The sound of the city filtered through the open window. The honking of cars and the muffled voices of passersby just barely registered to the ears of the prone man lying on the bed in the room. Accompanying the sound outside, a radio sat on a table, playing a baseball game in Ebbets field between the Phillys and the Dodgers.
The man lying on the bed, known as Steve Rogers or the famous Captain America, gave a small groan as he opened his eyes, having to squint from the sunlight assaulting them. Baby blue eyes soon adjusted and opened wider, taking in his surroundings. The sound of the game finally registered in his ears. "Where am I?" He mumbled as he took in the room around him. It was the standardized hospital room but it was off. It was too clean, too bright. He slowly sat up, taking in the room. The honking outside drew his attention, causing him to look over at the radio sitting on the table.
Suddenly the door in the room opened, drawing his eyes to it. A woman, who looked somewhat like Peggy, stepped in. "Morning." She smiled before glancing at her watch. "Or should I say afternoon." She moved to stand in the middle of the room, smiling at Steve.
Looking at her quietly for a moment, Steve finally spoke. "Where am I?" He asked, eyes never leaving the woman.
It took her a second to respond. "You're in a recovery room in New York City."
The radio continued to play in the background. "And the Dodgers take the lead, 18 to 4! Wahoo Dodgers! Everyone is on their field. What a game we have here folks." That caught Steve's attention, making him turn quickly to catch what they were saying. He turned back to give the woman an unbelieving look. "Where am I really."
The woman gave a small laugh and smiled. "I'm afraid I don't understand." She seemed to be growing slightly nervous.
"The game. It's from May 1941. I know because I was there." He clarified. The woman's eyes grew wide as her smile slowly fell and her face grew serious. Steve stood up slowly, never taking his eyes off of her.
"Now I'm going to ask you again. Where am I." He demanded, his body language serious, as he moved to stand in front of the woman.
She clicked something in her hand and a little red light appeared on it, but Steve was to focused on her to notice. "Captain Rogers." She murmured softly, trying to placate him.
"Who are you?!" Steve demanded just before men dressed in black combat gear came into the room. Taking a step back, Steve looked them over, deciding on the best course of action. When they came at him to physically detain him, he dodged and threw them towards the wall. The wall broke easily under their force and the sound of metal hitting the floor was heard as the men fell to the ground. Steve jumped through the wall, pausing to look around at the barren room that held his 'recovery room' and pictures of New York City that had been outside of his supposed windows. He turned and made a beeline for the door that he assumed would take him out of the room.
"Captain Rogers wait!" The woman called, stepping carefully over the wreckage as high heels weren't the easiest to maneuver in. Just as Steve got out of the room the woman picked up a walkie talkie and spoke into it. "All agents, Code 13. I repeat, all agents Code 13."
Steve came out into a large hall filled with people in suits. Shouts began to fill the hall as everyone noticed him and ran to grab him. Steve took off, pushing anyone who got in his way and ran to what he assumed was the exit. Busting through the glass doors and onto the streets, he nearly got run over by a taxi. He ran, reaching Times Square. Stopping, his brain tried to take in all that he saw. It wasn't anything like what he remembered. Billboards flashed with automated advertisements and people were making their way to where ever they needed to be, ignoring what some would call a crazy man.
Honking soon filled the air as black car surrounded him and more men in tactical gear got out of said cars. Steve circled, body tense and ready for a fight.
"At ease soldier!" Somebody called, causing Steve to whirl around and look to where the voice came from.
What he saw was a man dressed in a black turtle neck, black dress pants and a long black coat. Covering his left eye was an eyepatch. The man began to slowly make his way towards him. Men in suits were doing crowd control as Steve, who was slightly out of breath from all the running, studied the man who kept getting closer.
"Look I'm sorry about that little show back there but," The man paused, choosing his words carefully, "we thought it best to break it to you slowly."
A look of confusion grew on Steve's face. "Break what?" He asked, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.
The man took a moment to respond but when he did, his words shocked Steve to the core. "You've been asleep Cap. For almost 70 years."
Realization dawned on Steve's face as he looked around at all the new buildings and technology in Times Square. He tried to work everything out in his head, shaking it ever so slightly, not wanting to accept the fact.
The man watched this in silence as Steve took it in. "You going to be ok?" He asked.
A sad look crossed Steve's face as he answered. "Yeah. Yeah, I just..." He trailed off, "I had a date."
"We should go Cap, before any more people start gawking." The man led him to a car that would take him back to where he was before.
"Who are you anyway?" Steve asked, slightly suspicious of the man.
"Name's Nick Fury. I'm a director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Otherwise known as SHIELD." The man, now known as Nick, replied.
"So what now?" Steve asked, looking out the window, watching all the bright billboards and glass windows that filled the buildings they passed.
"We go back to SHIELD and we'll set you up with a floor of your own." Nick replied.
Steve nodded, not asking anymore questions.
They soon arrived and set about getting Steve set up in his own room that SHIELD had had ready for him for when he woke up. It would be a while before Steve was needed to protect the world when Loki had decided to try and take over and the Avengers initiative was put into action to stop him. Through it all, Steve never forgot about all those that had been left behind, especially Bucky. The one solace he had was that Peggy was still alive but it always broke his heart when her memory would relapse. No matter what though, he always went back, clinging to the one tie he still had to the past and to Bucky.