Tony sat up with a start, coughing.

"Oh, gross, it smells like cigarettes."

It was the first thing out of his mouth, purely instinctual and slightly dazed, and Clint threw a cigarette butt at his head, bouncing it off the wall.

Bruce and Natasha were also getting up, groaning and glaring intermediately, mostly directed towards Tony.

Tony glanced around, surveying the environment. It was a lot smokier than the lab they had just been in, which was saying something, and smelled a bit like fish, so, awesome. He shivered as a breeze passed by. Where did they end up?

"Where's Cap?"

Bruce asked suddenly, sitting up in a way that made him wince and made even Tony feel bad for him.

They all looked around, alarmed. The weird environment was forgotten in lieu of their teammate.

"I didn't see him."

Clint said, reaching for the small, collapsible compound bow that Tony had made him last Christmas. Natasha nodded her agreement, and they all wordlessly trooped out of the alleyway. Tony took yet another look around, noticing a few odd details.

First of all, unless they were in a really detailed reenactment, they were no longer in 2014.

It was practically a Captain America propaganda film, in which Steve had starred in several, looking awkward and obviously making faces at the other Commandos on the other side of the camera.

So, fun. Natasha was notably the only woman wearing jeans, although some did wear snappy looking pantsuits, and Tony suddenly felt lucky that he wasn't in one of his more noticeable, expensive suits. He'd look like a gangster from a bad old movie. The people were all wearing slouched hats and there was a distinct feeling of not-quite-normal.

Clearly, they landed on the bad side of town, which is not a place Tony particularly enjoyed, being a rich boy from an even richer family. He could almost make out the Empire State building in the far distance, so they were probably near New York. Unless they ended up in some sort of alternate dimension or something-

A window sash opened, slowly, sounding like the person pulling it was having some difficulty. The Avengers tensed up even more immediately, whirling towards the threat.

Standing at the window was a blonde, 95 pound little guy, huffing from exertion. His old-timey suspenders were droopy and too old, and his hair wasn't quite combed neatly enough.

"Tony."
Steve panted.

"I am going to kill you."

Tony gaped up at the window, trying to comprehend the sheer unimpressiveness of Steve's body. He had seen the museum exhibit, of course, where they told everyone in complete detail about poor little skinny Steve, but this was somehow unexpected.

Natasha looked either surprised or extremely amused, her usual stoic mask even slipping a bit. No one else moved either, and Clint seemed to be questioning whether he was having a stroke.

Steve, however, seemed to have retained his attitude as he rolled his eyes and huffed.

"Come in before anyone notices you, idiots!"