Steve punched the bag hardly, every punch reminds him of his friends who do not exist anymore. Everyone he knows- gone. All the great friends; the great time. He always wanted to bring back the past, but he knows he can't. Sadness and pain occupied his heart, and when he can't handle it anymore, he punched hardly on the bag that it went off.
"Punching on bags doesn't help you bring the past, Captain."
Steve looked behind and asked with a low voice, "Why are you here?" He carried the bag and hung it again.
He put his hands behind his back. "I'm Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
The young man kept on punching the bag and didn't reply.
"I'm here to talk to you about the Avenger Initiative."
He stopped punching, and removed the cloth wrapped on his hands. "Avengers?"
"Don't worry, you're not alone. You got a group."
Steve carried his bag and the punching bag.
Nick attempted to stop him, "We need your help." The young man kept on walking.
"It's urgent."
Nick uttered, and Steve stopped walking.
"Welcome to the Headquarters," Nick smiled, "We keep human peace."
Steve nodded and spotted someone running, in a hurry. He has too much force with him.
He raised his voice, "We have a meeting today? Important? I'm in a meeting too, hey, hey Pep—"
Steve narrowed his eyes on him, but he still can't clearly see his face. The running man went closer to him, whispering 'oh no' tons of times. He accidentally bumped on Steve and they both fell down on the floor. Steve looked at him… and he seemed familiar.
The man warned Steve sternly, "Hey, watch out!"
He stood up and began to run but Steve grabbed his ankle, making him fall once more.
"Hey, cut it out!" He yelled angrily.
They both stood up but Steve blocked the man's way.
"Howard?"
The man widened his eyes, unhurriedly looking up to meet Steve's. He slowly and quietly answered.
"…No."
Steve looked down, shyly. "O-oh, I'm sorry… I-I thought that he was you, and you look like him, so…"
The man smiled and tapped his back, "Never mind it, big boy."
He casually walked away, but speechless.
Nick spoke while looking at the man leave, "I assume you need to meet your group."
He was led in a normal lounge cozy room. He looked around, feeling nostalgic once more. He saw them talking, laughing… bonding. He felt not belonging here. He felt not suited here. He just wanted to go back. He was left behind. –Or was he the one who left them behind? He was feeling heavy once more. He wants to leave this place. He wants to be alone. His thoughts then were cut when he saw a man apart from them. He was quiet, never minding anyone. He thought of approaching him, but somehow shyness took over him.
"Steve Rogers. I'm glad you joined us."
Steve looked down and sighed, "…Am I?"
The man blinked, "M-may I beg your pardon, Captain?"
Steve changed his emotion and immediately replied, "Oh, oh, yes, of course. I'm glad to be here."
The man smiled, "I'm glad. I'm Phil Coulson." He shook his hand, "I-I'm a very big fan of yours, y'know."
Steve can't help looking at the separated man. He tapped Coulson's back, "Good—Great, keep it up."
Phil Coulson left. Steve slowly approached the man, who was focused on a Rubik's cube. Steve was staring too long at him. The man noticed and glanced at him.
"Hey."
Steve widened his eyes and stuttered, "S-s-sorry…"
The man set aside his cube. He crossed his legs and laughed, "For what?"
"For grabbing your ankle a while ago."
The man tapped his back and smiled, "Never mind it, just don't do it again."
He stepped forward and announced, "Everyone, everyone, new member here!"
The people chatting looked at Steve. They stood up and approached him.
"Whoa, you're a big guy!"
"He's still kind of petty, but not tiny."
"He seems familiar…"
"Decades before, huh?"
"Yeah…"
Loud voices filled the room when the man shouted once again, "Everyone!"
There was silence.
The spy shook Steve's hand, "I'm Natasha Romanoff, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."
The cool guy removed his shades in a boasting manner, "Clint Barton, badass marksman of S.H.I.E.L.D."
The scientist smiled and shook his hand, "I'm Bruce Banner—" " —Brother of mine."
The scientist and the man sang, "Science… science… BROS!"
The god approached Steve, "Let me introduce myself, petty mortal. My name is Thor Odinson, Son of Odin, The Prince of Asgard, The God of Thunder."
The man pointed at Thor, "Control your arrogance." Thor smiled.
The man turned to Steve and held his hand, "Steven Rogers, right?" Steve nodded.
"I'm Tony Stark."
Natasha and Clint were whispering with each other. Steve looked at his hand, still being held by Tony, making him partly blush. Tony raised his hand making Steve's arm raise. "Oh, this? Let it be."
He pulled him gently to the sofa, and they all sat down. They chatted again, about someone named Loki.
Steve didn't listen, he felt not belonging here again.
Why did they choose me? Why am I here? I can't communicate with these people. I don't belong in this time. I—
"Captain? You okay?" He tightened his grip.
He nodded his head, unsure. "Yes."
Tony dropped his hand.
"Your mind seems to be flying. Pay attention, please."
Steve was annoyed by Tony's way of speaking as he listened further. But beyond that, he can still feel Tony's grip on his hand.