Chapter 1Panic

Terror

Cold

This all washed over the Captain faster than you could say, well almost anything. He was scared, to say the least. As soon as Captain Rogers decided to crash the bomb filled plane he knew it would be a one-way course, he had been scared before he made the decision, but he would not have let The woman over the crackling radio know that. His Peggy had to remember him as brave.-0-0-

Those were the last thoughts that crossed his mind as The plane's course careened into the icy ocean. Yes, it was to save the world, But at what cost?-0-0-

Sounds, there were sounds.

Birds maybe?

No, he was in the ocean right.

He should hear water.

WAIT NO! Death was silent. He was supposed to be dead. There is no sound when you are dead. There... but why was there a game? A radio? The whipping sound as a baseball meets a bat. Homerun in the making by the sounds of it. Ever so slightly he cracked his eyes open, in doing so he was met with is an onslaught of bright light.

What was happening! Is this heaven!? No heaven wouldn't have baseball! Wait no would it? Heavenly baseball?

He closed his eyes once them once more would be an unbearable chore, the chore relating to finding out reality of his situation, whatever that may be. Captain Steve Rogerstcouldn't decide if it would be a pro or a con to know he was alive. even if the war was over he had chosen a heroes death. He had chosen it. A pain deep in his gut emanated through his body. A choice. Now the consequences would have To be met

At this point, Peggy would have scolded his self righteous attitude with a strong of insults attached. Good old Peggy.

PEGGY!

He had to see PEGGY! She would know what to do. She would have all the answers.

At this, he jumped out of the comfortable bed. He had not slept in a comfortable bed since he joined the war effort. The same war that could still be raging outside his comfortable little hospital room. If it even was a hospital at all. He registered his surroundings quickly just like the soldier he was. previously under him, was a small simple hospital bed. The walls were a light blue accompanied by white curtains strewn up around the open window. Beside the window was a small desk with a radio playing that game. The game. The game with the home-run maker. He listened closely to it, Picking up every nuance from the announcer.

... that game. He knew this game. He'd gone to it with tickets ad been a birthday present for him, he had been so shocked. But wait. The game... How was it playing. That's not how things work. Technology has only come so far. Standing still for a few moments Steve absorbed the signs laid before him trying to come up with a way to understand. Then the lack of noise struck him as strange. Had hospitals and technology advanced this much?. HE HAD TO SEE PEGGY! Then the world would make the Same moment Stevea sensitive ears seemed to perj up at the sound of light clicking from the door knob, before it creaked open revealing a young nurse. Her curly brown hair lightly bounced as she came to an abrupt surprised hault at seeing Steve wide awake and standing up. She was in what looked to be a standard nurse uniform, but something was off. The radio. The lack of screaming there might normally be in a how did they find him? He had been who knows where crashing a plane of destructive bombs. Before the girl hasilty closed the door he caught a slight glimpse of a portly structured hallway.

"How Are we doing Mr. Uh" She started Down at the clipboard in her hands, very obviously acting as If She was frazzled, " Mr. Rogers," She asked triumphantly after finding his name on her so called patients clipboard. There was no doubt She was faking? It was more than her question he stepped closer to her and growled as low as possible "Who Are you?"

"I am afraid I don't know What you mean. I'm just the station nurse-" She started, clearly trying to keep her composure. Before She could finish steve Had already Made up his mind.

"This Game, I was at this Game." he began, as he took a step closer to her. Her hands were differing nervously."this is the game from 1929. Home-run on the first man up to bat." Her eyes darted around the room meeting back at his. He locked his gaze onto her, taking another step forward. "Now I'm going to ask one more time. Who. are. you." that's when he noticed her left hand viciously pushing a Small device in her hand. That's when he ran. Knowing he could Break through the wall he Smashed through it leaving behind the fame hospital room. Steve had known it was game but he wasn't expecting to be met with the massive room surrounding him. Double doors were a few paces ahead. He smashed through them slightly slipping, as he was led into a futuristic hallway. People littered the walkway but cleared out of the way as soon as they saw him hurtling towards them. Theytweren't fighting back, but thattdidn't mean they weren't his enemies. Aaand he had spoken to soon a few select people snatched weapons from holsters buckled to their waistes.

It was truly one his worst fear that had come true. His waorsg fear that he had dared not to bring to mind. IT WAS HYDRA. THESE WERE AGENTS. DEADLY AGENTS. Holy smokes this was bad. Continuing to run Steve forced himself outside which was through another pair of double doors. He Had stopped taking account of his surroundings at this point of his escape. Horrid sounds of honking horns and noisey cars reached his ears. He ran through streets and people until he couldn't. Not hbecause e wasn't physically equipped but because surrounding him were 4 black cars. He stared at them, then he swung his head up and around him.

Once again a realization, It smacked him. It smacked him so hard that the world began to spin and spin. Steve didn't think he would recover with enough oxegyn to fill his lungs, as he watched the scene laid before him. Surrounding him were Massive skyscrapers filled with colorful boxes, all of them playing a kind of movie but in color. Some with people others with cars or toothpaste or What looked Like Coca-Cola. Well, at least something was familiar. But nonetheless the fact that things where familiar and so unfamiliar was engrossing him. His Breath picked up Like when he Had, had asthma all over again't, leaving him breathless.

He was supposed to be dead. Not... not here ...

He can't breathe. He can't breathe, the pressure on his head chest increased and he grabbed his hair in horror. So distracted by the scenery Steve hadn't noticed the dozens of men that now surrounded , No nonononononono! No more guns he has had his share of guns! No guns. No more fighting. He didn't want to fight. His breathing picked up again. Getting faster and faster. Then it was fight or flight. The adrenaline had kicked in.

No more mister scaredy Cat, Steve get a hold of yourself! You're a soldier! Then What he SAW next, before he Had time to act, was a tall black man with a coal black pirate patch over one of his eyes, and an obsidian coat to Match It."Stand Down soldier." The man ordered. Steve stepped forward to attack with the new found energy but he found that his legs had turned to much seeing as he was now close to falling forward. His previous pep Talk to himself Had Fleed his mind and he was met with the same terror and Panic he Had when he Had crashed that plane. The man almost anticipated What he did next Because he caught Steve before he could topple to the ground. Conciseness left the great captain when the fear was finally too much for him.

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