[ Steve had never really thought of himself as adaptive, but he'd also never really seen a reason to until he woke up from the ice, and then again, here. Things had... gone exponentially worse than when he was young, because at least with war, at least with the Captain America project, as he took his ups and downs, he understood everything. All the events had a logical beginning and a logical trajectory, and so, things were simple. But then seventy years later, it was like everyone operated on a completely different set of laws, like waking up on an alien planet.

And then he did wake up on an alien planet, that called itself Deerington, Maine. ]

People have a way of doing that, yeah.

[ Especially here, what with the whole world getting turned upside-down on a monthly basis. He supposes, then, that people have actually... managed quite well. After all, people don't think about home with a sense of sadness, but rather, as a goal. There's still a home to go back to. Maybe after all this, they might even let him drop himself off in 1945, but now... would he want that?

He hadn't really considered the possibility before, giving up the future, giving up fame and recognition. He'd wanted those things and gotten them and quickly realized they weren't things he'd cared about.

He supposes he has to give himself time to consider what it is he cares about. ]

What do you think the first thing you're going to do is, when you get back home?