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Steve came out of the ice in 2000, well technically December 1999, but not 2011, if that bothers you, you can leave.
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Coming out of the ice was bittersweet. Steve lost all of his family, friends, his whole life, but on the bright-side he wasn't dead, yeah.
Note the sarcasm.
When the ice was melted, Steve was taken out of the Valkyrie on December 30th of 1999 at 12:07 am.
He awoke with the crashes and bangs of fireworks outside his window. It was disconcerting waking up to loud banging noises after being in a war. Steve's mind immediately went to gun shots and grenades, and he grabbed for his shield off his bare back.
Looking around the room he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a hospital, the radio was playing a baseball game.
Looking around he saw it was dark outside, fireworks exploded in the sky. They wove their way into intricate designs Steve had never seen before. Dragons, Giant Snakes, The American Flag.
The door creaked open, and Steve snapped his head to the door. In walked a woman, dressed in a Nurse's Uniform and she held a clipboard. "Captain Rodgers, it's good to see you awake."
"How long have I been asleep?" He asks while still observing his territory.
"8 months." Steve's head flew back to her gaze with surprise.
"Really, 8 months, who won the war? Is the war over?" He asked frantically. He had gone down before the war had finished, for all he knew Germany destroyed America, the SSR, and the Allies in the time since he went down into the Atlantic and when he was found.
"Well, Captain Rodgers, The Allies won the war, Germany surrendered on May 7th 1945." She explained, not meeting his eyes as she examined him, She mumbled something so low under her breath that even the Super Soldier couldn't hear her, "Well you seem ok but we are going to keep you overnight."
"What year is it?" Steve asked not remembering exactly what month he went down, but the nurse lady ignored him. "Excuse me," She marked something down on her clipboard, walked out of the room, opened the door, shut the door, and then a clicking noise was heard. He realized she locked him in here. Why the hell did she lock him in here?
And Bobby Mathews hits the ball, it's going, it's going, it goes down just outside 3rd base. Bobby is going, he's hit 2nd base and the outfielders can't seem to get a hand on it, 3rd base, and going home! AAAAAAAAND, BOBBY MATHEWS HAS DONE IT HE HAS WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.
Steve tried to listen to the radio, but still was drowning in his thoughts. Where was he really? What year was it? Who was that Nurse? He was just confused and walked over to the window. It looked like normal New York City, the cars zooming past. The drunk strangling home. Dames and men twirling trough the streets
He decided to just go to sleep. Maybe he would have a great idea if he went to sleep. Then again they might be remenits of HYDRA and could experiment and kill him if he let his defenses down, but he was tired. It looked late, he spent maybe 10 months as an ice cube so his body wasn't really up to speed yet.
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When he woke up the next morning the Nurse was standing right over him like she was going to be his Murderer, and he went to bed thinking she was HYDRA, so, blame him that he punched her in the face, effectively knocking her out, and ran straight through the door, popping it out of its frame and running past about a hundred or so armed soldiers. They all chased after him but he ran right out, barreling through a middle aged, hungover looking man.
"Sorry," Steve apologized, setting the disoriented man back on his feet. The man just nodded and continued walking. Steve shook his head but when he looked around he was horrified. The buildings surrounding him were giant and had large moving pictures on them. There were cars around him but they didn't look like cars. They couldn't be cars.
Suddenly a large amount of those 'cars' surrounded him. Out of the 'cars' came the same armed guards from the building he escaped from. A dark skinned man with an eye-patch and a trench coat got out of one car and walked up to Steve.
"Captain Rodgers, stand down." He said defiantly standing up to the man that stood almost a foot taller than him.
"Why should I, for all I know you are Germans coming to kill me." Steve was still looking around attempting to find a way to get out of the circle.
"We are SHIELD Captain Rogers, an organization founded by your friends Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. "
"Where am I, or more importantly when and I? What happened to my friends? What really happened in the war?" He needed those answers, whether the 'Nurse' told the truth or not was above him.
