Steve had just left his apartment to go lead the support group for people who had lost loved ones to The Blip. Only, when he turned around from shutting and locking his apartment door, he found himself on a beach. Not the nice, sunshine type, either. This was cold. Judging by the look of his surroundings and the temperature, he would guess somewhere northern Europe.
It definitely wasn't the first time he'd blinked and been somewhere else. SomeWHEN else. But it never got easier. Steve looked around in wary confusion then found the parchment and device. Reading it through several times never answered anything. In fact, it just created more questions.
Then he heard a familiar voice and whirled around. "Natasha?" Steve took off at a jog toward her voice.