WHO: Steve Rogers and OPEN Sam Wilson WHEN: 1\8 AM WHERE: Lobby of Ostrich's Villa WHAT: Looking around WARNINGS: TBD will update if necessary
Well, Steve had gone back in time, but something went wrong. He missed the target year, only going back one year. He was in New York which wasn't actually New York. Apparently, he found himself in an alternate timeline, maybe like what Bruce had been talking about, but it hurt his brain to try to figure it out. Going through the motion of getting into his apartment (which looked similar enough to the one he had in Brooklyn it was frightening) and changing clothes didn't help. Neither did rereading the letter over and over. He needed to think, and the best way he could think of to do that was either go for a run or pound the sandbag. Not having a sandbag handy a run it was.
He got as far as the lobby of the apartment building. The ostriches that were milling around outside just kept him staring out the window. Not that he was afraid of them. He could outrun them easily. It was just so...weird! Steve needed a moment...again...to gather his thoughts.
Facts: His friends were here. Most of them, but from different times. This wasn't New York but someplace called Goodland. Rent here was obscenely cheap and he'd have to get a job at some point. There were people here from other realities, Sam being one of them. There were children, also from different realities. What did all of this add up to? He had no idea.