Steve Rogers had had the luck, or lack of, of being in New York as well by the time the threat was initially noticed. An extint race of huge, man-eating bats had appeared from a recently discovered cave and was now preying on every single human they encountered. Quite the view. A certain danger to the planet all of them loved. The Captain quickly assembled the whole team and started to organize everything. They had a deadly enemy finishing off the vast majority of the population of New York. A fearsome opponent they didn't know anything about. Not even Stark, despite the advanced equipment and excellent, mental abilities was able to figure out a fine way of getting rid of the swarm of flying monsters quickly enough. So there was only one choice left: to fight the menace.<br/><br/>It was difficult, extremely difficult, the odds being against them during the whole time. Natasha and Clint fell prey of the bats not that long after the battle had started. Many others were severely injuried or killed as well, devoured alive by the strange race of animals which was supposed to be extinct. In the end, only Steve, Tony and Bruce were left standing. The others were in different cities fighting the menace on their own, mortally injured, or already deceased. He didn't know how it happened either. He didn't have a clear memory of it. But Steve found himself alone at some point, throwing the shield over and over again against those monsters who had the advantage. An overwhelming advantage, to say the least. He coughed, found it hard to breath. Was eventually taken by one of the bats.<br/><br/>And then, he fell. It wasn't until several hours later than the young man recovered his consciousness again. He found himself standing alone in an empty field. What appeared to be an abandoned farmhouse could be seen right in front of him. And, right above his head, the swarm of deadly, flying creatures ready to dive down and catch him in the spot, should they have the chance. Trying his best not to make loud noises, as by then it was obvious those creatures couldn't see their opponents, Steve crawled all the way until he reached said abandoned building. His leg hurt, his stomach was still bleeding. And the continous pain at one of his sides made him guess he might have one or two broken ribs. In conclusion, he was an entire mess. But he was alive. That was far more of what could be said from most people. Even other Avengers had fallen victim in that disastrous, last battle. Something Steve would always regret.<br/><br/>Finally, between faint, muffled groans, Steve reached the place and leaned in towards one of the walls. He definitely needed some rest. At least until his injuries healed properly. Once such thing happened though, he wondered what he would be doing next. One option was to try and look for any of his partners, hoping they had survived the attack. He knew Bruce and Tony were alive the last time he had seen them, so he would probably start with them. Bucky was also a concern for him. It had been ages since he had known anything about him, which made him wonder whether his friend would still be alive or not. But that was it. As he slowly closed his light, blue eyes, he heard some noises. Which got louder and louder, making it seem as if someone was approaching the very same place he was currently using as a shelter.<br/><br/>Wiithout saying anything, as to prevent alerting whoever it was of his presence inside the farmhouse, Steve readied his enormous shield, ready to attack as soon as he detected the other as a threat. He probably wouldn't last too long. But, if he was going to die, he preferred to fall while fighting, at the very least.