[Waking up in unfamiliar places and not knowing how he got there was nothing something Steve even wanted to contemplate getting used to. At least the first time he'd woken up in a bed. Waking up in rigging in what looked to be some transport carrier was less than comforting. It only takes a minute to work through the haze of waking and looking around before he's moving, getting himself out of his seat, grabbing the pack he spots, and going to assist the other passengers who look just as confused. It's easy to organize the ones that seem coherent enough to help and they are getting the injured out of the transport. The smell of something burning isn't exactly comforting and he wants to get people out and cleared in case it blows. Once an Avenger always an Avenger.
He can't say he's not glancing around trying to see if he recognizes anyone- any of his team, someone to explain all this. Everyone seems just as confused as he is.
He takes in his surroundings, through the trees and beyond the wall it looks like a city of sorts. That just might be their best choice for shelter, but he's hesitant- who knows what kind of people are there. If there are even people there to begin with. He really wishes he had some Intel right about now. It's then that he remembers the pack on his back and he pulls it open inspecting its contents wishing he had his shield.]
Steve Rogers | MCU
He can't say he's not glancing around trying to see if he recognizes anyone- any of his team, someone to explain all this. Everyone seems just as confused as he is.
He takes in his surroundings, through the trees and beyond the wall it looks like a city of sorts. That just might be their best choice for shelter, but he's hesitant- who knows what kind of people are there. If there are even people there to begin with. He really wishes he had some Intel right about now. It's then that he remembers the pack on his back and he pulls it open inspecting its contents wishing he had his shield.]