New Jersey, Camp Lehigh.
The old military camp gates slowly opened before him. Steve Rogers crossed that invisible boundary, and memories long buried came flooding back like a tide.
"Come on, run faster!"
"Faster, Rogers!"
For a moment, he seemed to see himself from more than seventy years ago—thin and frail, yet full of hope, running desperately across the training field.
The illusion vanished in a flash, and he came back to himself.
"Mr. Johnny, thank you for the ride." Steve turned to the man astride a Harley beside him. "Sorry, but could you wait outside for a while? I'll be out soon."
"Sure, I'll take a look around nearby." Johnny nodded. Still sitting on his motorcycle, he suddenly asked Steve, "Captain, I heard you were born before the wars of the last century?"
"Yes, that's right." Steve looked at Johnny and explained, "I was frozen in the Arctic for a time. When I woke up... everything had changed."
"Oh, I understand." Johnny nodded as well, letting out a sigh. "One day, you suddenly wake up and discover that your era has become the past. Everyone you knew is gone, and you feel out of place in the world. That feeling... I have it too."
"Hm?" Steve paused. "Mr. Johnny, what are you talking about?"
"Heh." Johnny chuckled, his smile carrying a trace of complexity. "I'm just saying that I'm an old relic from the 'past' too."
"Of course, I'm not as old as you. I was born in 1969."
With that, he said no more. He put his sunglasses back on and twisted the throttle.
The savage roar of the engine tore through the camp's silence as Johnny rode his steel mount away in a cloud of dust.
"From an Earth in another world's last century, huh." Steve watched