Everything down to the details was perfect: the dysfunctional seat belt, the jeeps, the logo hanging from the rear view mirror, the employee in the pink polo shirt who was driving them into the park.

Steve was in shock.

Panic alarms screamed inside of his head. His mind zinged from one thought to the next, trying to remember how they could have possibly ended up in this situation. It had to be the bad guy they were chasing. They hadn't thought she was much of a threat at the time, but could she have done something to them to make them live through the Jurassic Park movie? Was it a hallucinogen? Some kind of tech? Magic?

"How the hell did we end up in the movie?" Tony said, sparing half a glance at their driver. "Bruce wasn't even fighting; he was in the damn plane."

"Did you see her do anything?" Bruce turned around to face them. His hand moved to adjust his glasses, frowning when he realized he wasn't wearing anything.

"No. She was just talking."

"Maybe she's Asgardian?"

"If she was, then Thor would have been fighting with us, not bumming around Asgard."

"Guys." A partial memory came to Steve of playing distraction with Tony while Natasha and Clint planned a sneak attack from behind. "Where are Clint and Natasha?"

"Maybe they weren't affected," Bruce said hopefully. "They could be trying to find a way to get us out of here."

"My bet is they're that freaky pair of Velociraptors," Tony said. "Don't tell me that the scene of the Velociraptors taking down the hunter guy doesn't remind you of them."

"What?"

"Come on, Bruce. I thought you watched the movie?"

"I saw most of it."

"Bruce!" Tony looked disappointed. "It's no Star Wars, but it's worth watching at least once. You've seen it, haven't you, Cap?"

"Clint and I watch it every couple of months."

"You're joking."

Steve shrugged. He turned toward the fields as the car rounded a bend and slowed to a stop, his heart fluttering in excitement in spite of himself. "Once a dinosaur kid, always a dinosaur kid."

Steve stumbled out of the car as if mesmerized, drawn closer to the Brachiosaurus. Its leathery brown-grey skin seemed to shine in the afternoon sunlight, long shadows cast by its immense body mass. Its long neck extended gracefully above the trees. Steve could hardly see its head grazing on leaves from the tallest branches. When it moved, the whole ground rumbled.

It was incredible.

And for a minute, Steve forgot that it wasn't real.

"It's a dinosaur," Steve said in disbelief. He pointed to it, turning around to find Bruce staring at it in just as much awe.

Tony watched from the jeep, a look of shock on his face as if he thought any moment he would wake up and return to reality. "It's real. This isn't a dream."

Steve walked closer. He squinted up at the dinosaur, wishing he had a camera so he could take a picture and show it to Clint. "I can't believe how massive it is."

"The Brachiosaurus's neck alone is thirty feet." Hammond smiled proudly, joining them in admiring the Brachiosaurus.

The Brachiosaurus reared up on its back two feet, plucking foliage from the very top of the tree before dropping back to the ground with a loud bellow.

"How fast are they?" Bruce asked.

"Well, we clocked the T-Rex at 32 miles an hour."

"T-Rex?" Bruce stuttered. He turned to Hammond with wide eyes.

"Uh-huh."

"You've got a T-Rex," Steve stated. He found himself going weak at the knees.

Hammond didn't notice the lack of enthusiasm, happily repeating, "We have a T-Rex."

Steve stumbled away. He felt dizzy, his brain finally realizing the gravity of their situation unless they found a way out of here. He vaguely heard Bruce telling him to put his head between his knees as he collapsed to the ground, trying to catch his breath. Even the herd of Hadrosauruses moving in the distance wasn't enough to keep his attention.

"You're wondering how I did it," Hammond said, kneeling besides Steve with his hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'll show you."

A shiver ran down Steve's spine.

Tony would be the first to admit that he was more of a tech person than an animal person. Blame it on being bitten by one of his father's flamingoes at a young age, but large things with sharp teeth or beaks that decided to attack on their own volition made him uncomfortable.

Very large things with very sharp teeth damn near terrified him when he wasn't in his Iron Man suit.

He had watched Jurassic Park with Jarvis when he was a young boy and Jarvis was human, and the movie had given him nightmares. He would dream about Velociraptors sneaking into his room at night, the door bursting open, and their hot breath breathing down his neck before they went in for the kill. Many times, he had woken up in a cold sweat, refusing to turn his head or open his eyes because he was convinced there was a raptor just waiting in the shadows for their opportunity.

Give him a robot invasion movie any day. Dinosaurs were creepy.

But Tony had grown out of that fear. Catch him in the right mood, and he'd sit down and watch Jurassic Park with anyone, eager to impress with his knowledge of the underlying mechanics that went into making the T-Rex work.

Of course, that was when dinosaurs were extinct and his likelihood of meeting one was sitting at a comfortable zero percent. Having now seen one up close and personal, he'd have to find his childhood psychologist and sue him for saying dinosaurs were an irrational fear.

