The closer they approached civilization, the more that Steve wished they weren’t. This made the wastelands of Canada look appealing in all of the very worst ways, but to Steve Rogers, he couldn’t help but feel saddened by the things he saw from the window. It was more reason to look at what Bucky called their GPS system, but he forced himself to take note of this crazy nightmare dream he was forced to live in now.

“This isn’t real,” he whispered to himself, as if it could make it true.

Crossing into New York itself was even worse. The buildings were tall and beautiful. There were moving signs all over the place. Traffic was intense. Clothing was strange. The thump of the city, the vibe it gave off, was still the same despite the time that had passed.

“How much longer?” He was trying not to be disaheartened but two days of not speaking and experiencing this mess was ruining his usual cheer.