Chapter 1
"They said he died. They said his plane went down."
"What did you say, dear?" calls Nancy Morris from the kitchen. My eyes are glued to the television screen. A redheaded woman punches one of the flying monsters. The Viking makes lightning down a few more while Iron Man sends a few more in the Green Guy's direction. All of that registers, but all I can focus on is the man in the center of it all. Clad in a tight-fitting spandex suit, he uses a shield to combat the monsters. He fights with a grace unlike his comrades. It is quite a fascinating sight to behold.
"What did you say, Bridgie?" Ms Nancy asks again, sticking her head out from behind the wall that separates the kitchen and the living room.
"Nothing, ma'am. Just watching the news from New York City."
"I heard about that on the radio," interjects Walter Morris, entering the house from the front porch. He hobbles over to the couch, taking a seat beside me. "Terrible, awful thing it is. I hope those superheroes get everything taken care of."
"Yeah, I sure hope so," I whisper. My eyes have remained on the screen the entire duration of the conversation. He is exactly as I remember him, with the exception of the slight suit modifications. Tall, strong, graceful, fast... Everything America's Hero should be. My guardians continue speaking to each other, oblivious to the myriad of questions racing through my mind.
The most prominent question is perhaps the biggest of them all: exactly howis the Star Spangled Man with a Plan alive, here in 2012?
And better yet, can he help me find out how and why I, Bridgie Patterson, wound up seventy years in the future as well?