<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/12/122233/3779435-captain_america__the_first_avenger_ipod_wallpaper_by_stephencanlas-d53esbp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Steve Rogers/Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natasha, Jan, Clint, Bucky, Pietro, Jenn, Marvel, Danny<br/><hr/><br/>As they were all talking, a simple massive ship was suddenly floating through the city. Jan was the first to say something and Steve slowly nodded his head, whistling low. "Hoooboy. Avengers...you know the drill." Reaching back, he effortlessly removed his shield from it's resting place and snapped it onto his forearm. The shield didn't come out unless things were serious, and since he definitely counted a ship the size of a skyscraper touching down in his backyard serious, it was time to put it to use once again.<br/><br/>Captain America had been given command over the Avenger's for many reasons. His tactical brilliance and natural charisma being chief among them. However, a more intangible aspect was that he was smart enough to know that even if he was in command, good orders were good orders. He never felt the need to pull rank as long as the suggestion made sense. And Jenn, or She-Hulk now, had just given some pretty good ones. She wanted him, herself, and Adam to head to the ship. Draw their attention and keep eyes off of the secondary team focusing on evacuating the Baxter Building. Though, considering the trouble Reed and the Four often brought directly to the building, he wouldn't be surprised if it was warded, shielded, protected against everything, and had the best evacuation plans and routes in the city.<br/><br/>Still, a little help from the Avengers never hurt. And they'd need the FF for this, so someone needed to get into contact with them. Before they all left, he decided on an addendum. "Anyone not on Strike team or Rescue team, try to evac anyone you can to the nearest subway or safe point. We've got no idea how this thing works, troop or vehicle numbers, anything like that. We're fighting blind basically and we need to keep as many civvies out of harm's way as possible." Hawkeye went off to get something from his bag of trick arrows Steve presumed and when he returned, he furrowed his brow. "Send out a single Quinjet on auto-pilot attack mode. Let's see what type of air defenses this thing has. We don't wanna send you guys or anyone else up in birds only to have your wings clipped five minutes into the fight."<br/><br/>He didn't have an answer for Natasha's question right then, but the look on his face said he had an idea. And what he was thinking was just a multitude of questions that only caused more questions. No answers. It didn't make sense for Wanda to have donw this. In her current state, aside from getting lucky, he wasn't sure she could handle Spidey much less Hulk. Steve did however crack a joke with Bucky when he complained about not getting paid by the hour. "Come on, Bucky. Salary plus commission is the way to go. Now you get paid for every bad guy you can confirm down on top of just showin' up." He smacked his best friends metal arm, and nodded at him and his favorite spy as they went to get started on their own part of the mission. Turning to the massive, caped hero, he looked over his shoulder outside. "Hey Adam; can I get a lift?" He got the ride he asked for a few moments later, and after a stomach churning plunge straight down, he was dropped off right where he was most useful. His first action was ripping a car door off and helping a couple and their child out of the remains of the vehicle. "There's a subway entrance one block over. Get there and hurry! Tell anyone you can on the way to go with you. Things are about to get messy up here."<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelmovies/images/c/c7/Heimdall_DarkW.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131101085426)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adam Brashear/Blue marvel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stark Tower/New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Outside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>His Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natasha, Jan, Clint, Bucky, Pietro, Jenn, Steve, Danny<br/><hr/><br/>While the others spoke, he stayed silent. It was true he'd led his own version of the Avengers on two separate occasions in two separate decades, but he had no problem following orders. It was much easier for him to just punch things than come up with plans anyway; although his plans were usually pretty good. His enhanced eyesight took in the ship as it appeared, looking for openings, hatches, structural weak points. Anything that would make it easier to bring this thing toppling down. No, it was right smack dab in the middle of New York.<em>Correction</em>. Anything that would make it easier for him to dump it in the ocean and help SHIELD fish it up later. It was well designed though; he could see that much.<br/><br/>She-Hulk gave out orders before the Captain did. She certainly didn't outrank him, but Steve was a man he knew well. And having both led men into battle in war and...whatever you called this. They both knew that orders didn't always have to come from the top to be followed out. Her idea was good enough for him. He heard Iron Fist's footsteps before he came through the door. He turned to face the martial artist when he joined them, and watched as he went to the window. He asked what the ship was, and Adam's cracked his knuckles loud enough for everyone gathered to here.<br/><br/>"Scrap metal in a minute," he joked with as much seriousness as he could muster. When they all mobilized, Steve asked for a ride, and Adam obliged. Leaning forward, he was suddenly in the air and flying. He scooped Steve up and hit a 90 degree turn going straight down, then he leveled out right above street level and let go. He watched Steve landed on his feet already at a full sprint. "Good luck, Captain! I'm heading up top! Call if you need me!"<br/><br/>Spotting a lone figure floating in the sky, he quickly zoomed up to meet them, then stopped only a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest. "Quasar? Didn't expect you to be on Earth, but those Quantum Bands of yours sure could come in handy right about now. And just to catch you up. That ship is bad. Our job is to take it down. Plain and simple." He could tell by the sword in her hand that he didn't need to ask if she'd help in their endeavor.<br/><br/>"Now let's see what this thing is made of." Flying back down to street level, he hefted a tanker truck over his head and flew up before hurling it at the ship. Against something that size, even a tanker full of gas blowing up on it would probably only scratch the paint, but they needed to know.