Chapter 131: Awakening

Chapter 131: Awakening

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"We'll send out rescue ships. We'll find you." Peggy Carter's voice plays out over the radio.

"I don't think there's going to be much left to find." Steve tells her in a resigned tone as the Hydra bomber he was currently in nosedives toward the icy ground.

The love of his life, Peggy Carter, didn't reply. He knew she was using every bit of her brilliant mind to think of ways to save him.

[Insert picture of Peggy Carter here]

"Peggy?" Steve calls her over the radio.

"...I'm here." Peggy answers with a shaky voice as if she were crying.

Steve stares at a photo of Peggy as the nose of the plane grew closer and closer to the ground.

"I'm going to need a raincheck on that dance." He says with a fond smile.

"A-All right. Next Saturday. The Stork Club." She stutters, hiding her crying as best as she could.

"Okay. You got it." Steve agrees, ignoring his impending doom while enjoying his time with the woman he loves.

"8:00 on the dot. If you're three minutes late I'm leaving, do you understand?" Peggy warns him jokingly.

"I still don't know how to dance." He laughs in self-deprecation

"I'll show you. I'll show you everything. Just be there." She tells him pleadingly.

Clouds whip past the windows as the plane plummets. Steve pockets the picture and slides his mask over his face, as Arctic ice rushes up at the cockpit window.

"Maybe the band could play something slow, I'd hate to step on your-"

*BOOM!*

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In a futuristic-looking hospital room, Steve Rogers could be seen shaking in his sleep. He tossed and turned for a few moments, before shooting up out of the bed with a loud gasp for air.

*heavy breathing*

'Peggy?' Steve's first thought was for the woman he loves.

While he was getting his breathing under control, Steve looked around the room for any sort of information.

"Where am I?" He mutters as he sees the futuristic medical equipment and a flatscreen TV on the wall.

"New York."

Jumping out of bed and to his feet, Captain America turns to see a masked red and blue man sitting in corner of the room with a glowing device in hand(smartphone).

"Take us to Time Square." Peter tells him as he sits back and watches Steve, who had his eyes glued to the window.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now, Spider-Guy?" Steve turns to Peter and asks.

"Spider-Man, and the fact that you haven't figured it out yet is worrying..." Peter says as he takes out his phone and pulls up the Captain's medical report. "Maybe you do have brain damage?"

"Hey!" Steve exclaims with a disgruntled look on his face. "I've been extremely patient with whatever this is. I will not-"

"We're here!" Happy calls out from the front seat.

"Look out of the window again." Peter instructs.

Modern cars honk and roar in the street. Towering plasma screen billboards play advertisements. New-age people rush here and there with cell phones in hand. Futuristic architecture and art fill Steve's eyes, causing him to stagger in his seat.

"Who are you, really?" Steve turns to Peter once again.

"Spider-Man." Peter answers simply, smiling under his mask. "The others wanted to put up a show and break it to you slowly, but I thought it best not to beat around the bush."

"Break what?" Steve asks pointedly.

"You've been asleep for almost seventy years, Cap." Peter reveals the truth.

Steve turns back to the window, stunned by this realization.

"Seventy years..." Steve mutters in dread.

"What about the war?" Steve turns back to Peter. "Did we win?"

"Yup. Unconditional surrender." Peter nods as he motions back out the window. "If we didn't then you would be seeing a very different world right now. You played a very big part in securing that victory."

Steve didn't know how to react to all of this.

"How am I alive?" He asks in confusion.

"Dr. Erskine's formula combined with the extreme cold of the Arctic somehow preserved you. The second we thawed you out, your heart started beating again." Peter explains.

"I know it's a lot to swallow, but the world's not as different as it looks. There's still work to be done..." Peter says as he reaches into the front seat pulling over Steve's battered shield. "The world could still use a man like you. If you're up for it, that is."

'He would make a good director of the Avengers...' Peter thought as he handed the shield back to its rightful owner.

"I-I..." Steve didn't know what to say as he barely knew what was happening.

"Take your time. You've earned it." Peter says with a shrug. "Just know that there's a place for you in the Avengers if you're interested."

Of course, Steve had no idea what the Avengers were, but he would learn soon enough.

...

The car goes silent as Happy starts driving them back to Avengers tower.

"Are you alright?" Peter asks.

"Yeah, it's just..." Steve looked out of the window sadly. "I had a date."

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