Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Running, running, running, panting, using the shield as a battering ram and barrier, Captain America speeds through the grid of New York streets, trusting everyone's doing their part, waiting for Tony to respond before he starts eliminating him from the equation. Before he starts panicking. (There's no room for panic, not here.) A grimace as he ducks the snapping maw of an ugly creature. He bashes it in the head with the shield in a spring of muscle, jumps over it—eyes everywhere—looking for who he imagined was Selina, looking for anything strange—stranger than aliens looting.
With a glance upward, he sees it. A craft wavering low, maybe 20 feet off the ground, going way too fast. Steve looks around, improvises, his mind moving like a second hand on a clock.
A Marauder comes for him, a tall thing that... looks like a tree with a face on some futuristic, flying bike, and he quickly scales the thing, gloved fingers on scales of bark. It's a long shot, but Cap has faith. He always does.
He springs from the thing, legs pinwheeling and hands barely catching an aerodynamic wing that cuts the thunder-thick air, his body swinging with momentum and banging into the side with a loud BANG. His breath goes out of him. He grunts and scrambles up the thing, because he needs to find an entrance and he needs to find out what's going on. He yells from outside the hull, hoping whoever can here him.] SELINA? TAKE IT DOWN—[He wants to tell them to take it to the river, but he's not sure they'll make it, but it's only four blocks. Still before he can say anything, he's slipping down metal.]