Brooklyn. I visited there a few times, when I was younger. [When her uncle's work took him to universities and libraries and museums rather than ruins. She smiles a little, arms wrapping around her knees.]
Though there could be hundreds and thousands of different Americas. Different years, histories. I never really thought about it until now.
[ The possibly limitless versions of America, Earth, whatever. So many versions of the same year he came from, so many different versions of his home. He thought it was crazy when he woke up in the modern century, but that's nothing compared to what they're all going through now. It's nothing compared to what he's been learning for the past couple weeks.
It's definitely a different perspective, that's for damned sure. ]
Truth is, I came from 1945. Ended up in the 21st century for a few years and now here we are, and I thought that was crazy.
[ So, she went back in time? Well, that's a concept Steve hadn't thought to consider.
Imagine if he'd ended up somewhere in the 18th century instead of the 21st ...
Whatever the case, her laughter is contagious, because look at the pair of them, traveling backwards and forwards in time only to end up here. The Storm doesn't discriminate. ]
[Truth be told, she's still not sure. Magic or something like it certainly exists, but why and the intricacies of what happened to her are still mysteries.]
I touched a standing stone while visiting Scotland and it took me back.
[It sounds as crazy as everything else. She tries to tone down the laughter to the occasional chuckle. Fair's fair.]
[ Not unless a hard mass of earth ...? counts? as a stone? ]
I - uh. I died. [ Steve shifts a little in his spot, slightly fidgety. There's no real other way to put it, but he doesn't exactly like explaining the story either. ] When I woke up, they told me they I'd been sleeping for seventy years. Frozen in my ship.
I don't know. [ It definitely felt like he'd gone to his death.
It was, after all, a conscious decision he'd made when he and Peggy last spoke over that tinny speaker. He'd promised her a dance, something he hasn't forgotten in those seventy years, but lately there's been a couple other priorities to deal with first.
But did he die? ] Maybe not. I was ready to, though; didn't really see another way out.
[ He shrugs.
He doesn't want to make Claire feel like this is some kind of awkward conversation she needs to avoid speaking about. Steve doesn't like talking about it, but that doesn't mean he won't if asked. He doesn't really have a whole lot to hide these days. ]
[It's awkward, of course, but the more he speaks the more she's simply saddened that he had to experience such a thing. No one should be in whatever situation he was in. A moment passes before she reaches over to put a hand on his arm.]
Whichever it was, I'm glad you're up and about. Not too many people from our time--let alone people that have lived in two different ones.
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His mouth quirks, smile turning a little crooked. ]
Guess I could be, but no. I'm American, born and raised. [ And for specifics: ] Brooklyn, New York.
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Though there could be hundreds and thousands of different Americas. Different years, histories. I never really thought about it until now.
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[ The possibly limitless versions of America, Earth, whatever. So many versions of the same year he came from, so many different versions of his home. He thought it was crazy when he woke up in the modern century, but that's nothing compared to what they're all going through now. It's nothing compared to what he's been learning for the past couple weeks.
It's definitely a different perspective, that's for damned sure. ]
Truth is, I came from 1945. Ended up in the 21st century for a few years and now here we are, and I thought that was crazy.
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I'm from 1945 as well. Ended up in the 18th century for a few years and now here we are. Maybe it's not as crazy as we want to believe.
[She'll just assume he traveled through some stones. Why not the future? It probably shouldn't make her laugh again, but there she goes.]
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[ So, she went back in time? Well, that's a concept Steve hadn't thought to consider.
Imagine if he'd ended up somewhere in the 18th century instead of the 21st ...
Whatever the case, her laughter is contagious, because look at the pair of them, traveling backwards and forwards in time only to end up here. The Storm doesn't discriminate. ]
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I touched a standing stone while visiting Scotland and it took me back.
[It sounds as crazy as everything else. She tries to tone down the laughter to the occasional chuckle. Fair's fair.]
And you? How did you travel through time?
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[ Not unless a hard mass of earth ...? counts? as a stone? ]
I - uh. I died. [ Steve shifts a little in his spot, slightly fidgety. There's no real other way to put it, but he doesn't exactly like explaining the story either. ] When I woke up, they told me they I'd been sleeping for seventy years. Frozen in my ship.
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Does... that count as dying?
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It was, after all, a conscious decision he'd made when he and Peggy last spoke over that tinny speaker. He'd promised her a dance, something he hasn't forgotten in those seventy years, but lately there's been a couple other priorities to deal with first.
But did he die? ] Maybe not. I was ready to, though; didn't really see another way out.
[ He shrugs.
He doesn't want to make Claire feel like this is some kind of awkward conversation she needs to avoid speaking about. Steve doesn't like talking about it, but that doesn't mean he won't if asked. He doesn't really have a whole lot to hide these days. ]
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Whichever it was, I'm glad you're up and about. Not too many people from our time--let alone people that have lived in two different ones.
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Thanks. It was an adjustment, I'll give you that, but I guess I still had a purpose.
[ Fury wouldn't have invested in him otherwise, obviously. ]
Even here, I feel like I still do. We all do.
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Of course. I'd wager most of us here are intent on helping our loved ones.
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[ Steve nods again, tilting his head back up towards the night sky and the stars. One of them up there is the station they'd dropped down from. ]
You got a lot of people still up there in their pods?
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I was the only one in our family to awaken, it seems.
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[ He watches the sky for a moment before turning to Claire once more, offering her a look of understanding. ]
I keep wondering what it might take to get them to wake up. But at least we know they were saved.
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You're right. Better they in those pods than... not.
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And maybe better we figure out what's going on here, what this place is like, before we wake them too. Take care of the heavy-lifting a bit.