Location: Unknown

Time: Unknown

Date:...1945?

He woke up freezing cold, despite the quilts that were on top of him, the warm clothing he wore, and the heat of the room. He shivered, hugging himself, and then clutching the quilts, trying to pull them more tightly around himself. Then he realized he had no idea where he was. He sat up slowly. He was in a dark room with no windows. It was a very small room, and there wasn't much furniture in it. He was laying on a soft, but small bed, and there was a empty bedside table with a small lamp. At the other end of the room there was a rack for clothes, and it was empty, and in the corner was a small glowing light that allowed him to sort of see around him. He pulled the blankets off of him and pressed his feet against the hard floor, and despite the fact that he was wearing thick, warm socks, he felt the cold from the metal.

There was a squealing noise as a large metal door opened and a ceiling light flicked on above him, blinding him. Then someone screamed. "Oh! You scared me!" The young woman gasped, "C-Captain Rogers, we weren't expecting you to wake so soon!" She had an accent that sort of reminded him of Peggy, and long light brown hair, and pretty brown eyes.

"I'm sorry I startled you." He said, "I'm... I'm not sure where I am. Who are you?"

"It's fine... I just... Oh dear. I think I'd better call General Fury in to explain things to you, I'd just be awful at it."

"General Fury? Where am I?"

"I'm sorry. If you'd let me... Just a moment." The young woman pulled a strange device from her pocket and clicked a few buttons. Then she held the device to her ear. What is going on? Where am I? What is this place? Who is this? Who is General Fury?

"Hello? You asked me to inform you if Captain Rogers should wake up... Of course, Sir. Sector 4, Room 223... Alright." She slipped the device in her pocket again and smiled. "General Fury will be here in a minute. Now, I'm not a doctor or anything, I mean I am, but not medical, so I'm going to call in Doctor Jacobs to check you over. You've been through quite a lot, Captain."

"But, I'm confused." Steve groaned, "What's going on? I feel fine!"

"Just please, Captain, stay here until I get Dr. Jacobs. I think he's right down the hall with Agent Lukas. I'll be only a few minutes." She opened the door. "Just... stay... right here." Then she was gone. Steve's head was spinning as he looked around the bare room. What is this place? Where am I? He was trying to remember what had happened before he had fallen asleep, and it was slowly coming back to him as he stood. Dizziness hit him hard, but he stumbled to the door.

The plane had been going down! He remembered now, and the pain came like a heavy burden on his chest. Oh god, Peggy. He yanked open the door and rushed out into a busy hallway. People rushed back and forth, everyone in a hurry. He was hurrying too, but he didn't know where he was going. He took a right from his doorway and sprinted down the hallway, trying to find answers. Where am I? Where's Peggy? Who are these people?

He was beginning to panic, he felt a little claustrophobic, even the halls were wide and tall. There were no windows, and he felt sick. He began running faster, almost bumping into things. Where am I? Who are these people?! He took a left turn, and then after a few minutes another. Then he rushed into a large square room where numerous hallways connected. There was a large desk to his left at the end of the room. Here crowds of people passed to different hallways. At the desk a young woman was answering a telephone and questions from people before her. On the wall, across from the desk, was painted a huge American Flag, and underneath, smaller, but also rather large, was a symbol Steve didn't recognize.

This symbol appeared to be an eagle within a circle, underneath the eagle were the huge letters: S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve frowned, and drew closer trying to see the smaller writing around the circle. When suddenly doors slid open at his right side and a tall African-American man with an eye patch, wearing a military uniform stepped into the room. His eye widened when he saw Steve.

"Captain Rogers!" Steve was going to vomit if he didn't get air soon.

"Where am I?" He asked, dizziness hitting him again.

"Please, come with me." The tall man said, gripping his arm. Steve yanked it away, and almost fell, but another pair of arms caught him.

"Woah, there! Gotta be careful where you step..." The shorter, muscular figure who caught him frowned up at him. "...Captain America?"

"Agent Barton! He's confused. Please, escort him to my office."

"Yes, General." Agent Barton nodded, as Steve groaned aloud.

"Where's Peggy?" He gasped.

