Hi again everyone! So basically I was a bit disappointed in the way Marvel handled Steve waking up after he went in the ice. I feel like it would have been WAY more traumatic. So I wrote my version of it. It is pretty much already written completely, so you shouldn't have to wait long for updates.

I tweaked the cannon story line just a bit for the story to work how I wanted it. Peggy died a year before Steve was found (I'm sorry! But it had to be done). The rest of the Avengers were already a team, and formed slightly different than in the movies. And Thor's banishment from Asgard remained in tact even after he regained his powers. I get frustrated with Thor's character coming and going randomly. Other than that it sticks pretty close to cannon.

I also need to put in a suicidal thoughts warning.

Disclaimer: This is Marvels sandbox, I'm just playing in it.

Its been 5 days since I woke up.

5 days since I lost everything.

5 days since I was thrown into a future I didn't belong in.

5 days since I slept.

Its been 4 days since I left the shield medical wing.

4 days since I was introduced to a group of strange people. They were a team, like The Howling Commandos, but they all apparently had advanced abilities of sorts. They showed me a video of them in action. I was told one was Howard's son. He was loud and inappropriate a lot of the time. I didn't really talk to any of the others.

Everyone seemed to know me, but I didn't know anyone.

No one called me Steve. It was always 'Sir', or 'Captain Rogers'.

It's been 3 days since I was sent to live in a tall tower with all of them. It was everything I wasn't used to; sleek, clean, and expensive. It felt worse here. Not that it really felt better anywhere else.

No one seemed to realize that the last 70 years may as well have been over-night to me.

6 days ago I was fighting in a war.

6 days ago I chose to give up my life.

7 days ago I saw the young vibrant women I was in love with, yet somehow she had died of old age last year.

3 weeks ago my best friend died right in front of me.

No one seemed to realize that I felt completely alone, like an alien. Which was kind of ironic considering I was told I was currently living in the same building with one. Go figure.

Everything had changed. There was nothing I could grab onto to anchor myself to this world. It smelled different with pollution, greasy foods, strong perfumes. It tasted different; the food was sweeter or saltier. There were new sounds; the disconnected voice in the ceiling named JARVIS and strange new music. Everything felt softer or smoother against my rough skin. Everything looked different from the way people dressed to the smog polluted sunset I used to love to draw.

I had truly never felt more alone.

It had been 2 days since I came out of the room that Howard's son, Tony, had given me. It was bigger than the apartment I lived in before the war. That didn't count the living area, kitchen, balcony, and bathroom that I was also told was mine to use. The bathroom was connected to my bedroom. That was as far as I made it so far.

In here I didn't have to put up a facade of being okay. I could just let myself crumble, body and mind.

If I kept the blinds closed and the lights off I could almost pretend nothing had happened. That Bucky was asleep in the bed right next to mine. That I was going to meet Peggy that evening. That my team was just out having a good time at a bar.

But Bucky wasn't here. Peggy wasn't waiting for me. The commandos weren't out having a good time.

It was just me here.

Alone.

To be continued...

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