Closed || @ihadhim
The first thing Steve was aware of was quiet voices surrounding him, though everything was too hazy to make out individual words. The next came a sterile smell like he was in a hospital, and the matching feel of cool sheets under and around him. He groaned, barely a breath of air, but the voices around him paused, and he had the distinct feeling of being watched. The last thing he remembered was crashing the plane, but he seemed to be perfectly alive now, not even any injuries to be felt. If he was in a hospital after that sort of crash, even his enhanced body would be in a hell of a lot of pain. It was surreal, and it left him coursing with unease.
The hatred of not knowing forced him to pull himself together, feeling like heβd taken too long of a nap at the wrong time. Fluorescent lights washed out the room, and Steve blinked heavily. The first thing he saw was a man with a beard and dark hair, bearing a striking resemblance to Howard Stark, but different enough that Steve just stared for a moment. Next to him was an unfamiliar woman with red hair, and thenβ¦ near the foot of the bed stood a man who looked strangely, horrifyingly familiar. Blonde hair, pale skin, face maybe a bit more lined but with a crooked nose- Steve would swear he was staring at himself. He blanched, immediately startling upright, hands out defensively in front of him.
Β Β βWhat the hell is this?β he demanded, partly in anger, partly in sheer bewilderment.