"Don't worry, buddy." Agent Barton smiled, "Nick will-"

"Barton!"

"General Fury will explain everything."


Agent Barton took Steve into the elevator up to floor one, General Fury following closely behind. Steve was too dizzy and sick to pay attention to much, but soon he was set down on a chair in a small office. Barton left soon after he delivered Steve to Fury's office. He seemed quite offended that no one had told him Captain America was here, and informed General Fury that he was going to go reprimand "Maria and Phil" about how they kept the secret from him.

"Clint, you were on mission." Fury groaned.

"I know, but that's just not cool. Especially if I'm gonna be working with this guy." He leaned in close to Fury and whispered, "You know, he seems a little damaged."

"Get out of my office." Fury snapped.

"Yes, sir!" After a moment of silence General Fury came around his desk to sit across from Steve. His office was decorated simply, with a small framed American flag behind his desk, two small bookshelves on one side of the room, a couple framed pictures facing him on his desk, and one larger frame on one of the bookshelves. The chairs were uncomfortable, and Steve was concerned. He still wasn't sure where he was and it bothered him.

"So..." Fury pulled out an old-looking file and opened it. "Captain Steven Rogers..."

"Yes, sir." Steve whispered.

"You're quite well-known, though your stories have kind of been made illegal."

"I'm not sure what that..."

"Doesn't matter. Look, I know your confused. I'm not the best person to explain exactly what's going on, but here's the basics. The date is... June 14th, 2012."

"Twenty what?!" Steve gasped.

"Twenty-Twelve, Captain. You've been asleep for a long time. Just... two weeks ago Mission STARK brought you back from Arctic Waters. I know this is difficult, but it's true."

"I... But..."

"I'm sorry, Captain. You had friends in the 1940s probably..." General Fury frowned.

"Yes, I... I had a date." Steve whispered.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"What is this place?" Steve asked.

"Welcome to SHIELD headquarters, Captain." Fury nodded.

"SHIELD? What is SHIELD? I've never heard of it before."

"It was established only a few years after you supposedly died." Fury replied, "It's-" Suddenly there was a ringing noise, and Fury pulled a device out of his pocket similar to the one the girl in Steve's room had had. "Sorry, I have to get this." He held the device to his ear, and Steve determined that it must be some form of wireless telephone. "Hello? Of course. What?! Oh no, that motherfu- He better no have... alright, I'll be down in a couple minutes. I swear to god that man will be the death of me... yes... bye." Fury looked up, slipping the device into his pocket. "Alright, so, I'm having a crisis. Apparently Stark is announcing something on the news about some sort of new experiment or something he's doing that could change the world and blah, blah, blah. I've got to go listen in."

"Stark as in Howard?" Steve asked.

"Howard's son, Anthony. It's a long story. I can't stay much longer. Look, find Major Maria Hill. She'll be able to explain everything to you."

"But-"

"Don't worry, her office is just down the hall. Number 12. I'm sorry about all this nonsense. Stark is just a big power play in the war, so we need to keep updated on his ventures. Find Major Hill. She knows her shit."

"Of- of course, but..."

"Room 12. It's good to see you up and running, Captain, I hope to see you back in action again soon."

"But-" Fury hurried out the door, leaving Steve alone again. Oh Lord, what is going on? He thought. 2012. Really? How was this even possible. Why was he here? He stood slowly and shakily, and then breathed in deeply. Major Maria Hill. He thought. Alright... we'll see if she can give me some answers. He opened the door and entered a busy hallway. Fury's office was Room 005, so all he had to do was find Room 012. He headed down to the left, and watched the door numbers, which were painted in black on the large metal doors. Finally he found one with the numbers he needed painted on it, and underneath in smaller stenciled letters was the name: MAJOR MARIA HILL. A small little mailbox opening in the wall next to the door had the label: MISSION REPORTS HERE PLEASE. Steve knocked on the door and there was no reply, so he carefully opened it. It squealed on it's hinges.

What is with all these doors being so heavy? They were oval-shaped and reminded him of battleship doors, which huge wheels in the center to open.

"Major Hill, Ma'am?" She wasn't in her office. Steve groaned. "Now what?"