Hi,
this isn't my first fanfiction, but my first in this fandom and my first in this language, since I am not from an English speaking country. So I hope my mistakes are forgiven.
It is a "Captain America (Movies)" Story, but other characters from the Marvel Universe (Movies) will appear later too.
As it is common to make a disclaimer, here is mine: I do not own anything of this universe, not the characters, not the world. I am writing this just for fun.
New and strange…but still familiar
Chapter 1
The plane crashed into the ice. It feels like an eternity, as it sank deeper and deeper. He sat in the pilot chair, bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Slightly disorientated, he watched how the ice water enters the cockpit through the hole in the glass. With a last pull out of his strength, he slid out of the chair and tried to reach his shield. But as faster the icy water surrounds him as faster his strength leaved him. Before he fell into unconsciousness, his last thoughts were the dance date with Peggy next weekend. And then, there was nothing.
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Nervously, but excited, Agent Coulson waited for the team to dig out Captain America. His eyes fixed at the round shield in red-white-blue they found earlier. He couldn't believe that he found the long lost idol of his youth. After several minutes, he heard activity from the hole in the ceiling. He looked up and saw some men with equipment enter the cockpit of the plane.
"It's time, that you come", he said to the men. He showed the guys the frozen body and stepped aside.
"Patient, Agent. I think a few minutes more don't hurt anyone", said the leader of the team to the nervous S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
"He waited long enough", was the only answer he gave and watched them starting their work.
Thirty minutes later, the captain was freed of the ice and they brought them into their jet. He was still covered in ice and they started the remove the rest. They started with his head and Coulson take a first look since nearly seventy years at the young, blonde man. He knew that Steve Rogers war in his mid-twenties as he vanished. He frowned and leaned closer to the face of the captain. At his forehead was a cut and looked like it would still bleed. But this was impossible for a dead body that was sealed in ice for decades. Slowly, he reached with his hand to Rogers face and touched the cut. He looked at his hand and saw the red, shimmering liquid of blood at his fingertips. Incredulously he moved his hand to his nose and sniffed the typical scent of blood. With wide eyes and trembling he stared at the others at the jet.
"Agent Coulson?" asked the man in front of him, concerned.
"I think, he's still alive", he answered in a raspy voice. Doubtful faces looked at him, as he said that.
"I don't think, that's possible, sir", said the same man as before.
"Look, he's bleeding!" yelled Coulson and showed them the blood on his fingers and pointed to the cut at the forehead of Steve Rogers. He heard several sharped breathes and hid a small smile. Maybe, they really have found a living Captain America instead of his corpse. Just time would tell the truth.
It took several days until they reached the point to wake the captain. In the doctors opinion it was better to made him as healthy as possible and holds him in induced coma. Most of the bruises and cuts the young man had all over his body healed very quickly. At Fury's Orders, he made a set up to help him through the time change and waited for his awakening.
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Slowly Steve becomes aware of his surroundings. He could hear traffic noise from outside and a baseball game on the radio. He opened his eyes and sit up. Scanning the room with his eyes, he finds himself in a greenish room he didn't recognize. He heard the door open and turned his head in the direction. A brown-haired woman entered with a smile.
"Good Morning", she greeted him and stopped in the middle of the room.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City", she answered, still smiling.
He turned his head quickly to the radio and listened to the game, then turned to the woman again.
"Where am I really?" he asked again, suspiciously.
"I don't understand, sir", the woman answered nervously.
"The game was in 1942. I knew it, because I was there", he said with narrowed eyes and jumped from the bed.
The smile of the woman faded and she took a step back.
"Captain Rogers", she tried to reassure him. A few seconds later he watched some soldiers entering the room. He needed just a few moments to throw the first two through the wall and leaves the room through the hole.
What he saw was a set-up and he fled through the double door in front of him. He ran into a floor with a lot of people in black suits. In the same moment, the voice of the woman was coming out of the speakers and he was running again, pushing some of the men away, as they tried to catch him. Outside of the building he ran into the street and saw some strange vehicles. He hear some shouting and ran around the next corner und saw a mass of people, more of the vehicles (cars, he thought) and an overwhelming amount of lights and strange sounds. He rotated in the middle of the street, confused and a bit scared.
"At ease, soldier", came the voice of a man from behind and he turned to the direction. A black man with a patch was standing there. In the same moment, some black cars appeared and the black suits shooed the crowed away, circling him and the other man.
"I am sorry for the set-up", the man apologized. "But we wanted to make it easier for you."
"Easier?" Steve asked, still confused.
"You slept, captain. For nearly seventy years" the man explained and Steve was shocked. He looked at the lights and the poster-liked things at the walls (the pictures changed continuously).
"Are you ok?" the man asked and stepped closer.
"Yeah" Steve answered. "It's just….I had a date."