Thank you everyone for the awesome comments, you made this chapter come about so much faster than i thought it would.

To Mariln Cane: Thank You for catching that mistake, I was literally on the floor laughing when i noticed the mistake. Fury is a furry rofl

Now on with the next Chapter

The next morning had started far to early for what little sleep Captain Steve Rogers had received that night/early morning. After having found Stark's file and reading it over cover to cover multiple times he had come across a very unusual shiny object. It was small and round like a donut but flatter than a pancake, possibly made of some metal. He vaguely remembered one of Fury's lackeys calling it a DBD or DVB some strange thing like that.

They had explained how Video players worked when he had first woken up though now that he had to figure it out again it seemed much more difficult. It had taken an hour just to figure out how to turn it on and get it running but once he had he was rewarded with footage of all the Initiatives. As he had original suspected the descriptions in the documents he had been given did none of the them any justice.

The grungy doctor's anger issues turned out to be a hulked out green giant alterego. Thor could basically fly and was from another universe, that particular fact alone had made Steve really wish he could get drunk. He had always believed in a God and all that it entailed but having proof of other universes was mind blowing to say the least. Thankfully a shiny red object on screen pulled him back to the television.

Iron Man, he was a self obsessed playboy who not only didn't take orders, he defied the government and army on multiple occasions, it was a miracle he wasn't in jail or worse on trial for treason. Then again he did have the silver tongue of a god. Steve was certain the word cock-sure was created just for this stunning man. Every word that escaped his lips was well thought out and dripping with sarcasm. It suited him, his whole image. He was everything that Steve hated. A man so self obsessed and caught up in his own life that nothing and no one else mattered. That's what he saw when he looked at Tony's life, yet he couldn't stop looking, stop from wanting to know more. He blamed that fact on trying to find something good about him for the sake of Howard Stark's memory.

Howard had been rash, bold and stunning albeit a little rebellious. But Tony was far beyond that. He took every trait his father had and blew it out of the water, out of the universe even. There was just something about this man, it made Steve angry and curious to poke the bear and find out just what made him tick.

The screen changed again, but this time with someone he did not recognize. There were two others actually. One was a red haired woman who seemed fragile but frankly scared the life out of him with her wild and vicious movements. Then there was the marks man who stood by her side, when she actually managed to stand still, that by the looks of it could hit a fly from a mile away. Was that even possible to be so skilled with a bow?

Somewhere around 5 am Steve had passed out by the television only to be awakened 3hrs later by an overly eager Agent who had introduced himself as Phil Coulson and insisted Steve call him Phil.

The agent was small in comparison to the others Steve had seen and spoke more casually than the rest. He seemed to be overly comfortable with the whole secret agent thing, it was a bit concerning just how happy this man was. Maybe it was the whole world in peril situation and this is how he handled it. Steve shrugged it off and followed Phil after a quick packing job.

It was a short trip to the docks where they boarded a plane headed for "home base". Phil had provided him with more in depth documents and paperwork on the mission as soon as they took off. Steve read over them, thankful to finally have someone to question about all the strange new people he was to be working with.

"We're about 30 minutes out from homebase sir" One of the pilots called to Phil.

It was weird, like everything was somehow connected in one large complex ridiculous way and all stemming from Dr Erskine's original experiment on Steve.

"So this doctor Banner was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?" It was hard to imagine that if things hadn't gone so right when he had been under the needle that he could have been a giant green hulk as well. Thank goodness for small miracles.

"A lot of people were." Phil had moved to stand next to him, resting his hand on the bars running above his head. "You were the world's first super hero."

Super Hero. Steve mulled the term over in his head. I guess in some weird messed up way he could be considered a hero, perhaps even super. He did have some, for a lack of a better term, unique skills. Of course he didn't hulk out and go green, but we was pretty strong in comparison to other humans.

"Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula."

"Didn't really go his way" Steve thought he saw Phil break a small grin at the comment.

"Not so much." Phil paused seemingly fond of the Doctor in question, "When he's not that thing though the guys like a Steven Hawking."

References, it was the one thing Steve was fairly sure he wasn't going to ever going to catch up with. Everyone in this time seemed obsessed with referencing people and things to what they called 'pop culture'. Phil must have caught his befuddled expression because he quickly explained himself, "he's like a, smart person."

Was it really so hard to not just say, 'he's a smart person'? It would have been so much faster. He directed his attention back to the file in his hand. But Phil lingered, somewhat awkwardly. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you." Phil grinned stupidly at him, "Officially."

Steve offered a small smile. Phil was really a nice guy, a bit of a fan from the sound of it but that never hurt anything. Maybe he would be his first real friend in this time.

"I sort of met you," Steve offered a friendly smile as Phil continued, "I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping."

Steve's face fell flat, 'Okay...that's just really awkward.'

Coulson caught his mistaken choice of words but it was a too little too late, "I mean, I was...i was present," Steve got up from his seat, suddenly being in a position below this man was far more creepy then it should have been, "while you were unconscious, from the ice."

Well so much for that idea. Friends with your stalker, not the best idea. Steve moved toward the front, finding himself overwhelmingly happy that there were two other people in this small space but he couldn't seen to get away as Coulson who had followed him towards the front.

Steve rested one hand on the front overhang, Coulson following suit,"You its really, just a, just a huge honor to have you on board."

"Well, I hope I am the man for the job." Steve looked anxiously out the front window, this homebase couldnt get here fast enough.

"You are...absolutely." Coulson looked around nervously, undoubtedly trying to find something to say to calm the awkward mood. "Uh... We've made some modifications to the uniform, I had a little design input."

"Uniform" There was a shocker. They were actually planning to keep him in a uniform hopefully not like the old days... With as little as Steve knew about this era he was pretty sure he knew enough to judge how the public would take to a spangly dressed man in a ultra tight one piece suit. " Aren't the stars and stripes a little...old fashioned?" More like ancient but to say that would be to admit his age and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to do that yet.

Coulson just shrugged, "With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light...the people might just need a little old fashioned."

Steve could understand that much. The world was about ready to learn just how small they really were. That they were not alone in the universe, that aliens existed and that compared to the God of Thunder they were merely uncivilized prehistoric creatures even in this computerized world. And for all their heroes and war machines they couldn't even begin to scratch the surface of what one swing from this Thor's hammer could do.

Speaking of heroes, this was perhaps his only real chance to ask questions before he as surrounded by an army. Now if only to find a way to asking delicately. "The Initiatives, are they all here already?"

Coulson looked so overjoyed to have been asked a question, Steve inwardly sighed, this whole fan thing was going to take some getting used to. "Yes, well most are, Thor is missing, we haven't seen him since he left back to Asgard. But Romanoff is and Banner should be there by the time we arrive. Barton's location is unknown."

Steve vaguely recalled the faces of the two assassins, "And what of Stark." He caught the look Coulson gave, "He's unpredictable. But he might show up."

Might...yeah that sounded like him. It was sad to think he already knew what to expect of the man but perhaps the guy would surprise them all in the end and turn out to be the hero is father was...yeah, he was definitely dreaming on that one.

In the distance home base was coming into view and somewhere deep inside Steve he really hoped this was all just a bad dream and he would wake up in his own time with his people. Sadly, fate just didn't seem to like him at all.

~TBC