Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Steve Rogers (knowsthevalue) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Suited up and shield in hand, Steve did as he promised. He'd been making rounds regularly, reporting back, and keeping everyone as informed as he could. Just like old times and just as he always did. The dutiful captain tending to his supposed flock at all times.

Just as Ultron said he'd do for the rest of his living years.

That quiet life would never be Steve's endgame and he was still attempting to stomach that. He believed he did a decent job at hiding it most of the time, but that was neither here nor there. Not at that moment. He had to keep his head clear and his focus alert.

He didn't need any of the residents coming across the handful of bodies Steve, himself, had found just an evening prior. They weren't familiar, didn't appear to be anyone from the building, which was a genuine relief. Real or not, they still deserved answers.

Steve just wasn't sure he wanted to find them.

The wounds had been messy and different from any he had ever seen. Until he had gotten a closer look to realize there were literal bite marks puncturing flesh. Steve was aware of vampires and the like thanks to his attempts at catching up with pop culture. He had just never come across one. None that he knew of at that moment.

Holding tightly to the sturdy, leather straps on the back of his shield, Steve had been following the sounds of trouble. Seeing the flash of blonde with a swift movement, he followed. Raising his shield to attack, the brave Captain America came to a horrified stop. The sight had caught him by surprise, throwing him, momentarily, off his guard.

"What the hell..."