Taylor groaned a bit as she sat up. She had no idea what hit her, but she felt like she'd been asleep for a week. She felt stiff and sore and there was a throbbing in her skull that promised either a wicked migraine or a truly impressive lump. She opened her eyes and looked around, blinking to try to clear her vision some.

Alissa was right there next to her, and she blinked rapidly, propping herself up on her elbows to get a look around. And also to make sure her head wasn't about to implode, which it was currently threatening.

"Really, I don't drink that much," she muttered to herself, trying to get a better look around. "What the hell?" She blinked again, her vision slowly adjusting to the darkness. Not complete darkness, more like they'd shut all the blinds, or something.

"Lissa?" Taylor asked, looking around. "What happened? Where are we?" The room was dimly lit, so she couldn't see much.

"Not a clue," Alissa said, rubbing her head a bit. "Ow. We're inside, at least, that's good. And now I know I'm not hungover, also good." She got to her feet carefully. The room was dim enough that she held one hand out in front of her to make sure she didn't walk into a wall or something.

Taylor got to her feet, keeping one hand out in front of her.

"How did we get here?" she asked. She grimaced when her head throbbed.

"No idea." Alissa found a door knob and opened the door slowly, blinking a few times as she adjusted to the new level of light. The sight out the door was definitely not one she was familiar with, though. "But we're not at home, that's for sure."

Taylor blinked in the sudden light, holding up a hand to shade her eyes. Cautiously, she stepped out of the dim room with Alissa.

"No kidding," she said, looking around.

"I guess we should take a look around?" Alissa asked more than said, glancing both ways down the hallway. When she didn't see anyone, she shrugged and picked a direction.

"I guess," Taylor said. She followed Alissa down the hall, keeping an eye out for anything that might tell them where they were.

A scientist spotted them first and stopped for a moment before he frowned and walked over to them.

"How did you get in here?" he asked. "This is a secure level, secretaries are only on the upper levels. And where are your badges?"

Taylor blinked and glanced at Alissa. Secretaries?

"I'm sorry," she finally said. "I'm not sure I get what you're asking."

The scientist got a little closer and realized that they were definitely not in uniform. He frowned.

"Where did you two come from?" he asked, his voice a little sharper. "How did you get in here?"

Taylor just gave a bit of a lost look.

"I was kind of hoping you could tell us," she said.

The man frowned. "You two need to come with me," he said, ushering them in front of him and taking them back to a more populated area.

Alissa looked around as they walked and realized that no one was wearing casual clothes, and most everyone was in military uniform. But not modern military, either. And that was just so, so weird.

Taylor noticed the same things, and it was making her anxious. Something was definitely Not Right, moreso than they had initially thought.

Steve heard a commotion and noticed a scientist talking to a few officers with two very uncomfortable looking ladies behind him. It didn't take long to discover that they were the source of the conversation, and he decided they looked too freaked and needed a bit of quiet time.

"Sorry, 'scuse me," he said, moving over and smiling. "I need to borrow these two, Stark is looking for them." And he expertly herded the two ladies away from the spluttering scientist and off to a quieter room.

Taylor blinked, not sure what was going on aside from the fact that Captain America seemed to be the one herding them someplace quiet and out of the way. Something about him seemed off in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on, though; he was wearing an old-style military uniform, rather than the iconic red-white-and-blue, and his hairstyle seemed a little out of date to her as well.

"What's going on?" she asked once they were somewhere quieter.

"You two managed to cause quite a stir," Steve said, looking at them. They didn't look like normal dames, though, they were wearing weird clothing. "I can understand why. You don't exactly look like you're from around here."

"Where is 'here'?" Taylor asked, cautiously. Nothing was adding up, and she worked on not freaking out yet.

Steve looked at them. Nope, not lying. Okay then.

"I think you two need to talk to Howard," he said, ushering them along to the labs. Maybe Howard would know what to do with them.

"Wait a second," Taylor said, digging in her heels a bit. "Every time I ask where we are and what's going on, I never get an answer. What is it that nobody wants to tell us?"

"I..." Steve frowned. "I don't know how you can not know where you are. Not right now." He shook his head. "You're in an Army base, a few levels under, actually. Supposed to be restricted down here." Steve rolled his eyes.

"An Army base," Taylor repeated, looking at him. Then she looked at Alissa. How in the name of all things holy did they get put into the sub-levels of an Army base?

Alissa just shrugged, looking bewildered.

"Let's go talk to Howard. He'll figure it out," Steve said with confidence, herding the girls in front of him.

Taylor's shoulder's slumped a bit, but she nodded a little and let herself be herded out of the room again.

In the lab, Howard was working on a prototype armored fabric. He had been trying to get it to the point that it would deflect at least a bayonet, if not a bullet, but it was slow going.

Although, to be fair, there was only so far prototype experimentation would stretch when he broke out some bits of vibranium to experiment with. There was fire involved, after all. And adamantium.