[ When he came to, it was to the scratch of concrete under his cheek and the dull roar of traffic in his ears. With his head pounding and body sore like he's recovering from a fight, none of it strikes him as odd until—
Until he hears the unmistakable honking and angry shouting of city life. Cities on Earth, which is not where he'd been a minute ago. Practically throwing himself to his feet, pistol out and eyes scanning for any sign of what the heck is going on, it takes one look down the alley at the street beyond to realize that he's back in the past. His time, or close to it. ]
Daisy? Kora?
[ Neither woman answers, of course, but he'd had to try. Maybe they hadn't been caught in the blast, Daisy would have tried to shield them — it's a glimmer of hope, his concern for them far outweighing any he has for the fact that he's now a few galaxies and decades away from the rest of the team. Tucking the weapon away, he heads for the street, unrolling his shirt sleeves and immediately blending into the crowd. Suddenly being an 'unfashionable square' is serving him well, his usual attire of slacks and dress shirt fitting right in.
He stops at a newspaper stand to catch his bearings. Washington DC. May 12, 1951. It was before he'd been pulled out of time... or killed, depending on when the timeline had fully diverged. (He'd never looked into that detail too much before, far preferring ignorance on that particular subject. But, thankfully, he does recall being on the west coast for the entire month, and a certain someone on the east. Someone he'd trust with his life. So, after turning on the charm and begging a very nice woman for change for the payphone on the corner, he dials the direct line to Peggy Carter's office at SHIELD. ]
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Until he hears the unmistakable honking and angry shouting of city life. Cities on Earth, which is not where he'd been a minute ago. Practically throwing himself to his feet, pistol out and eyes scanning for any sign of what the heck is going on, it takes one look down the alley at the street beyond to realize that he's back in the past. His time, or close to it. ]
Daisy? Kora?
[ Neither woman answers, of course, but he'd had to try. Maybe they hadn't been caught in the blast, Daisy would have tried to shield them — it's a glimmer of hope, his concern for them far outweighing any he has for the fact that he's now a few galaxies and decades away from the rest of the team. Tucking the weapon away, he heads for the street, unrolling his shirt sleeves and immediately blending into the crowd. Suddenly being an 'unfashionable square' is serving him well, his usual attire of slacks and dress shirt fitting right in.
He stops at a newspaper stand to catch his bearings. Washington DC. May 12, 1951. It was before he'd been pulled out of time... or killed, depending on when the timeline had fully diverged. (He'd never looked into that detail too much before, far preferring ignorance on that particular subject. But, thankfully, he does recall being on the west coast for the entire month, and a certain someone on the east. Someone he'd trust with his life. So, after turning on the charm and begging a very nice woman for change for the payphone on the corner, he dials the direct line to Peggy Carter's office at SHIELD. ]
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