Name: Steve Rogers<br/>Location: New York City<br/>Wherabouts: Parking lot, Star Tower. Lounge.<br/>Wearing: Leather Jacket, boot's, black shirt and blue jeans.<br/>Tagging: Natasha<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://yahoo.tw.weibo.com/bmiddle/697b3ffbgw1ehc61rz4iyj21kw11xgvg.jpg)</div>The engine roar's, as the motorcycle came to a slow halt, within the parking lot of Stark Tower. The enging crack's, and purr's, before coming to sudden silence. Steve kick's over the stand, leaning his bike to one side, yet still sit's upon it. He takes a deep breath, looking over at the busy street. Turning his head, to see the buildings all around. And.... A sigh escaped his lip's. Reaching for his head, he run's his hand through his short hair. Trying to keep himself from reminiscing on old days. He found himself imagining the old buildings of New York. Looking to the road, all he can think of was how rare it was to even own a car back in his time. And, that's where he stopped. The words that came to his mind, his time, was a scary thought. It reminded him the past is gone, it reminds him what he missed, and clouds him from the here and now. Though, as much as he may try, not a day goes by that doesn't remind him of his days growing up. Or his days fighting in World War II. Back in a time where the american dream was still young, and one understood what it truly meant to be a patriot.<br/><br/><br/>Standing up from his bike, he reaches for the saddle bag. Reaching in, he pull's out a holster and a gun. With his chosen mode of transportation he couldn't exactly lug a shield around, and Nck was not liable to let Cap walk around with a shield made of a hyper advanced alloy like Vibranium. So the HellaCarrier it is to stay. For the time being at least. so the good ol'soldier's side arm was a good substitute for his signature weapon. Why he even felt the need to be armed was perplexing, but it must have something to do with how bad things seem to constantly happen around him and his team.<br/><br/>While walking towards the door's entering the front lobby, he strapped the holster to the harness hidden within his leather Jacket. A few men and women pass him by, as he made his way to the elevators. More then likely employee's, finishing up before heading to wherever they chose to spend their new years evening. As for Steve, he was to spend it with familiar company. His.... Only company to speak of any way. The Avengers. As the elevator began to rise, he felt a small jolt go up his spine. Followed by sudden weightlessness and sudden grounding just as fast. He gave a small snicker, he remembered The first elevator he had been on. It secretly terrified him. He never showed it, but deep down all that came to mind was simple. He was in a metal box, suspended hundreds of feet in the air. Brought down or up after a sudden jolt. The very concept was incomprehensible to him, let alone possible.<br/><br/>As the door dinged, and slid open. He was greeted by an all to familiar, and quite pretty face.<strong> "Nat, hi!"</strong>He said, walking straight out of the elevator and into her arms. He gave her a long, warm hug. A warm welcome for a friend that finally can be free from lies and espionage, while still helping the world.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Welcome, i'm glad your now officially an avenger."</span>He whispered into her ear, before pulling back, his hands resting against her arms.<strong>"Well now, I wouldn't exactly call this place a wonderland. Unless we turn off the lights and run a black light around, then it's something strange."</strong>He then took a step back, his hands slowly sliding down her arms and back to his sides. Reaching for his jacket pocket's, he began to look around, and so came a rather golden question.<strong>"Well, late as ever it seems.... "</strong>He said. Obviously mentioning Tony. And, as he spoke, the song ended. Moving to it's next track.<br/><br/>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4EFddbHkRo