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Chapter 1:

Waking up

Pain, pain, my whole body hurts. I try to open my eyes slowly, but it also hurts. When my eyes clear, my sense of hearing returns. There was an old fan on the roof? This is not my house, and that noise ... a ball game? I get up slowly, looking down I was wearing unknown clothes, cream pants, a white shirt? Where the hell am I? The radio is still talking on the corner of a table, it was an old radio, it was not even from the 80's let alone the 21st century. What the hell is going on? The door in front of me opens, and a woman enters the room. I could not stand it and let out a stupid smile, she looks like a librarian of those old spy movies. But the beautiful lady in front of me does not fit in that outfit at all. Was I kidnapped? She closes the door ...I get the feeling that I am not allowed to leave. I gulp.

"Good Morning." She says to me, watching her wristwatch.

"Or should I say afternoon?"

"Where am I?" I ask without questioning.

Everything seems strange to me. I was at a party with my friends from college, drinking, having fun the usual, then ...I can't remember what happened next. My head hurts a lot.

"You're in a recovery room in New York City. Any headaches you may feel are the effects of the recovery. It will pass." She answers.

I look everywhere, I do not remember something happening to me, when I gaze at my clothes anew, now with a clear view, my hands begin to shake. I had build-up body. What the hell? Something was wrong, I did not have a body like this last night.

"What did you do to me?" I argue, even so, I knew that they wouldn't say. Kidnappers aren't this dumb.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." She says. Of course, she was playing dumb with me. Coming here to make some kind of text or something ...I won't allow it.

"The room, the radio, your suit, all this is old, they must have gone out of style by now."

Her eyes enlarge, and her face has a serious expression, I should not have said that. I get up from the bed, and I walk towards her.

"Where am I? What have you done to me?" I say once again.

"Captain Rogers, please calm down."

What did she just call me? Rogers? Captain Rogers? The room, the radio, her very own existence. Was I getting prank?

The door opens, and two men enter dressed in black soldier suits. I look at both of them, their hands going for a weapon, this is going to get ugly if I let them draw their weapons. I grab the hand of the first one to my right with all my strength and try to throw him towards the other on the left, but both shoot out of the room breaking the wall in the process.

I go out through the hole in the wall. This can not be happening to me. I run, and I run through the corridors of the building. Have I superpowers? Super strength? She called me ...Captain Rogers? Do not tell me that...

"I repeat; All Agents, code 13."

I hear once more when I got to the lobby of the building. Too many people here. There is the exit. I push a soldier aside and go outside. Passing through the crowd on the street, I end up on the road and almost got hit by a taxi. I run away from the building toward the nearest interception. I was in Time Square. My first time really.

"Oh, God."

This wasn't my home. I was a fictional character, and if I was correct, Nick would show up next. Soon the place was full of black cars, and soldiers came down from them with their rifles pointing at me.

"At ease, Soldier," Fury says from behind me. I turn around to look at him.

There he was in his expensive long coat, with the eye-patch over his blind eye. Same actor that plays Nick Fury in the Captain America: The First Avengers movie, Samuel L. Jackson himself. Hell, no. I was Captain America, Steve Rogers. But what happened to him? Was he in my real body? Well, that doesn't matter. Right now, while I don't have Steve's memories, I do know about the Marvel movies and some comic books knowledge.

"Look I'm sorry about that little show back there, but..." He pauses, "We thought it best to break it to you slowly."

Only if he knew, my position here isn't anything compared to the 70' years missing from Steve Rogers life. My knowledge of the future. Well, no more harm can be done.

"Break what?" same words Steve said to him, I have to keep the role if I want to survive.

"You've been asleep, Cap,"

"For almost seventy years."

I stop looking at him and focus more on the city. Like Steve, I've never been here in my life.

"You're going to be okay?"

"Yeah, just..."

"Hope you could fill me in the details."

Nick nods extending his hand, he was asking me to enter one of the cars. The car was not so comfortable, my body still hurt, probably because of the effects of the ice. Nick came in with me, and we were alone in the back of the car.

"I'm taking you to a place where you can lay low for awhile until you're ready to go out there on your own." Nick couldn't keep his eye out for me. Probably because I'm a walking legend, a man lost in time.

Shit, I forgot something important. A little detail. I don't know anything about Avengers: Infinity War. In the near future, Thanos will come to Earth, because of the Infinity Stones, and I don't know how to defeat him. I don't even know if I can even wear the Captain America suit. It looks funny.

Well, I knew one thing. I have a lot of information, and a lot to change. People to save, and others to recruit. The future isn't set in stone.