o4. upside down
“What was that?” Steve said… no, he heard it? That voice was unmistakably his, but it didn’t come from his mouth and he was sure that his accent would have made the Russian words sound different. How odd.
“Are you alright?” He asked with a frown of concern at Yasha, looking him over for any signs of injury. Instead, his own left arm ached from holding the shield down to subdue the explosion. He lifted it to see what kind of damage had been done and found the timetravel device – their ticket back home – partially blown apart, a faint light crackling with energy before it died out completely. Goddammit.
Before he could panic about that, however, he heard the click of a gun being loaded and looked up to find – no, that was impossible. It was himself in a red uniform he most definitely had never worn, standing just on the other side of the kitchen island he’d sat around for years with his teammates in the Avengers facility.