The only light coming through the bunker was from the moonlight from the door. Steve glanced around as the small team walked in cautiously. The room was just like any other firearm bunker. It had items that would be considered relics now sitting on shelves on or desks and things like that, and they had a fine line of dust on it... But then there were counters he noticed that seemed to be recently used, no sign of aging. The floors were well kept as well. His focus was kept looking around the room, but he heard the voice of Sharon Carter by his side. He didn't answer at first, his eyes scanned every inch of the place. Natasha, Clint, Sam, and Brock all stood cautiously around the perimeter. He held up his hand to silent and stop everyone from moving, and they did so almost instantly. Steve listened very carefully... And he heard it.

A very faint and soft whistling was heard... "There's a draft somewhere." Steve finally said, glancing and listening. He slowly walked towards a large gun rack in the back of the wall. He listened closely, and put his hand around the edges until he felt a cold chill and whistle. He found it. Steve felt all around the sides of the rack, and he finally found a small button. he pressed it, and the rack started to sink into the back of the wall, and then moved to the side, revealing a secret hallway to a staircase that lead down into darkness. The group huddled around it, staring down. 

"Alright... Who wants to go down the mysterious, creepy-as-hell staircase first?" Clint asked, a small smirk forming on all of their mouths. "Age before beauty, I guess." Steve said with look back to everyone, and then taking the first steps down. Steve as well as everyone else made it down the staircase with flashlights shining. This was obviously built before the 40's. The stairs ended in a hallway, still pitch black. "What is this place?" Sam asked quietly. 

"Steve." Natasha called out, nodding towards a wall. On it was a worn out logo, and next to them were pictures of very familiar faces. Howard Stark's picture stood proudly at the camera, almost looking very much like his son. He was a bit older than Steve remembered, but it was the same one. The next one he remembered was his old Commanding Officer, Colonel Chester Phillips. Looking older than dirt as always, and that natural snarl on his face... And the last one was a picture Steve knew too well. Peggy Carter had the same look of dominance and pride as she always did. She hadn't aged as badly as the others, but it was obvious that it had been a while since Steve crashed landed in the Arctic. 

There were other worn or destroyed photos on the wall, but those were the three that he noticed. "That's a SHIELD Logo..." Brock said quietly, looking at the logo next to the pictures. "That's Stark's dad... And that's Colonel Phillips. Read about him in history class... But who's she?" Clint asked, looking at Steve. He didn't answer, he gave a quick glance at Sharon before looking down the hall. "Let's keep going... Anyone know which hall we should take?" Steve asked.

As if on cue, Lights flooded the hallway, making loud snaps as they turned down, but only illuminating one hallway, until the lights turned on around a corner. What was this place? Why were his old friends on this wall, and what exactly did they just stumble on to? He felt like everyone was looking towards Steve for an answer, but he was just as confused as everyone else.

He made a silent hand gesture to continue down the hall. The lights lead them through a complex maze of hallways until they reached two wooden doors. Everyone hesitated for a moment before Sam and Natasha slowly moved towards the doors, weapons drawn, and opened them to reveal... 

A semi circular room full of desks, ancient computers, and a large screen on the opposite side of the wall. On the floor was a larger version of an old SHIELD logo, and the place looked like it was rushed out of quickly years ago. Everyone stepped inside of the room, all with a look of awe. "What the hell...?" Sam said quietly, Steve stood in the center of the room, a weird sense of deja vu and confusion and awe all swimming through his head. "An old base of operations..." Steve muttered. 

"Some of these papers date back to 1947." Clint said, kicking aside a few loose files on the ground. "This can't be what I think it is..." Natasha looked at Clint, Sharon, and Brock to see if they were thinking the same thing.

[i]"Rogers. Steven Grant. Born July 4th 1918. Enlisted in the Second World War under the Super Soldier Program. Went MIA in 1944 in the North Arctic."[/i] A metallic voice with a thick German accent came through the room. [i]"Wilson. Samuel Thomas. Born September 23rd 1978. Enlisted the United States Air Force under the FALCON program. Had medical leave due to an accident."[/i] 

"Who the hell is this--?" Sam demanded.

[i]"Romanova. Alianovna Natalia. Born November 22nd, 1984. Formally affiliated with the KGB. Now a member of SHIELD. Barton. Francis Clinton. Born January 7th 1971. Raised in a rural farm until he honed exceptional marksmanship. Member of SHIELD. Carter. Sharon. Born 1994. Niece to Margaret Carter. Enlisted in SHIELD and later got the nickname "Irma Kruhl" World's most deadliest spy."[/i]


[i]"You are correct with your assumptions. Forgive me if I have come out rude..."[/i] A digital face started to flicker on the large screen on the back wall. [i]"Over 70 years ago Captain America was created in this very camp. Years later an organization known as SHIELD would also be created. And that is where you are now. The original home of SHIELD. And I am the mind of it. I am Arnim Zola... Or, what remains of him. Do you remember me, Captain. Because I remember everything about you..."[/i]

Steve's face turned from shock, to horror, to hatred in a matter of seconds. He stared at the screen in front of him, the digital face looking very familiar. "You were a professor for HYDRA... Red Skull's right hand man." Steve stated.