<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blogcdn.com/news.moviefone.com/media/2013/07/captain-america-chris-evans.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Steve Rogers/Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Decommissioned Hydra Base<br/><strong>Time:</strong> <br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Black Widow, Agent Venom, Black Cat, Rogue, Wolverine, Laura, Mimic<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Civilian Clothes.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"You're probably right, Logan. Still. I'll feel better when she's here." Steve replied as Wolverine approached him, picking up on his concern for Natasha. He of all people knew how skilled Black Widow was, and that she was more than capable. But this was more dangerous than almost anything the Avengers had encountered before. He knew all of this worrying wouldn't do anything though, so he would just have to wait it out. Wolverine suggested he get some rest, but Captain America shook his head. "I'll be alright. I've been in worse shape than this before." In addition to Natasha, he couldn't help but think about those that they'd left behind. Were they alright? Ghost Rider was one thing, but leaving even someone like Deadpool behind galled at him. "I know you, Rogue, and X-23 are likely worried about the rest of the X-Men. If we can send out a message without Ultron tracing it, I'll try to get in contact with the them soon."<br/><br/>At least everyone else seemed to be alright. Rogue and Laura had gone off to find clothes, which was probably for the best. They could hardly go around fighting Ultron nude, though it was pretty easy on the eyes. He wasn't sure what kind of clothing they'd be able to find here. But anything would be better than nothing. Black Cat seemed to just be wandering around in silence. From what he knew of her, robotic invasions were likely way above her paygrade, so hopefully this wasn't getting to her. He spied Venom, or rather, Flash Thompson, sitting at a desk, having pulled the symbiote into his body and resuming his normal state. He looked worn out. That was worrisome. He knew Thompson could keep the symbiote under control most of the time, but from what he knew, it wasn't easy, and in times of stress, the symbiote could sometimes go out of control. He walked over to Agent Venom, and looked down at him.<br/><br/>"Thompson. You've had the symbiote under control for awhile now. But I need you to tell me if you start having any problems, understood?" he said stoically. He trusted Thompson, but he would still be foolish to turn a blind eye to a potential problem in their ranks. "Get some rest, Soldier. We're going to need you for this one."<br/><br/>Nodding his head, he turned and walked away from the others, heading towards the control center for the base. He needed to check and make sure all of the security systems were still in place. The base should hopefully be undetectable to Ultron, but in the event that they were, they would need all of the advance warning they could get. Sitting down at the console, he turned the power on, waiting a few seconds for everything to warm up. In a way, it was almost nostalgic, considering how much time he had spent here during the Civil War. Those had been dark times, especially considering he had 'died' in the aftermath. But he thought he would rather be dealing with that all over again right now, than this. Comparitively, the Civil War had been small time compared to Ultron's invasion. He could imagine the devastation facing the rest of the world right now.<br/><br/>The security system flashed an alert, bringing him back to reality as he scanned the many monitors that overviewed the base. Two figures were approaching the base, and as he brought them up on the monitor, he raised an eyebrow. He saw Natasha approaching the base, accompanied by...Natasha? Either the systems were malfunctioning, or he was seeing double. Standing up, he started heading topside to see this for himself.<br/><br/>Quickly arriving outside, he approached the pair of Black Widows somewhat cautiously. "Natasha?" he asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. With everything they had experienced in their careers as heroes, shapeshifters weren't a completely uncommon occurrence. He just wasn't sure what kind of shapeshifter they were dealing with here. The thought that there were so many running around in the world, such as the mutant Mystique or the aliens known as Skrulls, was often an unpleasant thought.