This fellows capable of making it a brand new game again.

Ugh my head. I open my eyes and see an average hospital room.

Just an absolutely gorgeous day here at Ebbets field

Was it me or was the room a tad unnaturally cold for just a ceiling fan? Why is the city so quiet?

The Phillies have managed to tie it up four to four. But the Dodgers have three men on.

Pearson beamed Reiser in Philadelphia last month. Wouldn't the youngster like a hit here to return the favor?

Pete leans in. Here's the pitch. Swung on. A line to the right. It gets pass Rizzo. Duroher's gonna wave him in.

Here come the relay but they won't get him. The door opened as a young lady came in. Unaware that I noticed her odd shoe wear?

"Good morning. Or should I say afternoon"

"Where am I." I demanded.

"You're in a recovery room in New York city." she said calmly. Just as I heard a extremely familiar game

"The Dodgers take the lead, eight to four. Oh-ho Dodgers!

Everyone is on their feet. What a game we have here today, folks. What a game indeed.

"Where am I really?" I asked as a flash of surprise flashed on her face but quickly faded to confusion.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." she said with a fake smile.

"The game. It's from May 1941. I know, 'cause I was there." I said as I got up and walked to her. "Now I'm going to ask you again. Where am I.?"

"Captain Rogers…" she started as she clicked a button.

"Who are you?!" I demanded as more people I think? Came in dress all odd. I threw them at a the wall. Breaking it. Seeing that my room was all fake. And I took off through the doors. As the lady yelled for me to stop. As I ran into a room full of suits as a voice came out of no where.

"Repeat, all agents code 13" at that all the suits turned to me and ran.

I bursted out in what looked like an alien-ized Time Square. It was too loud, too bright, and too new. I was surrounded by large black cars? And got my self ready to fight.

"A ease solider!" a commanding voice yelled out. I turned to see a black man with no hair and an eye patched walked up to me.

"Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there, but we thought we'd break it to you slowly." he said showing no emotion.

"Break what?" I was actually scared to ask.

"You've been asleep, Cap. For almost 70 years." I was lost for words. What happened? Are we still at War? Is Hydra gone? Is anyone from my past still around?

"Steph, we're still going dancing right? We'll even go to see that new Bambi movie you wanted to see." Howard said. I could here the tears in his voice over the radio

"Yeah, but I can't dance. I'll probably step on you."

"That's ok. I'll teach you"

"Alright, See you a-"

"Something the matter Cap?" he said knocking me out from my thoughts.

"I'm late for a date" I said as the man raised an eyebrow in disbelief to me.

Everything is too new. The man that I now know is named Fury. Fitting name for the very angry fellow. Don't tell him I said that.

They've been trying to get me to go and help the with their SHIELD organization but I can't. Not yet. But they've been trying to help. They sent an Agent named Black Widow to get me to get new cloths.

She took me to a large shop they call a 'mall' and to Victoria's Secrets. I have never been more disturbed ever. To to the stores defense the undergarments are comfier then the old time ones I owned. I felt really bad for the lady who took my measurements. She seemed very mad. She asked me something about fake? But Natasha shooed her away and bought me more cloths. I hate shopping.

A good thing is somehow SHIELD got me my old apartment that used I shared with Bucky. I got a few of my old possessions that I owned. Bucky's bedroom set & his old baseball cards. I got a few of our couches, my desk, and my old bedroom set. Nick gave me this thin piece of metal called a 'laptop' and another much larger which was the telly. Man it grew flat and wide.

At the moment she was laying in her bed lost in her memories. Then quickly she pushed the blankets off her body, and forced herself to get out of bed.

If Bucky could see her now; he'd be ashamed of her. The stupidly brave kid from Brooklyn who never gave up even when the odds were stacked against her, . He'd tell Stephanie to pull her act together, and keep looking until she found what she was searching for.

I booked a train to New York. I wanted to see Coney Island one more time plus Fury wanted to talk. Also I met someone who was looking to sell their 1940's black Harley Davidson with authentic leather seats and I was gonna get at that.

I got the motorcycle and drove to visit The Museum of Modern Art. Last time I went there was in 1932 on a school field trip. I walked up to a normal looking cafe near the museum. I was in the middle of drawing a very detailed drawing of the buildings above me.

"Waiting for the big guy?" a young girls voices says breaking my concentration on my drawing.

"What?"

"You know Iron Man." she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Who's Iron Man? "People eat here just to see him fly by." she said and refilled my coffee.

"Maybe next time" I said as I got my money out. "You can stay no ones waiting for that table." she said as she walked away ignoring my attempt pay. Weird dame.

I got home on my new bike and headed toward the old time gym 2 blocks away. I convinced the gym owner named Rick to let me rent the place out for the day. I was on my 5th punching bag when I heard the metal doors of the gym close and Nick come in.

"You should be resting. Going to see the world." he said

"I've been asleep for 70 years sir I've had my fill. As for the world it's a bit to new for me."

I walked to the bench where I set my things and began to pack up.

"You here about the mission sir?" I said as I looked at him from the corner of my eyes as I unwrapped my fists.

"I am"

"Trying to get me back into the world sir." as I finished unwrapping my right fist.

"Trying to save it" he said catching my attention. And passed me a file with a picture of that dreaded Cube.

"Stark found it in the Arctic while looking for you." he said as I felt a sharp pain of anger & hurt that he looked for me but didn't find me but instead found that damn cube. "Somebody stole it." I graved a punching bag and headed to the door.

"The files are in your apartment. Is there's anything you can tell us about it?" he asked as I paused my steps.

"Should've left it in the ocean"

Gabe Jones

DECEASED

Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader "Dum Dum" Dugan

DECEASED

Jim Morita

DECEASED

Jacques Dernier

DECEASED

Colonial Phillips

DECEASED

Peggy Carter

RETIRED

I shot a looked toward my phone but went against it. Let her live in peace.

Howard Stark

DECEASED

That hurt. I saw one more file that looked a lot newer then the others

Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark

Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Also known as Iron Man. Son of Howard & Maria Stark.

That made me smile.

After a few beers Howard was drunk. And he was very touchy.

"Howard your drunk" i said and pushed him back a bit.

"And your sexy." he said and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Thank you Howard, but why did you call me here again?" I said with a blush as I removed his arm from my waist.

"I wanted to know if you had a son what you'd name him" he said normally which made me question if he was drunk at all. "That's all?" I questioned not sure.

"Yes that's all, unless you had other thoughts in mind? I would be happy to assist" he said coming close to my face.

"Anthony"

"What?" Howard asked confused as he backed off

"Anthony… is what I want to name my son." I said with a deep breath.

"Anthony." he said testing the name. "I like it." he said giving me a grin which made me blush and I hurried out of the room.

Yes im back. i gave you guys a nice big chapter. it voting day so no school. yey. im gonna head strait to the avengers with snips & pieces of Captain America. Speaking of America, Obama or Mitt? idk & idc. well have a good day give me R&R's and thanks everyone who Favorited or is following this story