Who: Ickle Steve (That's Capsickle to you) and Darcy Lewis What: Wandering Goodland and being a bit overwhelmed When: Saturday afternoon Where: Wandering a strange new world Warnings: Probably not
This was not home. This was not even remotely like home. It was louder, and busier, and...honestly, so much to process Steve didn't even know where to begin. Maybe he should have been putting more thought into the how, but he was too caught up in trying to find something familiar that he hadn't really taken the time to consider ending up here at all and what exactly that meant.
The cars were so different, and there were so many. The shiny box thing he'd found in his pocket kept making noises, but he couldn't figure out how to make it stop. He'd tried pressing the buttons but that had only made the noises louder, so he'd shoved it back in his pocket.
What he needed to do was find someone he thought could help him. But everyone walking past him on the street had seemed in such a hurry, and had barely paid him a scrap of attention. With any luck if he kept walking he'd eventually find something remotely familiar, or maybe even someone he knew. Maybe Bucky was here. He'd probably know what was going on.