Stranded
"An alien," he stated dryly. To call Steve's expression exasperated didn't even begin to cover how absolutely done with this goddamned century he really was as he stared at Fury from across the table.
He'd woken up just a week ago. Alone entirely in the world, terrified, confused, and remembered as a fearless emblem of morality and courage. He was alive, and supposed he should be grateful for that, but he'd never felt so acutely abandoned. Peggy was still alive, but she'd been married and had grandchildren now, and Steve couldn't make himself pick up the phone to call her. Not when just a week ago he'd kissed her goodbye.
It sort of made sense, why Fury wanted him on babysitter-duty for this alien. They were both kind of aliens in this world, both stranded in places that were foreign and strange. Though apparently the guy was more unstable than him. Steve found that both impressive and strangely gratifying.
At first, Fury had put it as a charity project of sorts.
"He's lost and confused. You know how that feels."
Steve had considered punching him. "Right. So why am I really dealing with this?"
Fury smiled. The bastard. "He knows something about the Tesseract. You remember that. The cube?"
Steve scowled but nodded. "You shoulda left that in the ocean."
"He recognizes it. He might understand how it works. Problem is, he won't talk."
"So you want me to get to know him." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Not that he particularly wanted this assignment, but it wasn't as if it would take away from his time with friends- hah- or his job- HAH. "Fine. Fine."
Nick gestured for Steve to follow him through a door, and with a degree of irritation, he did.
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