The Time Has Come

Chapter 2: What War Can Do

AN: WARNING: THERE ARE CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS IN THIS FANFIC. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEVERAL. After every post I will ask if I should keep going or delete the chapter. Simply answer this by sending me a message saying either Yes or No. This is a shorter chapter but the next one is going to be long.

Sam fell to his knees besides Steve. Stark had fallen quiet and all Sam could only hope for a pulse. He was sure he had gotten the gun. God he swore he did. If Steve ended up dying Sam would never forgive himself. He didn't want it to be his fault but who else could everybody blame. If only Sam had been a little earlier, maybe Steve would be out of that crazy mind control and Tony and Sam would have been able to take him someplace. He was already talking as if Steve was dead.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y read vital signs" Tony said. Sam had forgotten Stark brought that thing everywhere. Good thing he did. Maybe this wouldn't be a bad situation after all. Or maybe he just spoke too soon. "Vital signs are dropping, sir. Nothing major has been hit but there seems to be a problem I can't identify, shall I contact emergency services?"

"No thanks we'll find someone else."

Sam carefully lifted Steve's head and searched for the wound. He could tell it was deep enough to cause a lot of bleeding and if they didn't get Steve to a hospital soon there was going to be a funeral everybody would have to attend unwillingly. He really hoped Steve would stop getting himself in these situations. Two years ago he had his butt dragged out of the Potomac and now he was lying on the ground with life threatening wounds again. If Steve got out of this, they were going to have a long talk about life choices. No, WHEN Steve got out of this.

"Tony we need to get out of here." Sam stated. "I doubt that guy was the only one who came. If we're all going to leave here alive we need to get stepping."

"Your right but how are we going to carry him?" Tony said while pointing to Steve. "We have no idea where to go and if we move him now we might make his condition worse."

Sam didn't want to agree but he knew Stark was right. "Would you prefer to just sit here and wait for a something amazing to happen? Maybe we need to just call out and someone will come and fetch us! You know what, why don't we just tell the unicorns of this forest to come help out our friend Steve!"

"That's actually a brilliant idea"

Sam laughed harder than he intended. "Are you on drugs?!" Tony liked at him and Sam stopped his giggling." Oh God you're serious..."

"Don't worry pigeon I'm not calling on any unicorns and that's not what I'm talking about. What if we call the team? They may not be unicorns but there the next best thing."

"For a second there I thought you actually had an idea. You do remember we aren't a team anymore right? That thing between us made sure we stayed apart and don't think they're all going to come together just because Steve isn't feeling his best. So what other bright ideas you got?"

Tony stared down at Steve and sighed. "Do you really think that after all this time, after all we've gone through together we wouldn't help this patriotic pain in the butt? I know we fought each other and walls were made between some of us but nothing would ever keep the Avengers from helping one of their own. If we can somewhat come together to fight each other then we can come together" Sam didn't say anything. He knew Tony was right but after what happened Sam really didn't think that the Avengers would team up again. Heck what did he know anyway, he had only been part of the team for a year. "I know somebody is at the compound. I could call Vision and see if Natasha is willing to come out of hiding which I'd say she is but we have to act fast cause Cap is getting bad." Tony called upon his A.I again. "Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y do me the biggest favor and call Natasha and Vision. Tell them it's time to wake up, they should know what it means."

"Yes sir."

Sam was feeling anxious. "Can we at least put him in your car? Laying on this floor could give him an infection. Wait a minute, hold up, I'm pretty sure Steve should be healing by now. It was only a graze. The serum is supposed to help him in these situations right?"

Tony looked at him with eyes wide. Then he looked back down at Steve and lifted his head to check the wound again. Seeing Steve still bleeding and the wound looking even worse than before, he put his head back down and whispered a curse. "Sam let me use your jacket."

Sam speedily yanked his jacket off and handed it to Tony who wrapped it carefully and delicately around Steve's head. Then Sam realized something he had dismissed before. "Hey Tony what did your thing say about a problem?"

Stark didn't seem to pay attention at first, he was too busy creating a cushion for Steve's head but then he stopped and started at Sam. "F.R.I.D.A.Y you said something about a problem that you couldn't identify right?"

