She felt every eye on her as she was forced on the stage. She was dress in various bangles and silks. She felt almost naked even though she had pretty standard belly dancer outfit. It was in stars and stripes of her old gear and she felt even more removed from the hero she once was.

"Sasha dance!" Came the barked order.

She walked out to the stages hearing the raunchy cheers of the sultan's guests. When she took a deep breath it smelled like sweat and perfume, musk and spices. She could feel heat radiating off the crowd and felt sweat pooling in places that were not supposed to be sweating. The smell made her nauseous and she wanted nothing more than to get back into the cool air of the hallway where she'd been practicing with her fellow dancers for the last two hours. Small and petite she felt nothing like the hero she once was. Forcibly changed from the super soldier she once was, now dressed in a parody of her old uniform. Sasha the Belly dancer, once Steve Rodgers, captain America, took the stage.