Steve Rogers wakes up what feels like moments later, apparently in the year 2011; confused, disoriented, and more than a little pissed off.
Everyone he knew and loved is dead. Bucky is apparently barely a historical footnote in the grand, obnoxious, commercial fanfare that his life story has become, and the Commandos are so grotesquely misrepresented he can't even get the words 'what the hell?!' out around his incendiary fury. Even worse, he's not even human to most people. He's a cartoon character. An American legend. He's more myth than man as far as the average folks are concerned.
Oh, and apparently there are fucking aliens trying to take over the Earth.
...An army. of goddamned. aliens… And of course the reincarnation of the SSR wants him to hop right back in and fight for them. Like this is just another day at the office for him. And worst of all, they're not wrong. What the hell else is he good for?
Can't even die properly…
And maybe that's it. Maybe death is mad at him now too. Too many times cheating the system, surviving when he shouldn't have made it. Maybe this is payback.
Hell, life's never been kind to him before, why would it start now?
He stares at the dull beige wall in the big, yawningly empty one-bedroom number they've given him since he thawed out, and tries to reconcile everything that's happened. Tries to wrap his head around it all.
...Why couldn't they just let him stay dead?
A/N: END OF PART I - TFA
Part II will cover 'The Avengers'