Dear Diary,

The jet got us from wherever the Hell we were, to wherever the Hell we were going in less than an hour. Hell, we went from sunlight and daytime to the local time being 12:04am.

I doubt even Howard Stark could have predicted technology as advanced as this coming into play and he's, well, he's Howard Stark, so.

I've just been informed that we're actually in Germany, apparently. God, I fucking hate this place. Well, not that it's the people or anything... not that I know enough about the place, even, or enough actual German people to have an opinion on any of it- but everything terrible seems to happen to me when I'm here.

Hell, this is where I lost Bucky. This is the last place I was before I was presumed dead. What could possibly be next?

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First, Agent Coulson directed me to a locked vault. I walk in, and the wall has my name on it, reading CPT STEVE ROGERS and my new suit rests above it, along with my shield.

God, it looked almost exactly like my old one, but better and more... useful.

They had me hover above the city, Stuttgart, in the hopes that no one would see me in the smaller jet as I entered onto Konigstrasse. We flew over what looked like a whole lot of people kneeling before the man who's name was, apparently, Loki.

I opened the door at the side where they directed me to then jump out. I heard a weapon begin to charge up, just as they did at Hydra's camps back in the day. What a Hell of a flashback.

I jumped down and landed just before this elderly man and blocked the blue colored beam. Was it something with the color blue that made things more powerful and terrifying?

The beam hit Loki and knocked him off of his feet, sending him face planting into the ground.

"You know," I started, walking towards him. "The last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

"The soldier," he regards me, chuckling and rising to his feet. "The man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time," I told him, listening to the roar of the jet, piloted by Agent Romanoff, fly up behind me.

"Loki, drop the weapon, and stand down," she announced over the P.A. system.

Though, he had no intention of listening to her, as he started shooting directly at her directly thereafter. She moved the jet out of the way and I threw my shield at him, starting a brawl between us as everyone around us scrambled to get away.

He knocked me down and my shield out of my hand, so I started punching at him... though, he was a lot stronger than I had originally anticipated. Who the Hell is this guy?

And, again, I'm down... the only difference is that, this time, he placed the butt of his staff on my helmet, telling me, aggressively, to "kneel."

I pushed it out of the way and kicked him. "Not today," I said.

From the ground where I ended up, yet again, I heard music start to play extraordinarily loudly. I looked up at Agent Romanoff in confusion.

Then, out of nothing... it's another jet? No... it looks like a meteor, it- it's a man?

He shot at Loki, sending him flying.

He had no face, as- he was, no. There's no chance he's encased in metal, is there? A metallic man? Is the Earth, now, just pulling supernatural, gifted beings out of thin air? What the Hell did I miss out on these past 70 some odd years? I mean, Christ.

He landed, aiming all his weapons at Loki as I stood behind him. "Make your move, Reindeer Games." The metal man said.

He speaks too? And he sounds so... human.

I walked up and stood next to this thing of a person and watched as Loki's armor disappeared into nothing. He put his hands up. It's game over, now.

"Good move," he said.

Hold on, this isn't a man made of metal, is it? No, it's a man in a suit of metal armor. I was given the list of names who were to be recruited for some unnamed initiative, and of all of them I know who this has to be.

"Mr. Stark," I addressed him, knowing full well that only a son of Howard could build something so unbelievably advanced.

"Captain," he replied. Hell, he almost sounded like him.

We boarded the jet with Loki in our custody, making our way to the larger vesicle. I could hear Director Fury checking up on us through Agent Romanoff's headset... I suppose the enhanced hearing comes in handy sometimes.

I stood next to Mr. Stark, who's face armor was off and, who later told me to never call him that again, as that was his father's name, not his. Ah, yes. Already off to a great start.

"I don't like it," I told him.

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" He asked. What the Hell was Rock of Ages?

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop," I replied, looking back at him.

"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow." I looked at him like he was a complete asshat. Ok, yea, technically I'm 93, but biologically I'm only 26. "What's your thing, Pilates?"

"What?" As in, what the Hell is Pilates?

"It's like calisthenics. You might've missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle."

God, this guy. Is it even possible to hate someone this much already? "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Yea, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you," he replied, looking at me like I was stupid.

"Where is this coming from?" Agent Romanoff asked, looking at the intense amount of lighting and rain hailing down on us from outside.

I looked up at the sky through the glass ceiling, then over at Loki, who appeared to be petrified. "What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" I asked.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," he revealed. What follows... well, that'd be thunder, right?

I heard a bang and the whole jet shook in the air. We all looked around for a moment, seemingly attempting to figure out what the Hell it was Loki knew that we didn't. Stark put on his helmet, so I did too, grabbing my shield in the process.

He opened the rear hatch of the jet, walking towards the opening. "What are you doing?" I called to him. He said nothing.

A man appeared, then, out of nothing, onto the hatch. It was like he had fallen from the heavens. He wore a strange silver battle armor and a red cape, carrying nothing but... hold on, is that a hammer?

Stark went to attack him, but got pushed to the floor, carrying me with him, by this man's massive hammer, thing.

He grabbed Loki and pulled him out of the jet, plummeting them both to the Earth's surface.

"Another Asgardian?" Romanoff yelled, asking if we had any idea who he was.

Another? As in, they're both er- whatever that word is?

"That guy's a friendly?" I called out to Stark.

"Doesn't matter," he replied. "If he frees Loki, or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

"Stark! We need a plan of attack!" I told him.

"I have a plan. Attack," and like that, he rocketed out of the jet.

I reached for a parachute and started to put it on. "I'd sit this one out, Cap," Agent Romanoff said.

"I don't see how I can."

"These guys come from legend. They're basically gods," she informed me.

"There's only one God, ma'am. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that."

And then I jumped out of the jet. That's, what, my second time doing that? God, Bucky would fucking murder me if he knew.

When I finally landed, I was in the middle of the woods, though, following the sounds of warfare wasn't all that hard. I finally reach a clearing and there they are, battling it out like a couple of morons.

"Hey!" I yell at them, throwing my shield between them in attempts to stop this madness. They freeze. "That's enough." I jump down to their level from my place upon a fallen tree. "Now, I don't know what you plan on doing here," I directed at the man in the cape.

"I've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes."

"Then prove it. Put that hammer down."

"Uh, yea, no," Stark interjects. "Bad call. He loves his h-"

The man interrupted him by throwing him backwards with said hammer. "You want me to put the hammer down?" he asked me angrily as he leapt into the air and hit my shield with the hammer, sending us both flying off in opposite directions.

Eventually, we all stood up, facing one another, breathing heavily. "Are we done here?"

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Thank God we were, too, because I was getting to be done with all the fighting bullcrap.

After, Agent Romanoff even took the time to fill me in on some things... like who certain people were and the fact that, in taking this mission, we were involving ourselves in something much, much larger.

Something none of us can even begin to fathom yet.

~ Steve Rogers