Our surroundings changed dramatically. I awoke the patriot before this beaming process began and had straightened the man up. He was half awake when our surroundings changed to a gray room where there stood a bald man, a Klingon, and a man with a beard. Steve screamed jumped into my arms merely saying the word, 'Klingon'.

"Worst passenger ever." I said, with a eyebrow twitch.

I dropped the man then walk right over the man's body cutting my fingernails that hadn't been clipped for a while.  I could tell the Captain did not like me at all, the Klingon guy seemed to be judging me on the spot, and there was a 'why are you so familiar' kind of look in the bearded man's eye. They had on strange uniforms with a badge on their chest placed to the right.

After getting off the Transporter I faced down toward the cowering super mortal.

"Steve, I am not going to be the one who tugs you around everywhere I go," I said. "You are Captain America. Get up!"

". . . Pardon?" Came a young man's  voice.

"Captain America, land of the free, boldly going where cowardly Americans do not go with a ragtag group called the Avengers!" I said. "Now get up and stop gawking at the Klingon." I grabbed Steve by the shoulder forcing him up to his feet. "Long as I am concerned," We were now eye to eye. "This Klingon is likely to be on their side."

"As in. . . Captain America?" The young man said said.  "Steve  Rogers?"

I turned toward  the source of the young man.

"Yes," I said. "And I am sorry for this  . . . Humiliating scene with my acquaintance."

"This is my first officer, William Riker," Picard said. "And this is my Lieutenant Worf of Security and tactile."

I heard a thump right beside me.

I rubbed my face feeling so irritated.

"Steve, can you stop fainting?" I asked, making the man stand upright.