(The sun set over the city, casting long shadows across the streets of New York. In a modest apartment, Ethan Rogers stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting the strap on his shield. The familiar weight of vibranium felt reassuring on his arm. The shield, emblazoned with the American flag, had been a gift from his father, a symbol of hope and justice. Tonight, it felt heavier than usual, burdened with the expectations of a legacy that loomed large.)

Ethan: I still remember what you once said to me, father...

(Ethan took a deep breath, recalling the words of his father, Steve Rogers, the legendary Captain America.)

Captain America (Steve): Son, being a hero isn't about having superpowers or carrying a shield. It's about standing up for what's right, no matter the cost.

(Those words had guided Ethan throughout his life, driving him to train relentlessly and to live up to the ideals his father had embodied.)

(Flashback)

(Ethan is seen training under both Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.)

Captain America (Sam): Remember, Ethan. We may fight with the weapons, but it's men who win the war. And also, having a strategy and working with a team is very important in the endless fight for freedom.

Winter Soldier: But your father's legacy wasn't only about this. There's a dark truth in being a hero, and he knew that better than anyone else... the sacrifices he had to make, the pain that came along with it.

(Together, they had prepared Ethan for the mantle he was about to take up.)

(Flashback Ends)

(Tonight marked the beginning of his journey as U.S. Agent. Ethan had chosen the title deliberately, not only to honor his father but also to carve out his own identity. The world needed heroes, and he was ready to answer that call. He looked at the shield one last time, its surface reflecting his determined gaze. He was ready.)

U.S. Agent: I'm ready.

(As he stepped out into the cool night air, Ethan felt a sense of anticipation mixed with a tinge of uncertainty. The city was alive with lights and sounds, a stark contrast to the quiet determination within him. He walked with purpose, heading towards his first mission as U.S. Agent—a tip about a clandestine operation involving advanced technology that posed a significant threat.)

U.S. Agent: It could only be H.Y.D.R.A.... Uncle Bucky told me about their remnants still roaming free...

(Suddenly, as he approached an alleyway, a strange sensation washed over him. The air around him seemed to warp and twist, distorting reality itself. Ethan instinctively raised his shield, but it was too late. A blinding light engulfed him, and he felt his body being pulled in every direction. He struggled to maintain consciousness, fighting against the overwhelming force.)

U.S. Agent: What's... going on... AAAHHH!!!

(When the light finally subsided, Ethan found himself in an unfamiliar landscape. The towering skyscrapers of New York were replaced by ancient forests and medieval castles. The sky above was a deep, unsettling shade of red, and the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. Ethan's heart raced as he realized he had been transported to a realm unlike any other.)

U.S. Agent: Okay, this isn't New York... and I'm sure I'm no longer in America either... 

(Gathering his bearings, Ethan tightened his grip on his shield. He knew his mission had just taken an unexpected turn, but his resolve remained unshaken. This new world was fraught with dangers, both known and unknown, but he was determined to continue his father's legacy. He would fight for justice, protect the innocent, and uphold the principles of liberty, no matter where he was.)

U.S. Agent: Time to be the best hero I can be.

(Ethan Rogers, the U.S. Agent, was ready for the challenges that lay ahead. New allies and enemies awaited him, and he would face them with the same courage and determination that had defined his father's legacy. With a steely resolve, Ethan stepped forward into the unknown, ready to begin his new mission.)