<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> Grand Central Station/En route to Shield hideout<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 13:50<br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> Black Widow <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Civilian Clothes.<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Natasha recovered quickly and began retreating with Steve right behind her, keeping his Energy Shield at the ready for any further attacks from the Ultron Drones, of which there were plenty. As he thought, they were after Black Widow and himself, but they definitely didn't care about any civilians caught in the cross-fire, and while Steve managed to protect himself and Natasha, each strike clashing mightily against his Energy Shield, there was little he could do for all of the people dying around them. Filled with anger, Steve hurled the shield again, this time putting a spin on it so it came at a Drone from the side as it was busy attacking a crowd.<br/><br/>Catching it upon it's return, he felt Natasha tug on his arm, and followed her off of the platform. At first he didn't understand where she was trying to lead him, but quickly caught on. Natasha was one of the highest ranking Shield Agents in the world. So naturally she would have knowledge of several different safe houses that Shield kept handy for situations just like this. But Steve felt conflicted. Able to hear the Ultron Drones attacking, and the screams of those in danger, he felt the urge to try and fight, to save lives. Natasha probably knew Steve felt this way, and urged caution, as neither of them were exactly equipped for this fight. Steve had his Energy Shield, and while it was a potent weapon, it wasn't on the same level as his Vibranium Shield, and Natasha didn't have any weapons on her. Like this, he knew the odds were high that they would simply join the list of those dead. But that didn't make running away any easier to accept.<br/><br/>Pulling away from him, Natasha began to leave. Steve looked back down the tunnel from where they had came for a moment, fists clenched angrily at the sounds of explosions. Sometimes it was better to flee, and live to fight another day. Even though it went against every fiber of his being, he turned and followed after Natasha once again. "Let's hurry. We have to get a handle on this before it gets any worse."