"Yes sir, but now I think I know what's wrong. Captain Rogers no longer has his serum."

Tony closed his eyes tightly and started wishing for this problem to go away. "Son of a-"

Steve woke up with a jump and immediately started looking around for where he was. Which made his blossoming headache even worse. He looked down at where he was lying and found a couch. Surprising. The room he was in looked nicely decorated and also well lit. That was something new. He'd never been kidnapped and placed in a room with elegant pillows and a rug with pictures of bridges in black and white. The places he was usually taken to had chains on the walls, blood staining the floors and barely enough light to see your hand in front of you. Well there is a first time for everything.

Steve slowly got up and placed his feet on the floor. His clothes were changed. Not a very comforting thought. And his headache was back again. Even worse than before. What did he do in the first place to get such a headache? As he started to stand up he began to feel nauseous. He took a step forward as fought back the bile rising in his throat. There was a door to his right and just as he was reaching for the door it opened. A man stepped in dressed in a beige dress shirt and pants. His hair was combed to the left and he had on brown dress shoes. The man looked like he had come directly from the 1940's.

"Ah Steve, you're up. How you feeling? You took a bad hit to the head." The man said.

Steve hesitated. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The man laughed and looked down at his feet and started to cuss at himself. "Captain Hartley is going to kill me."

Steve was starting to get even more on edge as this man stood in front of him.

"Sit down will ya Rogers? Your head is going to keep on hurting unless you rest." The man said to him.

"Who are you working for? What-"

"I'll answer everything as soon as you sit down."

Steve stood rigid and the man leaned on the door waiting for Steve to make his next move. His knees were starting to hurt and his stomach was doing flips. Before he realized it, the floor was starting to come towards him and two hands grabbed his shoulders, stopping him from hitting the ground at full speed.

"Ha-ha, I win! Now you owe me a pack a cigars." The man continued to speak as he moved Steve back over to the couch and laid him down. "That's the third time I've won this month. You starting to lose your game, Steve!"

"What do I call you?" Steve said between grunts.

"You really don't remember anything do you?" The man sighed. "I'm Curtis, Curtis Archer."

"Where am I?"

"You're in New Jersey."

Steve's face showed confusion. How was he supposed to narrow down where he was being held out of all of New Jersey?

"You're at Camp Lehigh, New Jersey."

Steve sank into the couch and held back tears. 'Not again, oh god not again', was all he could think. Suddenly everything made sense. The look of the room he was in looked less retro, the pictures of New York in black and white, the clothes Curtis was wearing, and so many more obvious clues he somehow missed. Why couldn't he remember anything previous to waking up in this room? Was he friends with Curtis? Why the heck was he asking so many questions?

"Don't look so down, you're still in the fight. This war isn't going to win itself. Captain H won't let you leave. You're too special. It makes me want to gag every time I say that."

"So the war is still on?"

"The war never stopped in the first place. Maybe you should go back to sleep I think you did more than fall on your head. What do you remember?"

Steve looked down at himself and shrugged. "Nothing. I woke up here with a headache and now I'm learning that I'm back in the 40's even though I was just in 2016 with Sam. Where's my phone? Maybe there is some information in there that could be useful."

Curtis looked at him with his eyes wide. Steve could tell he was holding back laughter.

"Steve what the heck happened to you? I'm never letting you hear the end of this when you get better! If you want the phone you can go down the hall but please do remember it isn't yours, and 2016! Boy did they have flying cars? Oh what about wars? Were they in the middle of one like we are. Everything must be all techy and hard to figure out."

"You don't believe me do you?"

Curtis laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "Sure I believe you, Steven…but I'm more concerned with you physically right now more than your story. Just come with me. We're going to go see the nurse. I don't think you've fully healed yet."

Curtis put his arm around Steve's and hauled him up. Steve already felt like losing whatever was in his stomach but he held himself back and tried to regain his composure. Curtis was taking small steps and then they left the room. The camp looked a little different but maybe it was because his vision was blurry.

"Hey Curtis."

"Yeah, Steve."

"Is Peggy here?"

"Who the heck is Peggy?"

End Note: Should I continue? Yes or No?