A/N – This is my first FanFiction, so take that information as you will. I love the Captain America and Iron Man movies, and cannot wait for the Avengers to come out! One of the reasons, other than Robert Downey Jr, is I can't wait to see Steve try and figure out how the whole new world works. I think we can all agree that confused!Steve is adorable.

This first chapter is basically just a written version of the end of the movie, and I hope that doesn't get me into much trouble. I just thought it would be the best place to start this story off. To give you a taste of what my original writing is like, I'll put Chapter 2 up right away. You can expect updates every week or two, depending on how crazy my schedule gets… I feel this covers everything. And I promise you my notes won't be so long in the future!

Obligatory Disclaimer: Really, if I owned Captain America, Iron Man, or the Avengers, would I be writing FanFiction? All rights to them belong to Marvel and Disney.

Chapter 1

Steve Rogers opened his eyes to see a plain white ceiling above him, which he wasn't expecting. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but that wasn't it. He looked around his small room - bed, bedside table with a lamp, a dresser and a radio playing the New York Dodgers game - as he tried to figure out why he was in the hospital. As he attempted to piece together what was going on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off - something important.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, it came back to him, everything. The Super Soldier program, those embarrassing shows, his first self-ordered mission as Captain America, losing Bucky, and the fight against the Red Skull on his plane. That's what was wrong! He was supposed to be in the middle of nowhere right now in a plane crash! So how was he...? Stark! Steve thought, StarkmusthavefoundmebeforeIdied!Andhebroughtmebackhere! It was the only logical explanation. So why hadn't that feeling gone away?

Steve relaxed on the bed and listened to the familiar Dodgers game. Familiar? Steve frowned and listened more closely... He had been at that game! He'd seen Dolph Conillos hit his 20th homerun that the radio announcer was cheering about. He'd been at that game with... Bucky. Steve shook his head. Now wasn't the time or place to mourn his best friend.

While Steve was clearing his head, the door to his room opened and a brown-haired woman entered. He almost sighed in relief - until he realized she wasn't Peggy Carter like he'd originally thought. She just looked extraordinarily like her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Steve cut her off, flinching at how rude he was being to a lady. "Where am I?" he demanded.

The Peggy Carter look alike frowned at him before answering, "You're in a hospital in New York. You were qui-"

"I was at this game in May, 1941," Steve interrupted her again, deciding his rudeness was allowed in this instance and gesturing to the radio. "I was at this game," he repeated to the confused looking Not-Peggy. "I know I'm not in New York like you said. Now, where am I?"

Not-Peggy attempted a smile, but looked incredibly nervous, "I'm afraid I don't understand..."

Steve realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with her. He was about to ask to see a doctor or higher up when he watched her attempt to inconspicuously hit a button on a small device in her hand that he hadn't noticed before. And then he knew. He was at some Hydra base that he had somehow manage to not blow up. Johann Schmidt was behind this, he just knew it. But then why was he still alive? How was the Red Skull still alive?

Steve had stayed too long. Hydra agents, men and - to his astonishment - women, were pouring through the door behind Not-Peggy. Steve looked in vain around him for his shield and uniform, but could find neither. He'd just have to get them back when he returned to blow the base up and apologize to Howard for losing his ridiculously rare metal shield.

With the door effectively blocked, Steve crashed his way through the wall behind him - into a huge room where his room – no, box – was stored. More agents attempted stop him as he raced for the nearest doors, but he just pushed and punched them out of his way. The door led into a series of long, twisting metal hallways, filled with yet more Hydra agents.

As Steve ran, he tried to figure out what was going on around him. But it wasn't working. It was like taking one and one and getting seven. Nothing made any sense. His thoughts were cut short as he sprinted through what was obviously a very fancy lobby and through some bizarre, rotating doors to the outside. Where Steve stopped in his tracks.

He was completely surrounded by towering metal and glass buildings, soaring impossibly high into the sky. He was broken from his short trance by a hand attempting to grab his shoulder. Steve knocked the hand off and picked up his speed once again. And almost had a heart attack as the strangest vehicle - including Howard's flying car -he'd ever seen screeched to a halt before it could hit him. It was sleek and shiny and cold looking, with none of the character Steve liked so much in the cars back at home. Steve regained his breath and heartbeat before setting off at a sprint once again. "Where am I?" he whispered to himself as he put as much distance between himself and the Hydra base.

Steve kept waiting for something to look familiar or make sense. It never did. He was stuck in a strange, futuristic land with strange buildings and vehicles and people with even stranger clothes. Many people had electric wires coming out of their ears and into pockets or strange handheld devices. Some talked into tiny hand held devices or just talked allowed to themselves, carrying on conversations with unseen people. Steve wondered if they were the artificial humans he'd seen at the Future Building, before he'd gone to war. Nothing around him made any real sense. All he could think was that Stark probably knew what it all was and wished he were here with him. Or anybody he knew, for that matter.

As he ran, Steve spotted an opening between two towering metal and glass structures. He ran towards it, and found the most bizarre thing he'd seen on his bizarre day. He was surrounded even more people in been weirder clothes. But he hadn't stopped in his tracks to stare at the people. It was what was above the peoples' heads that was truly amazing.

Steve decided they must be signs, though none like he'd seen before. They were impossibly bright with twinkling dancing lights, changing the pictures on them faster than should have been possible. After a little more study, Steve realized they were advertisements – all for things he had never heard of.

Steve was brought back to his situation in a flash as he realized he'd been surrounded by the sleek vehicles while he ogled at the signs. Hydra agents piled out of them - good thing he'd never learned when to quit. Steve readied himself for an impossible battle, and was about to begin fighting his way out when a voice full of authority commanded, "At ease, soldier!" Steve whipped around searching for a face to go with the voice. A tall black man dressed in black walked towards him, one eye covered by a patch. "You've been asleep a long time, Captain," the man continued. Steve studied him, not sure what to make of the man. The black man seemed to sense his unease and gave him a smile. "I'm Nick Fury, head of SHIELD," he paused and studied Steve once more. "Still think you're in Germany?" Fury questioned.

"Wha- Where am I?" Steve questioned, desperate to finally get an answer.

"You're in Times Square, New York, Sir. It's July 2008. We won the second world war sixty-two years ago," Fury stated, watching Steve for a reaction.

Steve felt like he'd been hit in the face with a brick. He'd been... doing something for the past 62 years. He didn't even want to think about what he'd missed yet - he'd deal with that later. And then he remembered his promise to Peggy with a pang. Something must have showed on his face, because Fury asked, "Are you going to be okay?"

Steve looked back at him and said the only thing on his mind. "It's just... I had a date."

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