The avengers were hanging 100 ft off the ground sans one. Steve was dispatching the last of the kidnappers on the ground. They could just see him if they stuck their head out of the cage.

"How do you get them down." Steve growled at the leader.

"You can't," the person sneered "The cage is rigged to fall if anyone below it tries to get it down. You'll severely injure them if you cut the rope and they fall from that height." He smiled smugly. Steve looked at him for a sec. Then punched his lights out.

"How are you guys," Steve shouted up at them. "did they hurt you?"

"No friend Steve. None of us are hurt, though banner is still out from the sedative they used."Thor shouted down.

"Thor can you fly everyone down, or can tony?" He shouted was tony that responded.

"No tony can not! The bastards broke my flight stabilizers, there is no way i can fly now. Thor can't fly all of us. They chained us together the fuckers." Tony yelled.

Steve muttered sarcastically "He can't even stop swearing to save his life can he."

"What was that Capsicle?" Tony shouted.

"Nothing tony"

"So how are you planning to get us out of this Capsicle"

Steve muttered "There is no other way. You can't leave them. You can control him, there is nothing to be worried about."

"Steve what are you muttering about down there." Natasha yelled.

"Guys i want you to promise me something." Steve suddenly said loud enough for them to hear him.

"Not to tell that you're gay, because OUCH.." Tony started

"Of course Steve what do you need." Natasha said

"Please trust me, and don't hate me afterward. promise me please." The last came quieter but they heard him.

"Friend Steve, of course we trust you and why would we hate you?" Thor said.

Steve took a deep breath " I've been keeping a secret from all of you. Please don't hate me ok" He stepped back into the shadows. They seemed to swallow him. They heard a chuckle that sounded remarkably like Steve but darker. " Couldn't do anything huh, Stevie."

"Steve?" Natasha asked.

"Hmm, not quite Natasha Basically but not quite. You can call me Stephen." The man said as he stepped out of the darkness right where Steve had been. He was of Steve's height but less muscled and more compact. He had Steve's face, but he had black hair that went to his shoulders. His expression was more malicious than Steve ever looked. He had leather pants on. A white poets shirt with leather vest over it. With knee high black leather boots. The most eye catching thing was the massive black wings on his back. With 4 colored feathers on one wing 6 on the other. At the bottom of the wings.