voice;

[soldiers]

[ The feed clicks on with a background score of faint mutters, fading in and out as if someone's thumb was briefly pressing over the mic. ] I gotta say, this waking up in a completely different place thing is getting kinda old. [ pause. ] Not that it's happened a lot, but I figured once was more than enough. As for the idea of having been fictional before – right. Sure. Somebody really outdid themselves this time around.

Now, I'd ask if anyone's been able to find a way outta this place, but something tells me the answer would be a no. So I guess I'll just stick with an introduction.

The name's Steve Rogers. Anybody know where I can find a good gym around here?

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[soldiers]

With the army, then?

[thatboyisamonster]

[ pause, mostly so he doesn't start laughing ]

What makes you say that?

[soldiers]

You referred to me as a soldier, and then with my rank.

... I'll take that as a no.

[thatboyisamonster]

Your rank has always been more decorative than . . . useful, Captain.

[soldiers]

Good thing rank hasn't ever been all that important to me.

[thatboyisamonster]

Yes. I do recall that.

[soldiers]

[ pause ] We weren't exactly pals, were we.

[thatboyisamonster]

Very astute. What gave it away?

[soldiers]

Call it a hunch.

[thatboyisamonster]

To be fair, I wasn't being very discreet. America can only handle so much subtlety.

[soldiers]

Aren't you a charmer.

[thatboyisamonster]

You have yet to see the extent of it, Soldier.

[soldiers]

I think I've got a pretty good idea so far.

[thatboyisamonster]

And? Enlighten me.