Steve Rogers awoke, the shade of a jungle canopy above him. He blinked slowly as he cleared the mental cobwebs from his head.
"Why am I in a jungle? I'm supposed to be…" He couldn't finish that thought, he had no idea where he was supposed to be, or what he was supposed to be doing. Nor did he know where he was or how he got there.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position and scanned his surroundings. Many of the plants were large and not ones Steve recognized, though he was certainly no biologist. Next he examined himself, he seemed to be in perfect physical condition as was the Captain America costume he wore. He lifted his right arm and found that his vibranium and adamantium alloy shield was strapped to it. His belt was also strapped on to his waist with all his gadgets from S.H.I.E.L.D.
"No use staying around here." Steve stood up and looked around once more before picking a direction and setting off, trusting his instincts.
Remy LeBeau wandered through the thick foliage, swatting insects.
"Mon Dieu! Why are der so many bugs in dis place and why dey come after ol' Gambit?" He muttered a few choice Cajun phrases as he continued through the jungle.
Robert Drake cruised along on the ice slide he made and surveyed his surroundings from above the treetops.
"Let's see, trees, trees, mountains, trees, T-Rex." Robert stopped as he realized the giant, prehistoric monster was heading towards him.