<div class="floatleft">(http://www.androidwallpapershq.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/captain_america-300x266.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Steve Rogers/Captain America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Boston<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>all<br/><br/>It had happened much quicker than he had expected. The Sentinels should have at least acknowledged him before the battle ensued. Being backhanded out of the way by one was completely unexpected. Thankfully he had brought his shield up in time to absorb the brunt of the hit but with the mass of a tank and speed to match the gigantic arm sent him flying across the roof top and through the side of an air conditioning unit. Before he could pull himself free from the machine the world suddenly fell away as the building dragged him along with the unit down into darkness.<br/>Time meant nothing in that lightless tomb and Steve wondered if he had fallen unconscious and if so for how long? He could hear sirens above as well as the calls of rescue workers. That was good he must be close to the surface he thought. Still the darkness was total until he realized his cowl had been crushed down over his eyes. He tried to reach for it but his hand was trapped inside of something though he could still move it around. Pushing his head against the rock surface behind him he pushed and adjusted the costume piece. Light finally came to his eyes and as he focused he could see that his left arm was not trapped but dislocated and limp at his side, numb from the time that had passed. His right hand still held his shield but the handle had been completely crushed trapping his hand to the disk. "Well could be worse I guess." He mussed to himself.<br/>Looking toward the light he could see that he was just below the rubble's surface the air conditioning unit having taken the brunt of the damage in the fall. Pulling his shield up he pressed it against the rent casing of the unit and pushed. It moved but just. Readjusting his position he leaned in and forced the metal plate aside and with it a sizable chunk of masonry. His shield freed into the open air he slowly followed after dragging his useless arm behind him.<br/>What he saw was worse than he had imagined. A full block of the city had been leveled and rescuers were everywhere. Pulling himself completely out of the hole he raised his shield to get the attention of a nearby medical crew but what he accomplished was to alert the gathered masses of his survival. A cheer went up and the crowd yelled his name. He appreciated their concern but what he truly wanted was someone to fix his arm and some answers. As the medical staff advanced they quickly noticed the problem and began fawning over him as if he was cracked china. "Listen.." he looked at the woman's name patch "Martha...I dont need a stretcher or a concussion check or anything else except for you to take my hand and shove my shoulder back together. If you can please do that for me I will be eternally grateful." He managed a smile even though the action of freeing himself had caused the nerves in his arm to awaken and it hurt like the dickens.<br/>As the EMT went into position to do as he asked he could see the jet was still where they had left it and that he saw no one else about. 'Dear God he thought. Were they all taken?' He shook the thought away 'No, Thor would have turned those metal beast into scrap before being taken not to mention the rest of the team'.  Still...where is everyone? Was Vision even really there or was it a distraction tactic used by the Sentinels. To many questions for now. Looking back at the EMT he gave a curt nod as she snapped his shoulder back into place.