It’d been a whirlwind couple of days for Steve. Peggy’s funeral came and went, and before he’d had a chance to figure out those feelings, he’d met up with Sharon Carter again. The pretty nurse who lived across the hall. Turns out Agent 13 was Peggy Carter’s niece? Steve had taken the weekend, flown back out to California, and gone on a road trip to clear his head. But that road trip ended in a strange imprisonment, as he’d nearly ran out of gas and stopped to ask for directions. What sounded like the start of a strange horror film, was actually the next adventure in Steve Rogers’ life.

After a few conversations with the local residents, and spending part of the day walking as far as he could in every direction, Steve had started to come to terms with his current situation. As much as one could. He’d tried getting his cell phone to work, but having left the charger back at his motel in Los Angeles, he was rapidly running out of batteries. There were phones at the hotel, but none of them connected to any numbers he remembered.

Steve had to figure out what to do. But he also had to survive. Eating, sleeping, and connecting with other people were his top priorities while he wrapped his head around this new, whole mess.

So he was outside the restaurant looking at the day’s specials. “Roast chicken,” he read aloud. He wondered if there were vegetables available. Or bread. Or anything besides chicken. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a shiver went down his spine.