleships either sunk or heavily damaged, along with numerous other vessels. The death toll was staggering, with over 2400 American military personnel killed and another 1200 wounded. The attack on Pearl Harbor was a defining moment in the history of the United States and marked the beginning of the country's involvement in World War II.

In the bustling heart of Times Square, New York City, a group of men sat in chairs, engrossed in conversation. Suddenly, a man ran towards them, gasping for breath. "Turn on the radio!" he exclaimed urgently.

The group turned to the man, their curiosity piqued. One of them quickly reached for the radio, turning the dial until a familiar voice filled the airwaves.

"At approximately eight A.M. local time, Japanese aircraft attacked the main base of the U.S. Pacific fleet at Pearl Harbor, just outside Honolulu..." the voice trailed off, the words sinking in as the gravity of the situation became apparent.

One of the men sprang to his feet, his eyes wide with shock. "Sneak attack—they bombed the hell outta Pearl Harbor! Get your uniform on, boys!" he barked, his voice filled with urgency.

Another man looked confused. "Wait—Who bombed what now?" he asked, struggling to comprehend the news.

But one of the men stood up, his hands shaking in anger. "Pearl Harbor? That in Queens?" he asked incredulously, unable to fathom the devastating attack that had just taken place thousands of miles away.

 While the sun rose on a nation in shock, President Franklin D. Roosevelt faced the daunting task of leading the United States of America into a global conflict. With a heavy heart and a resolute spirit, he made a solemn declaration: the country would build fifty thousand planes to fight in World War II.

The call to arms was swift and unwavering. Across the country, factories buzzed with activity as production lines roared to life. Among them was Stark Industries, where Howard Stark himself ordered the immediate production of planes for the war effort.

Stark's ingenuity and dedication to the cause earned him a prominent role in the Manhattan Project, the top-secret government initiative aimed at creating the world's first atomic bomb. As the nation braced itself for the long and difficult road ahead, Stark's contributions served as a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness.

In the wake of the devastating attack on Pearl Harbor, the world stood united in its condemnation of Japan's aggression. The United States, leading the charge, swiftly declared war on the Axis power, signaling a new era of global conflict.

But the fight was not one to be waged alone. Great Britain, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand joined the ranks of the Allies, united in their determination to defeat the forces of tyranny and oppression. Together, they stood as a formidable force against the Axis powers, determined to restore peace and justice to a world in chaos.

In the middle of an art class, Steve, a short blonde-haired boy, turned to his friend Bucky, who was relatively taller and muscular, and whispered, "Roosevelt won't stop at Japan. We'll be at war with Hitler and Mussolini soon enough. I want to enlist in the army, Bucky."

Bucky gazed at Steve and let out a deep sigh. "Alright, Steve. Let's head over to Goldie's Gym after class to train," Bucky replied, his voice laced with concern.

The corners of Steve's mouth turned upwards into a grin as he nodded eagerly. Bucky smiled back and playfully patted Steve's back.

Americans were united in their outrage and demand for justice. The unprovoked attack was seen as a treacherous act of aggression, and it sparked a wave of patriotic fervor across the country. In the aftermath, the American people came together in solidarity and displayed their patriotism by hanging American flags, singing patriotic songs, and volunteering for military service in droves.

However, the attack also created a sense of fear and uncertainty among Americans. They were worried about the possibility of further attacks on US soil, and many were concerned for the safety of their loved ones serving in the military. The event catalyzed the US government to spend more on military production and recruitment efforts to ensure national security.

The attack on Pearl Harbor served as a wake-up call for America, and it galvanized support for the war effort. The American people rallied behind the cause of defeating Japan and Germany, and many citizens made personal sacrifices to support the war effort. Food and other resources were rationed, and civilians did their part by contributing to war bonds and other fundraising efforts.

In a bustling U.S. Recruiting and Induction Center in New York City, Steve stood in line with other eager young men, hoping to serve their country in World War II. As he approached the desk, a stern-looking man peered at him and shook his head in disapproval. "This is bigger than you!", he declared, stamping a big, bold 4F on Steve's paperwork.

Feeling dejected, Steve walked out of the center and his best friend Bucky was waiting for him. "What happened? Did you get in?" Bucky asked with concern. Steve showed him the stamped paper, and Bucky's heart sank. But he quickly tried to lift his friend's spirits. "Don't worry, Steve. We'll try another center. Come on, keep your hopes up," he said, patting Steve's back reassuringly.