"It's a long story and you probably wouldn't believe most of it," Steve answers honestly, squinting up at the rider against the bright sun. "This isn't Asgard, by any chance?" He has to ask, just to be sure, the armor these people are wearing looks nothing like Thor's, so he's still assuming it's not and he's lost somehow.
"I'm from Earth. Midgard. The United States of America, specifically," he adds, to blank looks all around. Not good. "Listen, I'll be on my way in just a moment." As he says this, he pushes the button on his hand that's meant to return him to the quantum realm, allowing him to travel to Asgard as was intended.
Nothing happens.
Steve's expression changes, shifting from his beleaguered but calm look to something far more concerned. He pushes the button again to no effect, and his stomach drops into his feet. This can't be happening. There's too much riding on his mission--countless lives hang in the balance, but the tech won't work. Cursing under his breath, he turns his attention fully to the device, inspecting it for damage and finding none. He'd made quick work of the orcs and none of them had landed a hit of any significance, not on his hand. So why isn't it working? Surely quantum physics didn't just stop being a thing when he arrived here. Maybe it's a glitch that will sort itself out, or maybe he can fix it somehow; he can replace the things that were taken at any time and it will all turn out the same, so that's what he'll do. No other outcome is acceptable.
Looking back up at the menacing rider, he clears his throat.
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Date: 2019-05-13 03:03 am (UTC)"I'm from Earth. Midgard. The United States of America, specifically," he adds, to blank looks all around. Not good. "Listen, I'll be on my way in just a moment." As he says this, he pushes the button on his hand that's meant to return him to the quantum realm, allowing him to travel to Asgard as was intended.
Nothing happens.
Steve's expression changes, shifting from his beleaguered but calm look to something far more concerned. He pushes the button again to no effect, and his stomach drops into his feet. This can't be happening. There's too much riding on his mission--countless lives hang in the balance, but the tech won't work. Cursing under his breath, he turns his attention fully to the device, inspecting it for damage and finding none. He'd made quick work of the orcs and none of them had landed a hit of any significance, not on his hand. So why isn't it working? Surely quantum physics didn't just stop being a thing when he arrived here. Maybe it's a glitch that will sort itself out, or maybe he can fix it somehow; he can replace the things that were taken at any time and it will all turn out the same, so that's what he'll do. No other outcome is acceptable.
Looking back up at the menacing rider, he clears his throat.
"Or I might need to extend my stay."