<div class="floatleft">(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> Stark Tower, Common Areas<br/>  <strong>Time:</strong> 4:30 PM EST<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Virginia "Pepper" Potts</strong><br/><br/><br/></span></span><br/><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;">Steve arrived at Stark Tower, awestruck as always when seeing it. It was massive, being the largest building in New York, and dwarfed every other building in the near area, putting in perspective the biblical "Tower of Babel." The only thing that could match the building in size was Tony's ego, the main reason for the grandeur of the tower in the first place. To anyone except Tony, approaching the tower gave one a feeling of being diminished in comparison.<br/><br/>Steve had come after realizing that he hadn't brought his shield to his gym, an incredibly careless error on his part. It was his greatest asset, even able to withstand the power of a demi-god. Without the shield, Steve's powers could only go so far. In addition, it would be good training to get back into the field as Fury had suggested a few months ago, and they might have a mission for him to go on. He had been pretty much useless over the past few months, and it was time to put his training to use. The fourteen mile run was also good training, taking just over an hour for Steve, because of his stamina and speed. He stepped inside and stood motionless in the lobby as the computer system scanned him, as a security measure.<br/><br/><br/>"Good afternoon Captain Rogers," a computerized voice said. "How may I be of assistance?" Steve was still taken aback slightly whenever he heard the computerized system communicate. He still hadn't quite gotten used to modern technology. He regained his composure quickly though.<br/><br/><strong>Good afternoon to you too JARVIS. First, do you know where my shield is? I may have left it here. Also, are there any missions that I could be sent on?"</strong><br/><br/>"Your shield is with your other belongings in your personal living quarters. As for assignments, I have none in my database and Mr. Stark is currently approaching S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters due to a personnel dispute, and isn't available. If you would I can contact Mr. Stark or Director Hill after he lands, to see if they have any projects available for you."<br/><br/><strong>"No thanks, JARVIS, I'll wait until Tony get's back from his trip. I'd rather not get involved in their growling match right now. Thank you."</strong><br/><br/>Steve headed into the elevator and started heading up to the floor with the team's living quarters -- if you could call them that. Though all staff had dormitories, members of The Avengers had something more like massive apartments. With the exception of Bruce, whose living quarters were deep in the basement, each of them had one on the fiftieth floor through the fifty-second. The high-speed elevator brought him up in a matter of seconds, making Steve's ears pop as it rushed up in a matter of seconds, and halted in a dizzying way. Steve stepped out of the elevator, and walked over to his apartment. He hadn't stayed much there, not really liking the feel of all of the modern appliances and systems. He briefly glanced out the window, looking over the Manhattan skyline, still somewhat shocked at how much New York had changed since the 1940's.<br/><br/><em>Now, where did I put my shield?</em></span></span></div>