<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.gofobo.com/files/news/550w_showbiz_chris_evans_mens_health_1_1_0.jpg?1309543960)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Steve Rogers/Captian America<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stark Tower/Gym<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Picture<br/><hr/>Steve had settled into the tower with relative ease. His quarters where lavish by most people and indulgent by military ones. Still Stark knew how to live and Steve had been in the tower for several days without need of leaving. The kitchen was always stocked, entertainment and news feeds from all over the world as well as a list of other amenities that would make a jet setter proud much less an old soldier like himself. He found himself in the gym this particular evening pushing himself to work off some of the cabin fever he had built up of late. The combined weight of himself and the stacked full barbell made the bench groan. He had seen that Tony had added equipment for the stronger members of the group but the idea of being the first to test it seemed...unwise. Setting the bar back into its cradle he sat up panting and looked at the clock. It was late and he had been in the gym for the better part of 4 hours. He tossed a towel over his shoulder and headed for the lift up to the main suit. If any of the team was around they would be there or have left word there anyway.<br/><br/>The lift binged and Steve turned to the right headed for the kitchen. A tall glass of orange juice is exactly what he needed. As he cleared the dividing wall between the lift and the main room he caught site of some of the others. Peter had arrived though always in costum. Some of the team knew and others didn't but that was for Peter to decide not Steve so he went along with the charade. Slipping quickly into the kitchen he grabbed a small jug of O.J. and moved around to the other exit back into the main room. Leaning against the dividing wall he listened to the others. Peter hung from the ceiling like a speed bag and Steve had warned him of that fact in the past but he rarely got hit so he couldn't scold the youth for his actions. In fact he had to admit that it was a great way to be in the center of a conversation. Jennifer had apparently just arrived as well and stood next to one of the couches with remote control in hand. Natasha was still in her work attire yet relaxed. Steve never tired of seeing her around. Of all the team she was his closest friend.<br/>