Despite the immense cold, Steve's mind remained active just like before when he froze in the water. No one really knew how long it took his body to shut down and the sheer amount of pain he experienced until it did. The serum had been a curse then and throughout those seventy years his mind wandered and cried out for something; anything. Would this be the same? Who would find him this time? More importantly he worried about Tony and what havoc the elements would wage on him. It picked up the panic churning deep inside of him but what could he do about it when opening his eyes proves too difficult?

Another person he couldn't manage to save.

As time wore on, the chill penetrating his bones started to subside and oddly enough warmth returned to him. The feeling in his muscles became easier to move and even if he still ached something fierce, he forced himself to move and wake back up. Tony needed him to be stronger and better; to save them from the mess hydra dropped them into.

Letting out a pained groan, his eyes fluttered slowly open. He only saw red and the appearance of - well, his muddled mind couldn't seem to put it properly together. What. "Tony," Steve croaked out, hesitant to move from the cocoon of warmth but he needed to save them. He had to be there for Tony. Pushing himself up, he reached out with trembling fingers to touch the - wing? No. That didn't make sense at all.

"Tony?" Where had the man gone? And what was surrounding him? He twisted a little, hand brushing against - scales? Something? No.