Steve was suited up and eating a sandwich. His shield lay in the corner of the room, just willing him to fight.
He hadn't felt this much anticipation since WWII. He supposed he could draw similarities between the two- both about mad men intent on killing. Even if this madman was an alien from outer space with amazing powers.
But all mad men were the same. They all could be easily beaten, all had one Achille's Heel that slowed them down. He intended to find it.
His phone buzzed, using the specifically assigned tone for Tony. He knew this was his call to arms, and so pushed down his headgear and grabbed his shield, leaving to protect the one thing he truly lived for.
