He feels nausea rising in the back of his throat, and an insistent pressure behind the backs of his eyes. The world feels topsy-turvey for a few seconds, and Steve struggles for a moment to find his feet from under him. It’s always like this, when it happens. Time travel. Dimension travel. Portals. Steve’s been through enough to know --- too many. He’s really tired of getting the rug pulled out from under him and thrown into some alternate timeline. Maybe villains think it’s an easy win --- throw the man out of time even more out of time. Apart from how obvious and overdone that ploy is, it never works out in their favor anyway. “ That never gets easier. ” he says, to himself, because he doesn’t expect to find anyone around him. None of the Avengers had been near enough to be sucked in alongside him: for that, he’s grateful. It’s a little lonely, sure, and he’s sure somehow, some way down the line in getting back home he’d need the help, but he’d rather no one else be stuck here with him when they needed as much as help as they could get back home. “ Alright, Rogers ... let’s see where you’ve gotten yourself to this time. Or when. ”
He isn’t sure which one to expect --- isn’t sure which one to hope for. Neither are particularly exciting prospects. There wasn’t much to go off of yet though --- just a bunch of trees, an expansive forest, and ... eerie silence. Steve’s eyes narrow, and he's immediately on his guard. Something ... Something isn’t right here. It's like the place is empty, and forests were never empty. Not of life. There was a clearing up ahead --- trees giving way to open terrain, and Steve looks around him again.
Well ... no way to go but forward, he supposed.
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