Awareness comes slowly and passes quickly, flashes of light and color (so much color) fill his eyes before he can even open them. He knows these are not his dreams. There are too many people he doesn't know, places he's never been to. He's so surprised to be seeing all this that it takes a few moments to soak it in before he opens his eyes. The scents and feelings will have to be enough. This place is strange, and while he was always up for an adventure, he didn't like being trapped.
What felt like hours later, he opened his eyes and looked around. The walls were pale, with no personality whatsoever. The floor was likely made of wood or tile; slick floors are never good to place your paws.
"Welcome back, Captain Rogers." A strange voice offered. He glanced over to find a young woman with pale, creamy skin and brick-red hair with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.
"Thank you," He nodded to the desk. "for turning that game off. It would have done your people no good to try and play me for a fool ."
"Mr. Stark said as much."
"At least he's got some sense. Where am I? And how long did it take to get here?"
"This is the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. We're better known as-.
" SHIELD." Steve chuckled. "I know an acronym when I see one, Miss."
"Agent." She corrected. "Agent Romanoff."
"Sounds foreign." He offered. Her face twitched.
"I defected."
"Meaning..."
"I left Russia as soon as I was old enough."
"Ah, sorry... Afraid I wouldn't know much about that. You mentioned Stark just now. Is he still here?"
"He's in a meeting with Director Fury."
"Tony?" Steve muttered, confused. What was his brother doing involved in all this?
"Kind of." The man before him admitted. "I was named after the man you're looking for, though I'd guess he's been dead awhile."
Act like you don't know me. We can't be Wolves in this life, and it's been too long to claim kinship.
You did what you had to. I understand.
This was… this was… this world was definitely insane.