Arrival: One of the worst things for asthma was panic. And one of the worst things for panic was being abducted from your home and shoved in the middle of a strange, alien world. Or at least that seemed to be the case for Steve right now. Not that he was panicking. There was no need to panic yet.
Even though this was clearly as far away from Brooklyn as he could possibly get and also possibly in outer space. No need to panic.
That didn't seem to make a difference for his lungs, though. Steve sat on the ground still processing everything the data point had told him and trying to slow his breathing down as much as he could. It was halfway successful. He was still wheezing but it wasn't getting any worse. Now just to keep that going; something told him there was no chance of finding asthma cigarettes around here so this was his bet.
Summer Time! There was something sort of exciting about being on such a strange beach. It was like jumping into one of Buck's weird sci fi books or a space comic. Steve half expected little green men to pop up behind rocks. But that was stupid considering there were literal blue women and living robots around just normally. With all that the green men lost their novelty but the beach was still exciting.
He wasn't going to be out for long and certainly wasn't going to go near any of the lobsters (it would probably kill him just to prove it really could be deadly to someone). But he absolutely was going to go swimming. When was the last time he'd really been able to do that?
Steve pulled his shirt off and started the timer before his skin started to burn. Maybe a half hour or so. But whatever. Until then he was going to go swim in the ocean.
Spaceships This was incredible. Steve stared at all the ships and walked closer, half expecting them to be some sort of trick or illusion. But no. He could reach his hand out and touch them. He could go inside and see the sort of controls and machinery one would expect in a spaceship.
A spaceship!
"Buck Rogers can take a hike. Steve Rogers has the real McCoy here," he laughed to himself as he walked around the ships for maybe the hundredth time. "Boy...What it must be like in the air... "
He looked over and tried the one ship that had let him inside. Sure there must be no harm in taking a closer peek. Maybe even looking around the controls. See if the thing could get airborne. Just for a little...
Pre-Serum Steve Rogers | MCU
Even though this was clearly as far away from Brooklyn as he could possibly get and also possibly in outer space. No need to panic.
That didn't seem to make a difference for his lungs, though. Steve sat on the ground still processing everything the data point had told him and trying to slow his breathing down as much as he could. It was halfway successful. He was still wheezing but it wasn't getting any worse. Now just to keep that going; something told him there was no chance of finding asthma cigarettes around here so this was his bet.
Summer Time! There was something sort of exciting about being on such a strange beach. It was like jumping into one of Buck's weird sci fi books or a space comic. Steve half expected little green men to pop up behind rocks. But that was stupid considering there were literal blue women and living robots around just normally. With all that the green men lost their novelty but the beach was still exciting.
He wasn't going to be out for long and certainly wasn't going to go near any of the lobsters (it would probably kill him just to prove it really could be deadly to someone). But he absolutely was going to go swimming. When was the last time he'd really been able to do that?
Steve pulled his shirt off and started the timer before his skin started to burn. Maybe a half hour or so. But whatever. Until then he was going to go swim in the ocean.
Spaceships This was incredible. Steve stared at all the ships and walked closer, half expecting them to be some sort of trick or illusion. But no. He could reach his hand out and touch them. He could go inside and see the sort of controls and machinery one would expect in a spaceship.
A spaceship!
"Buck Rogers can take a hike. Steve Rogers has the real McCoy here," he laughed to himself as he walked around the ships for maybe the hundredth time. "Boy...What it must be like in the air... "
He looked over and tried the one ship that had let him inside. Sure there must be no harm in taking a closer peek. Maybe even looking around the controls. See if the thing could get airborne. Just for a little...