A loud thud was heard, a couple of meters away from the barracks.

Steve groaned, touching his backside. Wherever he landed on was something hard and pretty much hurts, like something was preventing it from maintaining its title which is "America's Ass". Not long after, his nose picked up a scent. It was foul scent; something like rotten cheese, molded bread, and the like. His throat gagged a little. "What is..." He pinched his nose and opened his eyes.

There were trash everywhere, filling up his nose. So I fell in a dumpster, He said to himself, brushing himself from the trash that was attached to his various body parts. He used his arms to lift himself up. Once he got a hold of his legs, he raised his head and peeped. There were soldiers marching about; also different old-fashioned vehicles that were unlike his time but only had modifications to it. This was enough to convince him where he was.

Camp Lehigh.

And a change of clothes would be nice, he said to himself.

"Who's turn is it to take the trash today?" He heard a voice nearby. Steve ducked. Then, he silently felt for the lid and pulled it over his head. Hoping that no one saw, he listened through the small hole that reflected light from the outside.

"I saw Jake fillin' in for lunch, do you want him to take it out for ya?" Another voice piped up.

"It's alright, I can just do it myself." The voice let out a groan.

"Alright, thanks bud!" The other voice faded.

"Stupid know-at-all who knows nothing..." The voice grumbled. Steve kept his cool, hearing the footsteps getting closer. With Mjolnir in one hand, he gripped the handle and waited in anticipation.

Dennis had just finished his lunch, wearing a uniform that clearly suits someone being labelled as a janitor in the area. But he was much more than that. He felt lie he had responsibility. An important responsibility in taking out the trash. After the newbie bailed on him, he disregarded him even as someone who can learn to appreciate the job.

"Stupid know-at-all who knows nothing..." He grumbled to himself, heading straight to the dumpster. He worked for nearly two years now in the camp, recognizing authorities with high powers. There was nothing different in his years of experience, that is... until now.

Approaching the dumpster, he lifted the lid.

"Hi," said a man, blond and smiling at him. Before he could even muster the words due to him bewildered as to why there was a man inside the dumpster, he felt a smack on the side of his head.

Everything went black.

Steve tried to fit on the clothes. Thankfully, the janitor was about his height and same built. The green jumpsuit fitted him perfectly; just a little snug on some parts but breathable. He took the shoes as well, actually surprised that it fit him. This man should be an agent, he chuckled, glancing at the unconscious body and then shaking his head in disbelief and started to knot. He picked up the Mjolnir and the briefcase, bringing it along with him.

Once he was done and had put on the cap on his head, the captain went out of the dumpster and turned. "Thanks pal," Steve gave the unconscious body of the janitor a quick pat on the shoulder and closed the lid on him.

"Now where was it?" He tried to recall the exact location where Tony got the Tesseract from, frowning. He thought about the others back at the other timeline; Bruce, Sam and how they can be of useful help now but unfortunately the communicator was fried when he encountered one of those tardigrades in the realm. He touched his earpiece again in an attempt to make it work but much to his dismay, it gave him a bit of a shock. "Now it doesn't work." He sighed, using his index and thumb to take the earpiece and threw it away.

Someone clasped him on the back all of a sudden. "Who're you talking to, Dennis?"

"Who-" Steve turned around to find a man dressed up in the same outfit as him, probably in his forties. The man had quite a mustache, full-grown mustache and brown with some of the crumbs probably from that lunch he took. He reminded the captain of someone he knew from a long time ago; just couldn't recall who it was. He could tell by that look that this man was already working here for quite some time.

They stared at each other for the next couple of seconds and then, his eyes darted to something that caught his attention because of how the light reflected on it. A name tag on the right chest and it says, "Jason". He realized that he must've had the same as well. He glanced down at his chest.

"Oh right! Right." laughed Steve, sheepishly, running his fingers on the hair just above the nape. "Yeah, I'm Dennis." He looked back at the man; silently praying that he didn't notice anything unusual about his pal. Rule of time-travelling, dumbass, He bit the tip of his tongue. You can't let 'em know who you are.

"Right... Dennis," Now this man, Jason, gave him a weird look and sighed. He then coughed and went on, "When break time's over, I want you taking out the trash from the other fellas. You got me?"

"Yes, sir." The captain said, straightening his back just like the poise of a soldier.

