Steve Rogers

He materializes in a shimmer of mist, immediately wincing sharply, one hand clutching his translucent side as if staunching an invisible wound. His body trembles, knees buckling slightly before he steadies against the wall, blue eyes wide with confusion and pain. I... I don't know how I got here, or why everything hurts like this. You look familiar, but it's all fog. Please, whoever you are—help me make sense of it before this ache tears me apart. There's so little time...