Steve ran back down the ally, "*Do you see anyone?*"

"*Negative. None in sight.*"

Pressing his back against the wall, he peeked around the corner. Dust still floated about and shredded paper fell aimlessly. The blast shattered a nearby shop's window and knocked back a sign. A black hole gaped up from the ground. There was no other movement. Windows stayed dark. That light down the street still flickered.

The quiet returned.

Something was missing. The... He closed his eyes, frowning. "*A cat tripped the IED. Everyone keep your guard up. M7, what's the status on the specials?*"

"*Checking the last box.*"

"*All be prepared to head back to base.*"

Steve jogged toward the gate, heading over to the trucks. Morgan looked to him, "We have 2 boxes of 50 cals, 'bout 1000 rounds each. 7 boxes with AK clips. 4 with pistol clips."

"Where were they hidden?"

"Under some floor boards and a hollowed out wall."


Officially on hiatus.

I'm sorry. I had written well into this chapter. But my laptop decided to restart on me. And I lost everything but this bit. So discouraged.

Something was suppose to happen on the way back to base. Steve remembers a little bit. Then a mission that signals the beginning of the rising action. Tony pops up. Fury gets chewed out big time. Avengers ban together once more. Badass fight in the Middle East. Wins. Steve returns to New York. Some domestic Avengers and just an overall good ending for Steve.

That's my story very much simplified. I hope I see the continuation of this. If so I'll just replace this with a full chap. :D