"Our armor is pretty distinct compared to the stuff they have here. I went through the armory... I'm sure others would have stood out." Washington reached up to remove his helmet.

"The last real clear memory I have is of Recovery. The twins were there, and my head hurt. Then... It's a blur. Too many things in my head now that I don't understand where they came from." Eventually, he'd have time to finally work out the contents of his head. But not yet.