"Death was something I craved." He looked down. "I guess I only had one thing I was scared of. Red Skull winning WWII, and keeping me as a trophy." He, as others had by now, figured the experiences were broken up by happiness, fear, and sickness. "But I hate you had to go through two different things. Seems like one would be enough."
He sighed, knowing Tony was probably the same boat on the last one. They were all sick. All dying. It wasn't as bad as the other ones. Steve was ready to accept death. But now they were in 2011 and everything was different. After the pause, he looked to Stark with a soft glance.
"So, what now? Where do the Avengers go from here? Is there still an Alien threat? How do I help the others when I am so screw up because of it?"