Captain America

My arrival to this unknown facility is somewhere in August. I don't know much of what is going on, but I suppose that I should keep a log of such while I'm here. I doubt that anyone will ever read of my experiences, but it is better to keep a written log then to go by with just my memories.

I will always seek to find a way home, but for now there are people who need me here and a chance to at least lighten the burden everyone faces.

I guess I will keep this as a log of sort. It'll keep me organized and it'll make keeping track of time a little easier at the very least.

-Steve Rogers

★| A
Location: 1668 Nelson Street; Action
Time: Early Morning
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[When Steve wakes up, he's completely disoriented. It takes him a moment to realize that he's in a bed. But that isn't what's confusing him. It's the place itself. The fact that there's someone in the bed with him. Also, he looks nothing like how he should look. He's thin again. Before he received the serum.

He stays quiet as he slips out of the bed to look out the window.]

Am I still stuck in the past?

[He doesn't expect an answer from anyone and just makes his way outside of the bedroom to inspect the rest of the house.]

★| B
Location: 1668 Nelson Street; Phone
Time: Late Morning
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What year is it exactly? [He sounds genuinely lost.] I usually trust my memory, but if I was to go off from that, I'm either supposed to be on a battlefield during World War II or back home where the year is supposed to be sometime in the 2000s. I can assure you that I don't need to be told that this is neither those that I had just mentioned.

Is this really home though? I'm not in the physical health I usually were in before. [There's a suspicious tone to his voice. He wouldn't be surprised that something was up, considering past experiences.]

I'm not even sure this phone is properly working, but there seems to be no harm in trying to use it.

★| C
Location: Various Locations in Town; Action
Time: Afternoon
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[Steve is walking through the town. He's already figured out that a lot of the people around aren't worth speaking to. The drones in the house he woke up in. Many of the inhabitants around the town.

Everything looks familiar to him. Very familiar. But the drones and the fact that everything seems out of place keeps him on edge.

Still, the fact that he seems to be located in some form of America is a little relieving.

Even if he can't get out. Okay, it isn't really that much of a relief other then he can eat decent food that he couldn't get while in battle. He still has that slight expression like whatever is going on, it's just some strange dream or fantasy.]