"Yes I do." Steve smiled and walked her back to her room for the night. He was expecting that he'd finish his meetings and get to see her the next morning. He wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen.

Taylor smiled and made sure to kiss him good-night before heading into her room. She wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen, either. So when a radio woke her up the next morning rather than a standard-issue military alarm clock, she immediately knew something was Not Right.

Alissa flailed herself out of bed when her iPod alarm went off, playing Lord of the Rings at her.

"What the hell?" she demanded, still sprawled on the floor from where she'd landed, because this was not the Army base, and this was not 1945. "What?" she squeaked again.

Taylor scrambled out of bed, getting tangled and nearly tripping over her bedding, and stumbled her way to the window. Outside, the sights and sounds of 2014 greeted her.

"What the hell?" she squeaked.

"I don't..." Alissa got up, much more slowly, feeling about ninety as she moved over to the window as well. "We're... this is... home." But she didn't sound quite certain.

"Home?" It almost felt like a foreign concept. "But... How...?" Taylor looked around helplessly.

"I don't know." Alissa frowned as she sat down, looking around. Everything looked the same as when they'd left. Exactly the same, actually.

Taylor jumped when her cell phone vibrated from the nightstand. It buzzed once and went silent again.

"Who would be texting me?" she asked, her voice a bit high. She went over and picked it up. "Oh. Okay. Weather alert. Why not?"

Alissa put her head against the wall, not sure whether she wanted to laugh or cry. Her own phone was lying in the middle of her bed, somehow, the battery dead but otherwise unscathed. She plugged it in after a few moments and turned it on.

"Tay. This is two days after we woke up in 1944. We had work on Friday, remember? And now it's Sunday."

"Two days," Taylor repeated. She looked vaguely like she was going to get hysterical. "Of course it was." She stared at her phone as if it was going to give her all the answers.

Alissa wasn't doing much better; she had plugged her phone in to recharge and then sat staring out the window a little blankly, more than a little lost.

"So what now?" Taylor asked quietly a few moments later. "Do we just... move on like it never happened?"

"I... don't know if I can," Alissa admitted. "I can't just forget or, or pretend that never happened."

"Me either," Taylor replied, sitting down on her bed again and pulling her knees up. "God, I miss him already..."

Alissa nodded wordlessly. "Maybe we can... I dunno, find them?" she asked quietly. "We know they're still around, so, it's worth a try. I think."

"I doubt they even remember us," Taylor said, sighing a bit. "It was almost seventy years ago, now."

"That's true," Alissa admitted quietly. "Seventy years." She shook her head. "This is just so..." She made a frustrated noise and put her head down on her knees.

Taylor made a vague sound of agreement and did the same.

Elsewhere, James Barnes flicked on the screen of his cell phone to look at the date.

"It's been two days," he said, nudging Steve. "You sure you remembered the date right?"

Steve nodded. "I'm sure," he said, completely confident. "So any time now, whenever they get back, we can find them."

"Still need to figure out how to do that," Bucky replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "We have no idea where to start."

Steve shrugged. "Jarvis?" he suggested. "Maybe Jarvis can help us find them. I mean, we know they work at SI."

"It's worth a shot," Bucky said. "Go for it." He paused when his phone went off and he looked at the display. "I gotta take this. I swear to god, I signed all the goddamn paperwork, I don't know what else she wants..." He stalked off, bringing the phone up to his eat as he went.

Steve shook his head with a little grimace, because that had been a kind of bad decision on Bucky's part, and he was really, really glad that he wasn't the one to have to explain that to Alissa. Also very glad that he hadn't done anything like that himself.

But he did start typing out texts to Jarvis to try to figure out if this would work or not.

Even in text form, Jarvis was unfailingly efficient.

Search results: 2
Evans, T.
Oakdale, A.

Anything else I might assist with, Captain?

Steve actually stopped at that.

Do you have access to where they live? Can I get that information? They still work at SI, right? He fired off that text, and then sent another one: Why did you never mention anything?! We've talked about them several times around you!