Crossed Wires of the Universe - for @musicdied

[worthallthis]

There had been some kind of temporal storm. B had tried to pilot around it, and then tried to pilot through it, and then tried to grab Steve so the tendrils of temporal energy couldn't separate them, but then he has no idea what happened. It had hurt, though, and it's left him aching, and the connections for the vibranium arm burning a little.

He is on the ground somewhere, now. Not the ship. He's worked out that much. He passes his hand over his eyes, blocking out actual sunlight, so he's probably on a planet. An Earth-comparable one, given the color of the light and the smells he can pick out. It's quiet, he can hear birdsong. Familiar birdsong, though it's been so damn long since he's actually been on Earth that it takes him a minute to place it.

"Fuck," he says, and sits up.