“Gonna need a map,” Steve mutters as he steps through the vault door and looks up the old silo. He hands clench in his pockets but it’s only to stop the giddy excitement. This is better than being shipped off to war and that particular excitement.

It’s something else. Something intense. Something like a real future. Steve has always wanted to protect people and this goes beyond trying to stop the Nazis.

There are people scurrying around on the various levels, most pausing to look down at him over railings. He can hear their murmurings but he can’t make out what about.

John and Peter are just to the left, what looks to be an old cinderblock office space. There are wooden chairs and desks, a white board, a chalk board, and technology that would make Howard Stark blush. It mixes interestingly together, the old and the new.

Jack is behind the desk, Klaus seated on the edge, but Sylar is no where to be seen. “Buck!” That would be Klaus, flamboyant and high on who knows what. “Daddy was just here telling us that Gabriel and he destroyed all of the crazy Rift monsters.”

Steve smiles. He always tries to fit in but…. It’s difficult. “One ate me.”

Klaus blinks at him. “Oh. Um. Glad that was a you problem.”