Welcome to the 21st Century, Captain.

Prologue

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Steve POV

I woke up, feeling extremely groggy and stiff. Like I've been asleep for a long time.

I sat up and looked around the unfamiliar green room. I could hear the traffic down below from the open window and the radio in the corner blared on about a baseball game. Wait a sec . . .

A woman entered the room. She was petite and dressed in a woman's military attire. She had her dark brown hair curled in the usual fashion and dark red lipstick clung to her lips.

"Good morning. Or should I say afternoon."

"Where am I?" I asked her with a stern face.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City."

I paused, taking another look around me. I wasn't convinced.

"Where am I really?" I asked again.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"The game," I said seriously, "It's from May 1941. I know 'cause I was there."

I got up slowly and walked towards her.

"Now I'm gonna ask you again. Where am I?"

"Captain Rogers," she whispered.

"Who are you?!" I raised my voice at the mysterious woman.

Suddenly two men burst into the room. I took a defensive stance and flung them out through the front wall. I ran out and briefly stopped to notice the high tech, metal walls around me. I burst through the set of doors ahead of me as the woman yelled behind me.

"Captain Rogers! Wait! All agents Code 13! I repeat, all agents Code 13!"

I kept running, knocking anything or anyone down and out of my way. I ran my way out of the building and into the streets. Large, mysterious buildings surrounded me as strange cars zoomed past me. I ran down the street, trying to figure out where I was.

I stopped after a few hundred feet. I stood in the middle of a busy center. Cars drove past, some honking their horns. I was surrounded by large screens everywhere, all so bright and animated. People were walking around, all acting normally. I looked around me, utterly confused. Where am I?

Sleek, black cars screeched to a stop around me. A tall, black man with an eyepatch stepped out of one of the cars.

"Hey, soldier!" He greeted as he walked up to me. I stared at him unknowingly.

"Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there. But, we thought it best to break it to you slowly."

"Break what?" I asked curiously.

The man stared at me for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"You've been asleep, Cap," he said normally, "For almost seventy years."

I stared at him in disbelief. Seventy years? I thought to myself in disbelief. What the hell? How could this have happened? All I remember is having to crash the plane into the water. And talking to . . . oh no. . . Peggy.

"You gonna be ok?"

"Yeah," I responded, "Yeah, I just . . . I had a date."