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ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
stark_spangled) wrote in ten_fwd2014-05-15 09:41 pm
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First Entrance
He'd been to visit Peggy when he got the call from Director Fury to check in. He was making it a routine, every Tuesday afternoon when he wasn't on a mission. Then it became every Tuesday afternoon and every Saturday morning. It's funny how long it took him to work up the nerve to see her, and now it's all he can do to stay away. She's still his best gal.
He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?
He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.
His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.
[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]
He parks his bike in his usual spot in the underground garage next to the Triskelion, shoulders the bag with his gear in it, and starts walking to the elevators. He's wondering what kind of mission Fury's sending him on this time when the sun catches his eyes ... wait, where's that coming from?
He blinks hard, and when he opens his eyes ... this is not the elevator. This isn't the garage, heck, this isn't even D.C. He's in a room, some kind of restaurant or bar. People are milling about, some in uniform and others in civvies, and outside the windows ... jeepers, that's a lot of stars.
His hand tightens on the strap of his bag and he plants his feet shoulder's width apart, jaw set. He isn't sure what kind of trick this is, but if he doesn't get answers soon he's going to start demanding them.
[ooc: Hello! Steve is pre-Winter Soldier, but only just, and he has entered the room in civvies. Slacks, button-up, leather jacket, boots, his usual affair. His cowl is in the bag, along with his shield and a few other things, but by all accounts he looks like an average guy. Well, an average tall, strong guy. Any takers welcome!]
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Adam shook his head. "No, not really. Was about to get some food with a friend, I don't think I even made it to the counter before I just... found myself here. No real warning signs or anything."
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He realizes this might mean nothing to Adam. He's young, probably still a student, and the idea of being on a military ship might scare him. But he did say he was looking for answers, and Steve isn't one to withhold important insights.
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For a teen who lies to people all the time about not being a Ranger, he sort of failed there with his rapid back tracking. But still, at least he can chalk this up to old sci-fi shows or movies.
"Although the uniforms do make it kinda military. But last I checked, we haven't exactly made it past the moon."
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"Last I checked, you were right. And I checked recently." There's a lot a guy from the 40s needs to catch up on when he's been asleep for 70 years, but space travel was pretty high on his list. "But we're not exactly the only people out there."
Since the battle of New York, you'd have to be living under a rock not to know aliens are real. He doesn't think it'll alarm Adam anyway, as quick as he was to remark on the spaceship.
... Spaceship. Jumping Jehoshaphat, Steve is in space.
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Hey, he wasn't mentioning that he was involved! Just that monsters trashed Angel Grove a lot. Which is something all the civilians talk about anyway. He gave Steve a soft laugh and another shrug. "Don't ask. It's... kind of complicated. I don't even know the full story anyway."
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"Yeah, I ... I'm a little behind on the space race, you could say," he adds as an afterthought.
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Well, crap. Did he need to tell Zordon this whenever he got back? Wouldn't have Zordon known if another city was being attacked my Lord Zedd and Rita?
"So how behind is a little behind?"
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"Since when?" he repeats, tilting his head. It takes a minute for a possible explanation to dawn on him. "When are you from? Uh, what year is it?"
He waits for an answer before touching Adam's last question.
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"Sometime in 1993, I think," He replied. "It's 1995 for me, though. What about you?"
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"2014," he says, brow wrinkled. "Obviously I haven't just been picked up from Earth, I've been picked up from time, too. Uh, we both have, I guess. I wonder how many decades I've missed this time?"
He can't help but sound a little bitter. It's taken him a lot of time to get used to the 21st century.
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"Yeah. Remember how I said I kind of missed out on the space race?" he says. "I was in deep freeze for almost seventy years. Only been out for two."
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Because that was news to him. The closest he had ever seen to that was Zordon's time warp but that was also something alien and no one knew about it.
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The super soldier serum did the rest, but he refrains from bringing that up.
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"Have you ever heard of Captain America?" he asks.
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"...should I?"
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"Captain America was a war hero. Fought in World War II against Hitler's forces and the enemy faction Hydra. The leader of that faction, Johann Schmidt, sent flying bombs to take out all the major cities in America. There was only one way to stop the bombs from hitting New York: take the plane down." He adjusts his bag. He'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even knowing the consequences. "Captain America was the first successful subject of Project Rebirth, a scientific experiment to create super soldiers."
Sure, he sounds like he's reciting the information out of a textbook. It's almost word for word what they have written on his bio in the Smithsonian, and that, he figures, makes it common knowledge. Once he's finished, he softens a little. "The serum they injected me with kept me alive."
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Taking a bit of a risk, he paused for a moment to think it over before asking, "Do you know who the Power Rangers are?"
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"I guess you could say it was," he nods. "Really good science. But ... that's strange, all I hear about these days is what the history books say about me."
His brow furrows in thought. "Power Rangers, no. I can't say that I do. What organization are they affiliated with?"
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Organization? He raised a brow. "Um, I don't... know? We don't really get to talk to them. They sort of just... teleport in, fight whatever monster is wreaking havoc, and then teleport out. Not sure if there is even an organization involved."
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"Huh." It's about the only thing he can say for a few moments. So there's an Earth out there somewhere where Captain America really doesn't exist. Steve shifts his feet. "I've heard of portals that can connect worlds, but -- the idea of different Earths... is strange."
Still, it looks like that may be the case. "They're superheroes, then. Do they come from Earth? Uh, your Earth?"
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