<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>Steve Rogers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York Streets...or what is left of them<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The Avengers, Little Jimmy<br/><em>It seemed like a good idea at the time...</em><hr/><br/>Steve had to make a choice between Jimmy and letting the Wizard escape, it was an easy decision. Steve sprinted as fast as he possibly could towards the boy, dreading he would miss the boy my milliseconds and also be a causality of the wayward chopper. With no extra time to doubt himself he flicked the shield onto the asphalt as he grabbed the boy and timed his back landing onto it just right. The shield was used like a slide, dragged his feet behind him. The friction of the asphalt ripping his sneakers apart before he lifted his feet enough to send him spinning wildly down the street with the momentum and a crashing fireball singing at the soles of his feet. It looked like a koopa shell, a turtle on its back spinning away to safety but as soon as he had a chance Steve rolled onto his front and slid along the street. His jeans quickly took on a grunge look and his scrapped his knees and legs enough to give him a good case of road rash.<br/><br/>With Jimmy still safely in one arm, his hand reached for his shield and without thinking he spun like an Olympic discus thrower to gain some momentum. He saw Ares, saw the hammer fist about to bitch slap the wizard into the earth and if Steve did his math right and the man with the forcefield had no other tricks up his sleeve he was about to experience a combo in gaming terms. The shield ripped out of his hand, setting a course just below the location of the leader of the filthy four's current location. Steve was panting and he was sure Jmmy was dizzy but he was very much alive...<strong> "You all right kid?"</strong>He asked, setting him down and keeping a protective stance over by him in case any other threats emerged suddenly.