<div class="floatleft">(http://media.knoxville.com/media/img/photos/2011/07/14/captainamerica_t300.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Steve Rogers/Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backstreets of Boston<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>Steve had heard enough. Alex and Anna Marie had made a lot of assumptions about Piotr's guilt and or innocence. Most of what they were saying was what they wanted to be true not what they knew to be true. Poitr himself was using the age old excuse of "doing good makes up for the horrible things I was also doing" excuse. Steve didn't know if Poitr was guilty or not. He wanted the man many called a gentle giant to be innocent but wanting something to be true and it being true all too often are not the same.<br/><br/>Poitr obviously still thought of the Avengers as interlopers regardless of their intentions and he could see the muscle ripple every time he looked to where Steve and the others stood. He claimed he didn't want to fight but he sure as hell was thinking it. Steve had stayed back for just that reason. Approaching would have only started an argument that no doubt would have ended in blows. No, if this became a fight then it would be because Poitr wanted it that way.<br/><br/>Watching as Vision made his case Steve was suddenly amazed that he had not considered the option. Had he too been blinded by past encounters thinking this would only end with combat? No, he didn't want that but he had fallen into the war time mentality of black or white options. Thankfully there were more open minded individuals about. Vision had come to the idea as a first option, it would seem, though Steve knew he had figured all angles in the blink of an eye. Stepping forward to the buildings edge he raised his hand for all to see. As he opened his mouth to officially approve the idea, an all too familiar sound cut him off.<br/><br/>Sentinels. What were they thinking? Why would they send in such blatant icons of mutant oppression when the team was on sight? The blood drained from his face as he played out the horrible devastation in his mind from such a battle. Striding along the roof top and clearing the short jump to the next roof he confronted the skull faced robot that had spoken. "STAND DOWN! THE AVENGERS HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL!" He knew it was a lie but things had been stable thus far.