I can’t quite shake the feeling that I don’t belong. I close my eyes and see the era I’m supposed to be in - - but when I open them I’m in a time I shouldn’t know. I don’t know, I’d rather not worry you, Hank.

Just an old man wanting his past back.

Ha, maybe I do pal. What do you got?

Hank, it’s good to see you.

Everything’s fine, for the most part. Just gotta get outta my own head is all.

“New to the era.” He said, with a somewhat embarrassed smile. Letting his hand fall back to his waist.

“Although, never seen a city like this before.”

“People seem to overlook hard work these days, but someone’s always watching.” Offering the other a hand. “Steve.”

Pretty mean shot you’ve got there.

I hope not. I’ve been tracking small anomalies across the states - - I’m no Tony Stark when it comes to searching across data. But I haven’t seemed to miss yet.

Counting on you is easy, Nat. Always has been - -

- - just don’t let me slip up, yeah? [ A sigh. ] That’s melodramatic, but you get what I mean. .staying at a town nearby, seem like nothing may turn to something.

Funny. I promise this senior can cross the street on his own —- but having you in the corner of the ring doesn’t sound too bad to me either.

Sorry, Nat. Didn’t mean to.
Someone, I think. I can’t really tell yet, but I know where I’m heading is right direction.

C’mon now, I don’t run. But. .I dunno. Trying to find something.