"Okay," Jason gave him a weird look and examined him from head to toe. He noticed the weird item he was holding along with a briefcase. "What's all this?" He said with a gesture.

Cripes, Steve thought to himself. Come on... make an excuse!

"Uh," He started to explain, sheepishly. "Was gonna put this back to the Foreign Artifacts room. I noticed them lying around in our place."

Jason regarded this for a moment.

The Captain tried his best not to even show any signs of hesitation; already mapping out any possibilities that might save him from this almost mess that he will create in this alternate reality. He silently prayed once more that Jason was somewhat kind of like a dim-witted person. It was stupid of me, he said to himself. Bringing this along with me and out in the broad daylight.

But you're not wrong, Steve, his consciousness responded. The stone's inside the briefcase, how can you not bring it with you? What, leave it to-

"I don't know how you got this-" Jason gestured at the items, giving him a puzzled look with a bit of suspicion. "But you need to return all these back to where it belongs otherwise-" He got closer and seized him by the collar. "you're gonna be in big trouble, we're all gonna be in big trouble, ya hear me?!"

"I know." The captain gave him a nod.

"Good." Jason let him go. "You're a good kid, Dennis. I'm sure you'd still want me to look at you that way."

Steve nodded once more. Then he remembered that he didn't know where the Artifacts room was. He frowned and turned to Jason once more. "I'm gonna need a set of directions, though."

The bearded man sighed and turned to face in the right direction. "You see that small building right there? Next to the barracks?" He pointed, squinting his eyes. The captain nodded as he looked back at him. "Yeah, that's where your room is."

"Thanks a lot!" replied Steve.

When Jason looked on his right, Dennis was long gone and was already running towards the barracks.

"What an idiot." He said to himself, shaking his head.

Jason then returned to where the others were and continued to have his lunch in peace.

Getting in the room wasn't hard, like what Tony had mentioned to him. There was no one guarding the facility; he made sure of that, checked every perimeter and every doorway. Steve walked in the room in awe. The ceiling was somewhat high, the walls on the sides designed to withstand any possible earthquake and there were container-like boxes that filled the room that were neatly organized.

Now where could I possibly find the container for this, he thought to himself, examining every container that he passed by.

There were labels on the boxes; possibly from the most dangerous to the least dangerous or just randomly put here since S.H.I.E.L.D. was constantly investigating in other places and can have less time when it comes to arranging the artifacts in alphabetic order or something. Still he walked and walked and walked, hoping to find wherever it was.

Now let's see what we have here, said Steve to himself, looking at the labels.

He looked hard enough and for quite some time. Then he noticed at the far end of the room, back to where he went in, the container for the Tesseract. He sighed upon realizing that it was only close to the doorway and noticed that there was a lock placed on it. He wondered if it was possible by using Mjolnir that the lock be broken. His nostrils expanded as he inhaled and exhaled. Only one way to find out, He said to himself. Placing the briefcase first on the ground, he gripped the handle and figured what angle is most appropriate for him to swing in one motion and cause enough force for it to break. It took him a minute to do so and once he knew, he swung the hammer.

"STOP!" A voice echoed.

He froze.

It sounded vaguely familiar. A voice he haven't heard in a very long time.

A .44 Magnum was positioned at him and is cocked.

"Put the hammer down." The voice spoke once again with authority.

He dropped the hammer. A loud sound was heard.

"Now place your hands on your back where I can see them."

He did as he was told, completely dazed.

This person put out a pair of handcuffs. He remained in that position as he was being handcuffed.

"You did well in sneaking in," The voice went on. "I already told Howard about tightening the security defenses but he wouldn't listen to me. Now this has to happen. It's quite a shame, really." Once the handcuffs had been securely placed, he was still speechless. "However, I won't you allow you to do such a thing. What's your name?"

Still speechless. He turned around; tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"Didn't you hear what I said? What-"

"Peggy," He said without a doubt, looking down at the voice that spoke this entire time. She was there in front of him, alive and well. Her curly tendrils neatly pulled back with a clip, that red lipstick which emphasized her lips and made her look even more attractive. And, of course, still hasn't changed with that demeanor of hers. He couldn't help but smile as he already found the one he was looking for.

The woman standing right before him.

Agent Margaret Carter.