Open Spam
[He wakes up not to the warmth of the Wakandan sun, but to a cold chill in the air that lets him know something's amiss. That and a goat is nibbling on the sleeve of his shirt and - he doesn't usually allow the goats into his house even if one of them is particularly stubborn about trying to get in. And sure enough, it's the littlest one, aptly named Rogers and he reaches out and pats his head before sitting up slowly. He finds himself on a park bench and there's a light covering of snow.
Definitely not in Wakanda. And that's more than a bit alarming considering he has zero memories of how he's gotten here, wherever here is.]
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