Chapter 1
August 15, 2011
219 W 47th St, New York, NY 10036 (On the Street)
Steve couldn’t believe these damn people. He wakes up in the fucking 21st century, they tell him nothing but that, and send him to someone that was supposed to help him but instead just sent him on his way giving him a bunch of files, a phone, and a plastic card. Now he was standing in front of the door to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters and was looking for somewhere to sit, to think about his next step he was going to take. Because right now he was homeless with nowhere to go, and he didn’t know if his adopted father was alive or dead.
He finally just started walking towards Broadway St. until he came across a Starbucks coffee shop. He went in set down and started looking at the files they gave him, he had done put the plastic card and the phone into his pocket but not before looking at the time. It was 12 in the afternoon and he figured he would look at these files and see if he could contact anyone in here to help him since S.H.I.E.L.D pretty much just left him for dead when he woke up in this new century. The first file was Junior’s.
File 1
Jonathan Edward Jupiter
Nickname: Junior
DOB: August 15, 1920
DOD: April 26, 1946
Serial #: 75689105
Status: Deceased
No Known Family
File 2
Margaret Elizabeth Sousa nee Carter
Nickname: Peggy
DOB: April 9, 1921
Serial #: 00453281
Status: Alive
Age: 90 years old
Family
Spouse: Daniel Matthew Sousa
Children: Timothy Johnathan Sousa March 20, 1948
Michael Edwin Sousa April 1, 1970
Stephanie Margaret Jones nee Sousa September 1, 1951 60 years old
In Laws: Edward Antony Jones January 13, 1950 61 years old
Caroline Ann Sousa nee Potts September 23, 1980 31 years old
Samantha Ashley Sousa nee Jackson November 21, 1969 42 years old
Grandchildren: Angelina Sarah Richards nee Jones June 21, 1975 36 years old
Kyle Edward Richards September 12, 1970 41 years old
Edward Anthony Sousa October 2, 1997 14 years old
Savannah Anna Sousa December 23, 1998 13 years old
Great Grandchildren: Ashley Amber Richards February 20, 1997 14 years old
Contact Info: 321-776-8232
Address: 214 Duffield St, Brooklyn, NY 11201
File 3
James Morita
DOB: October 20, 1919
Age: 92 years old
Status: Alive
Serial #: 89675432
Family:
Classified
Contact info.:
Address: 30 Park Ave, New York, NY 10016
Since he was so close to Jim’s place, he decided to walk over to Jim’s place and ask for help. Of course he was going to have to prove who he was but he figured that was easy compared to sleeping on a park bench in New York. He closed the files he had opened and picked them up and headed over there.
Steve arrived at Jim’s apartment and knocked, after 20 minutes the door opened and all Steve heard because he was looking down. “Holy mother of God. The dead has come back,” Jim said in a shocked voice.
“Well answer me this. If you are really Steve Rogers, what did he say to me when I got shot for the second time of me being an idiot?”
“I said if you did that shit again, I would take you over my knee like the disobedient kid your acting like” Steve answered, looking up at him in the face.
“Well Steve come in and tell me what the fuck you are doing on my doorstep after all of this time,” Jim told him stepping aside to let him in.
Steve went in and set on the sofa. Jim set down across from him in his chair.
“So tell me what are you doing here?”
“S.H.I.E.L.D found my body, realized I was still alive, thawed me out. And next thing I know I am told that I was asleep for 70 years, given a plastic card, a phone, and these files, and thrown out on the street with nowhere to go and not knowing what to do next.” Steve told him.
“Well it is dinner time, so let’s have dinner and I we will figure out your next step in the morning,” Jim told him already picking up the phone and ordering out.