Steve was having the strangest dream. He couldn't remember falling asleep, which was concerning as the last thing he could recall was fighting the Avengers' latest wannabe arch-nemesis. So either they had won and the post-battle crash had been particularly hard, or he was in some kind of weird fever dream.
Because there was no way he was really crammed in a small plane, ten thousand feet above ground, sitting across from a dinosaur.
The Velociraptor's beady eyes stared back at Steve, its lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal sharp, serrated teeth. Its head bobbed as it stepped closer, claws tapping against the ground. Its mouth opened, and for a second Steve panicked, anticipating being mauled.
Except no bite came. The jaws opened, and a voice that sounded surprisingly like Bruce's said his name.
"Steve."
Steve jolted awake, his eyes quickly searching the small cabin of the helicopter, trying to take in everything at once. Bruce sat on his right, and Tony sat across from him. An old man dressed all in white sat on Bruce's right, and next to Tony was a balding man in a grey suit.
Steve did a sharp double take. Tony was wearing tight black jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black v-neck shirt whose cut displayed half of Tony's chest-
And the arc reactor was gone.
"Ah, finally!" the old man said in a clear, Scottish accent. "I thought you would sleep the entire trip. And really, the view is too beautiful to miss!"
"He's not talking about me, Steve. Although I admit, I look handsome without a hole in my chest," Tony said, grinning at Steve's shocked expression over a pair of dark rimmed glasses. "I guess the arc reactor was too out of character."
"You'll have to get used to Dr. Stark," the old man said, dislike evident on his face. "He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician."
"You're just angry that I'm going to get your park shut down."
"Codswallop. Tony, you've never been able to sufficiently explain your concerns."
Tony grinned and let out an unnatural chuckle. He turned to Bruce and said, "I suppose this is the part where I make you blush, Bruce. You're no Laura Dern, but might I say, the pink button down and khaki shorts are quite the look."
"I bring scientists. You bring a rockstar," the old man said to the balding man.
"We all have a role to play here," the balding man replied.
Steve's mouth snapped shut. He pinched himself. It had to be another dream.
The old man in white was John Hammond which meant the grey-suited lawyer was Gennaro. Tony was meant to be Malcolm, Bruce was Dr. Sattler, and he himself was Dr. Grant.
His face snapped to the window, watching choppy waves break on a large rock formation as they neared a towering island blanketed with a thick covering of trees and foliage. And this...
Steve could practically hear the music swell.
This had to be…
"There it is," Hammond said in an awestruck voice.
Jurassic Park.