<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/the-avengers-image09.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">  <strong>Name:</strong> Captain Steve Rogers<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Captain America<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Brooklyn, NY<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 6:30 AM EST, Friday<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> N/A<br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">He was at the recruitment center for the U.S. armed forces. For the third time. His application was being denied. For the third time. He was being injected with the serum, giving him superhuman strength and stamina. He was in Germany, leading a specialized team to stop Hydra from harnessing the Tesseract's power to make weapons. He had been on the aircraft set out for bombing the United States. And he was piloting the plane when it crashed into an ice field.<br/><br/>Steve Rogers awoke with a start. He realized that he had passed out sometime last night while training in the underground gym that S.H.E.I.L.D. had provided for him. Not that he was worried that anyone would find him there. Director Fury had been the only one who knew about the place, and seeing as he was in hot water with the powers above him, no one was aware of where Steve had been at the present time. Not that he minded at all. In fact, he generally preferred to train without any distractions. He was able to train better when he was concentrated on what it was he was doing.<br/><br/>He thought back to his dreams. It hadn't been since before the Chitari invasion that he had flashbacks. A long time had passed since he had fought Hydra, even from his own perspective. He had other duties now, specifically to S.H.E.I.L.D. and the Avengers.  He got up and and stretched, and then proceeded to check the cellphone that S.H.E.I.L.D. had issued him. He had missed calls from both Maria and Tony, as well as messages from both wanting to know where he was. He ignored the calls, knowing that they were really in a power struggle. He disliked both of their agendas. He knew that Tony was trying to control the Avengers as much as possible to inflate his already massively-sized ego. He didn't know Maria as much, but he did know that S.H.E.I.L.D. had been putting funding into using the Tesseract to make weaponry, making him not trust them in general. Either way, the two of them had been focussing too much energy into obtaining power, without emphasis on getting things done. But that wasn't what was important.<br/><br/>What was important was training for the next time that the Avengers were called on. He took a punching bag from a line, and hung it on a chain suspended from the ceiling. He realized since the Chitari invasion that even with his superhuman strength and stamina, he knew that he was the least powerful of all members of the team. His shield helped him a lot, but without it he would be nowhere near as powerful as Thor or Tony, let alone Bruce. Even the 'weaker' members, Natasha and Clint, had skill sets which he couldn't hope to match. Which placed him as the weakest link in the chain. He was the most vulnerable, and thus in need of the most training. If the team was to do better, then he would have to improve. All the while while rethinking the training's impetus, he was punching the bag harder and harder until the chain snapped. Breathing heavily, he picked up another bag, hanging it up. He didn't have time to rest.</span></span></div>