<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>Steve Rogers / Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York Streets...or what is left of them<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The Avengers, Little Jimmy<br/><em>Yea...I think I am...</em><hr/><br/>Steve watched the attack on the wizard and knew without a doubt it was all Ares who had bitch slapped the forceshield off of him, he had doubts his toss had added much but the kid was safe and they had caught the culprits. When Jimmy's mom emerged out of the gathered crowd he nudged the young boy her way and watched on with a smile until she asked if he was Captain America. Steve blinked, his face twisted in temporary confusion when she said something that made complete sense. For the past few days he had accepted the new "New York" and everything about it but he did not know who he was.<br/><br/>The shield, the suit in his closet, the way some looked at him. Everyone he had once known were dead but he was still a young man, the memories of how he had been held in stasis so long returning. He had yet to respond to the mother but he nodded at long last.<strong>"Yea...I guess I am." </strong>Steve answered, not sounding to sure of it, it was not that he lacked the confidence on who he was. This day had been the final piece of the puzzle he needed to fit into place.<br/><strong>"Your welcome ma'am, excuse me." </strong><br/>He excused himself, moving to get to his shield and help the others in any way he could.