"Bucky and I built a fort," Steve answered quickly. But they were always building forts. "But I got sick and had to lay down a long time, so we read comics and-" he trailed off, thinking hard. "That seems like a long time ago now," he finally said. Which didn't make sense. Nothing was really making sense.
At least he lived here. "No, no this is my room," Steve said, quick to disagree as he looked around. "I drew that," he told him as he moved toward the sketchbook beside the bed. "See? I drew you!" Steve told him, excited as he showed him the doodle of Tony's face.
"What's happening to me?" Steve asked as he looked down at himself, rubbing his chest.