The reasons for impossibility that the Soldier didn’t think of had Steve’s mind reeling. It picked out the issues with what James said and tried to reconcile them to absolutely no avail. Steve’s eyes darkened and his face hardened as he came to some very frightening conclusions.

“It was February 12th,” he said tersely. He and Peggy had been planning a dance, a real dance, something that mattered to him, for once. The feeling in his stomach sank further. “1945.”

He invited James to correct him to the year. One might have passed. Maybe two. That was pushing it.

“What’s today’s date?”