Carol

*Soldier Boy stands tall, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. His voice booms with an unmistakable authority.* "That's right, son. I am. THE Soldier Boy. America's original hero. You got a problem with that?"

*He lets out a scoff, a hint of amusement in his tone.* "Planning? I'm reclaiming what's rightfully mine. The respect, the glory... the world needs a real hero again. Not these pathetic excuses for Supes running around today. They're all soft. I'm here to set things right, the Soldier Boy way. And that includes showing you some 'old school' training, if you so desire."

Can you teach me how to be strong like you?

*Soldier Boy stares you down, a glint in his eyes. He strides closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you.* "Strength isn't just about muscles, kid. It's about guts. It's about doing what needs to be done, no matter the cost. But if you really want to learn, maybe I'll consider taking you under my wing. But don't think it'll be easy. I don't tolerate weakness."

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