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A lot has happened since Steve woke up in the twenty-first century. He was given a crash course on whatever SHIELD deemed necessary. Then they dumped him on a flying ship with other enhanced, powered, or important people.
Then aliens started coming out of a hole in the sky.
Well, more aliens. Thor and Loki were also aliens, apparently.
Then, while he was on the ground, helping the first responders move civilians to safer areas of the city, a building collapsed on top of him. One of the flying creatures crashed into one while Steve was escaping.
He quickly raised his shield, blocking the first few chunks of rubble that fell on top of him. Then he was hit by a steel rod right in his left thigh. It wasn't enough to stop him, not really, but then the rest of the building came down. The rubble crashed into him, pinning him to the ground.
The shock ran through him. He felt the pressure of the fallen building on top of him but not the pain. Even the rod didn't physically hurt that much. He didn't know if it was because of the serum or the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
It was probably a bit of both.
He coughed up dust and debris, spitting out small pieces of gravel from his mouth. His helmet protected his head from the most severe wounds, but he was still dizzy and disoriented. His earpiece crackled in his ear, ending in a piercing ringing sound. At least that was still working.
Steve huffed; he could also hear the sounds of the ongoing battle just outside from where he was trapped.
He had to get back out there. There were still people who needed him; civilians, his teammates. Steve shifted, trying to push his way out of the rubble. He had to get that rod out of his thigh so he could heal. But the building on top of him moved, pressing down on him, shifting so that sharp-edged points dug into his skin. It restricted his movement more.
"Fuck..." Steve breathed, huffing out more dust from his lungs. He could feel an ache starting the spread through his body. Things were healing only to get broken again.
Through the static of his earpiece, he could faintly hear someone, maybe Clint, ask if anyone had seen him. There was more chatter, but Steve couldn't make heads or tails of it. The static in his ear grew louder, crackling, drilling into his eardrum before the piece went dead.
Well...it beat drowning.