Thank Spielberg, he was playing the part of Ian Malcolm and not one of the paleontologists. Sure, there was the unfortunate moment where Malcolm tried to lure the T-Rex away with another flare and failed because he was also moving. Not that Tony could blame the T-Rex, Jeff Goldblum was by far more interesting than the flare. But Tony knew the outcome. He knew it would be better if he kept his ass parked in the car, so he could play the system and not make the same mistake.

He wouldn't even have to touch a dinosaur if he didn't want to do it. And as far as he could remember, Malcolm never even encountered the Velociraptors.

"Why don't you all sit down?" Hammond said, ushering them into a row of movie theater seats.

Tony tuned out Mr. DNA's spiel on 'Dino DNA', speaking to the others quietly enough that their host wouldn't hear.

"They're real." Might as well start with the obvious, Tony decided. "How are we supposed to free ourselves if we're fighting off dinosaurs the entire time."

"Maybe we have to stop Nedry? Or skip the tour and leave on the boat?" Steve suggested.

"Who is Nedry? Have we met him already?" Bruce asked.

Tony wracked his brain for an answer, but Steve beat him to the punch.

"He's the computer guy. He shuts down the park's security systems, giving the dinosaurs a chance to break free."

"I never thought the day would come when Steve Rogers was more equipped with movie knowledge than me." Tony startled as the bar in front of him slid down to lock him in place as the floor started to move, then added, "You're a literal dinosaur, Cap."

Steve ignored him, testing the bars in front of him as the ride passed a window revealing a dozen people in white jumpsuits working. "I don't know about you guys, but anyone else getting a bad feeling that the only way out of this movie is through it?"

"I was afraid you would say that," Bruce sighed.

"Can you stop this thing?" Steve asked. He turned to face Hammond, trying again to move the bars.

"I'm sorry. It's kind of a ride."

Some kind of instinct took over, and Tony realized they would all have to push the bar up together. He counted them down, and with a solid push, the bars released them.

They moved single file out of line, and realizing they weren't going to return to their seats, Hammond led them into one of the labs. Bruce was momentarily distracted by a voice over the PA system announcing the leaving time of a boat. He turned to Tony with a confused look, a question clearly on the tip of his tongue before he shrugged it off and followed close behind Steve. Tony hung back when he realized they were heading toward the incubator.

As one of the eggs started to move, Steve leaned in excitedly.

"Perfect timing," a man with a name tag identifying him as Dr. Wu said. "I'd hoped they'd hatch before I had to go to the boat."

A small crack appeared in the egg, a small pink nose pushing through. A yellow eye glared out, tiny claws scrabbling weakly against the egg shell. Against his better judgement, Tony leaned in to take a closer look at the baby Velociraptor.

"Population control is one of our security precautions. There is no unauthorized breeding in Jurassic Park." Dr. Wu paused as if waiting for a reply then continued. "All the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park are female. We've engineered them that way."

Trying to distract himself from the baby Velociraptor, Tony circled the table and examined the robot caring for the eggs. He wanted to shake some sense into Steve when the man put on a pair of gloves and actually held the creature in his hands.

"It's not going to work." Tony sat down heavily at a desk. "You can't control them. You've changed the genetic structure of these animals, evolved them beyond what they once were, and even if you hadn't, you can't determine what they will and will not do once they have been released from your sterile lab into a faux-natural environment."

"You're implying that a group composed of entirely female animals will…breed?" Dr. Wu asked.

Tony caught Steve's eye and smirked. He absently rubbed at the space his arc reactor used to occupy. "No. I'm saying that life, uh, finds a way."

Seeing the Velociraptors filled Steve with equal parts terror and awe. He could hear their growls and chirps from inside the heavily reinforced paddock well before they were in viewing distance. As the bull was lowered into the cage for feeding time, the leaves whipping around in a frenzy, Steve's stomach churned.

When Muldoon appeared, Steve couldn't help looking for something that would make the man seem less human. Muldoon didn't know that the Velociraptors he was describing with such horror and respect would be free by sundown. He didn't know that by this time tomorrow, they would ambush him and tear him apart, still alive and screaming.

But Steve did.

And there was nothing Steve could do.

Heading back to the visitor's center for lunch, Steve was almost relieved to say goodbye to Muldoon. He tuned out for much of the conversation, waiting anxiously for Hammond to announce that their company had arrived.

"You four are going to have a spot of company out in the park," Hammond said, leading them to the visitor center's main entrance. "Spend a little time with our target audience. Kids!"

"No way," Tony whispered, a gleeful grin on his face. "They're so tiny!"

Steve followed his gaze. Where Lex and Tim should have been, were instead a twelve-year-old girl with red hair pulled back into a braid and a nine-year-old boy with sandy blond hair. The two children were surveying the room from near the door, a look of suspicion on the girl's face, and one of absolute delight on the boy's.

"Is that any way to greet your grandpa?" Hammond said. He laughed and continued down the stairs. "Natasha! Clint! Come and give your grandpa a hug!"