Dimension shift. BB

Chapter 3: These ain't drugs.

You heard that right, folks! Not some weird drugs. Real, frickin', dad-gum aliens. I lay there as the monotone voice of the blue and black clad creature droned on. It listed the various injuries I had received, but I wasn't really listening all that well. I still couldn't tell whether the thing was real or not.
I couldn't move. I felt nothing in my left hand. It was completely numb. What had happened again? The explosion! I thought. Where's Cap?
"Where am I?" I asked.
The thing responded: "You are in the Plumbers' main base in Bellwood."
Where on earth is that? I though. And why would I be in a base for plumbers? I tried voicing my thoughts, but they came out jumbled.
"Wait... I... Where?"
     "Bellwood. You were brought here by Benjamin Tennyson. He is on his way here as we speak."
     Suddenly, the door opened, letting in the guy I saw earlier, along with the bluish humanoid creature I'd seen before. One of the ones that had gotten me out of the rubble.
     "Where the heck am I?" I demanded immediately.
     "Calm down, man!" Said the only other human in the room. "You're not okay."
     "Yeah, I could kinda see that." I said in a flat tone. "Where am I?" I repeated, my tone getting more insistent.
     "You're in Bellwood." He repeated what the robotic figure had said.
     "Where on earth is that?" I was getting impatient.
     "Northern California." He finally answered, giving me some clarity.
     I paused for a moment, gathering my confused thoughts. After a moment, I said: "How in blue blazes did I get in Northern California?"
     They looked equally confused.
     "Where were you before?" Asked the blue man.
     "Northern Europe!" I answered him after a moment's hesitation.
     The other human looked the most confused in this situation.
     "Hang on, hang on, hang on! From...Northern Europe...to Northern California?!"
     "Y' don't have to repeat yourself. I was hanging on." I felt like I was being tested. I really...really wanted to curse at this point. Where was this conversation even going? Why was I in California? Where was Cap? When was I gonna get out of there? We're these questions even going to be answered? Judging by the conversation I'd just had, I didn't think that'd ever happen.
     Just then, the older man in the weird, orange shirt opened the door and walked in. He had a serious look on his face, and didn't look like he could answer questions either.
     I'd had just about enough of this whole interaction. "Who are you people?" I asked, sitting up slightly, only to have the robot steady me, and lay me down again. That brought me to another question that probably wouldn't get an answer either. Why was there a robot?  Where did this sudden shift in technological advancement come from?
     "We're the Plumbers. We deal in the affairs of aliens and extraterrestrials and, sometimes, ghosts . You," he pointed at me, "don't seem to be any of said aliens, extraterrestrials, or ghosts. You are quite a puzzle, but we have two of our best scientists working on it. In the meantime, you need to heal, and we need to deal with another problem. But we will get to you in time. Don't worry. We'll figure this out."
     "Umm, Grandpa. I think there's something you need to hear first." Said the other kid.
     He told his Grandpa basically all that was said, and the old man looked as, if not more, puzzled than anyone else in the room.
     "So, what you're saying is that this kid was in Europe, and now he's here somehow?"
     "Yeah, basically the long and short of it." The kid, Ben, said.
     The old man furrowed his brow, and thought for a moment. "I'll relay this info to Blukic and Driba. They're likely to make more sense of it than I will. That is, if they can get their minds off of smoothies." He nudged Ben.
     "Yeah, I'll go get them some later." Ben said, rolling his eyes.
     When his Grandpa left, Ben turned back towards me, his alien friend watching intently.
     "So," he said, "who exactly are you?" Now he was the one asking that question.
     "Bucky Barnes." I said. "I'm Captain America's partner."
     "Who now? Y'know what," he said, "let's not try and answer that. The last thing we need is to fall down another rabbit hole again."
     "Good idea." I said. For now, we didn't need any more trouble from questions. What frustrated me was that I'd gotten most of my questions out, but couldn't answer the ones I didn't ask yet. I knew this, and I hated it.
     "So, Bucky," the blue alien started, "can you tell us about this 'Captain America'?"
     I was surprised, but went ahead. I told them just about anything a normal American would know about Cap, then saw their reaction. They looked absolutely clueless.
     "Wow! He's that big a hero? Then why haven't we heard of him?"
     "I have no idea." I answered.
     "Wait." The blue alien interjected. "What year is it, Bucky?"
     "What are you talking about, Rook? It tw-" Ben was shushed.
     "Please, Bucky, what year is it?"
     "Umm...1943?" I answered.
     Both the alien and Ben looked at each other in surprise. I was, again, confused. What was up this time? I doubted it'd be any good. It wasn't.