"You are in New York City sir. It's November 1st 1999. Your friends are in their 60s or 70s and have their own family's. Agent James, your Nurse, told the truth about the rest." The man had his hand on his waist. Steve assumed he was armed and ready to shoot at a second's notice. That made him tense up.
"Who are you then?" Steve glared at the bald man. He was too overwhelmed for this shit.
"Director Fury. Now, follow me, I have a place to get you situated." Steve was weary of Fury, he had a gun and an army of people ready to attack him the instant he made the wrong move, but he was out of his league here. Steve went with the man into the car, not the car, whatever.
It was a 45 minute drive before they arrived at the apartment building. It was tall and looked totally normal but knowing the government they probably put tons of security on the place. They walked up a few flights of stairs before they arrived at a short hallway. At the end of it stood a door, they walked in.
It was a small apartment but it was much larger than he was used to. There were a bunch of things he had never seen before. A large black floating thing in front of the couch and a large silver object with handles in the kitchen.
"This is where you will be staying." Director Fury set a bag of stuff on the counter. "Keys, library cards, a map and some starter groceries. There is a gym downstairs. Good luck Captain Rodgers, we will be in contact."
That was ominous. They were providing him with shelter and food but still it was kind of odd. He wasn't sure what was happening and why it was happening. What did they mean by they will be in contact?
Steve sighed, he might as well punch out his anger in the gym downstairs. It took him half an hour to even find the gym however. He got stuck in a room that went up and down depending on what buttons you pushed, and when he found the gym it was locked and he had to walk all the way back up to his apartment, he took the stairs. The moving room was too much for this 1940's soldier.
Digging through the bags Fury gave him, Steve found things like credit cards, and a chain of keys he grabbed the key that had the word GYM imprinted on it.
In the gym there stood just one punching bag. Steve counted 31 extras lying against the walls of the small dingy room. He just walked over to the punching bag and started expressing all his emotions into it.
He was 55 years into the future, punch.
He lost the life he had fought for, punch.
He couldn't be with Peggy, punch.
The bag flew off its hinge and hit the back wall with a loud bang. Steve sighed and grabbed another punching bag. It must have been multiple hours before he was done because as he wiped the sweat off his forehead he realized 2 things. One, that he only had 3 punching bags left, and two, that it was dark outside, and he was hungry.
The bags Fury gave him had some, thankfully, simple things in them. Bread, several types of meat and eggs. It took Steve a hot second to find a pan to cook everything with and it took him even longer to find a plate to put the slightly burnt food on. It scared Steve slightly why the silver box was cold as well. Maybe that was today's version of an ice box. He put the groceries in the cold box.
Steve washed his dishes and found his bedroom. He didn't have any clothes to sleep in so he just took off the SHIELD shirt he was wearing and slept in his boxers.
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Steve decided to go out running the next morning. He had found an army of bags sitting at his front door this morning. They held more clothes, groceries, and a few other random things like hygiene products. He had a quick breakfast and sprinted down the stairs 2 at a time.
Steve stepped out into the crisp November air at 5:03 am on Tuesday the 3rd. The sun was rising over the horizon as he hit his 6th mile. It was 9 am before he even took a break. He sat on the ground outside of a large group of apartments when he heard a scream. It sounded from the alley near him.
Being the person he was he didn't think of anything but it was someone being attacked. As he neared the alley there was only sniffling noises coming from inside. The only problem with that was there was nobody in the alleyway. Steve went farther in to inspect the musty area, there wasn't anything there but garbage.
He shook his head and walked out of the alley, but not before tripping. Steve tripped over something, falling straight into a muddy puddle. It was freezing and he stood up with a gasp. The thing he tripped over made a loud crying noise. Steve shook his head to try and get some of the muddy slightly frozen water out of his head but it had already started freezing to his golden locks.
Steve picked up the crying basket and looked inside. There sat a baby, she looked no older than one and her lips were blue.