...11:30 AM...

...Hellicarrier 2.0...

"You lured everyone here to lose," George said. "And to make me humiliate myself using a crappy shield!"

George drops the wooden shield on the table with a loud clatter.

"About time you realized it," I said, looking up from the various weapons brought in from the intruders.

George turns furious.

"You knew I had a wooden shield all this time?" George said.

"It was not in the book," I said. "But it was an accurate guess."

George narrows his eyes towards me.

"I assume you have a better one," George said.

"That I do," I said, leaning my hands on the table. "But you have to earn it."

George frowns.

"Why?" George asks.

"Because you are taking on a role representing your country," I said. "I know you may have super human in your genes but that does not cut it."

"They told you what I did." George said.

We are alone in this very room.

The Hellicarrier 2.0 had gone off course during the attack by the strangely sableye HYDRA members. Elizame, instead of Shawn, got lost during Tonya's escape. The Hellicarrier 2.0 is above the Michigan sea right beside the remote Bermuda triangle where flights go missing and so do hikers. Shawn is going through the video records to the security cameras in the room Tonya had been kept in. Prisoners do often speak to themselves about their plans to get it thoroughed out.

"Of course they did," I said. "But that does not matter to my decision."

George raises a brow as his mood calms down at least.

"Then what are you judging me on?" George ask.

"Nothing," I said. "But so far...I have only seen a mortal wearing a suit that is not even paying tribute to his country." George raises a brow. I sigh. "I have seen the suits on the videos." I slide the broken shield off the table. The wooden shield breaks apart landing on the floor. "And your suit resembles somewhat that of Shawn's."

"It is very popular," George said.

The rotating small rounded machine picks up the mess using a wagon and tows it away through a square opening in the left hand wall resembling a dog door. I am not exactly sure where the idea to make such a doorway for cleaning machines had come from.

"I do not mean as in full decoration," I said, walking alongside the table. "Let me show what I am trying to say."

I use magic on the wall.

The wall turns into glass, a whole capsule with a mannequin wearing a futuristic yet very Captain America themed costume is on. It is a suit capable of making the mask fold back into the suit. George gasps at the sight. I did not hear another word from George. The white lights are beaming on within the display.

"You know what Steve used against a thug before he came a important figure?" I ask.

George turns his head towards me with a perplexed yet stunned reaction.

"Steve used the lid of a trash can," I said. "And Bucky told Steve to enlist shortly after saving him."

"How...How do you know that?" George asks.

I had a short laugh.

"Steve told me a long time ago," I said. "He had a lot of stories to share."

Well, the Steve I knew at least did.

"I guess he did," George said.

I sigh.

"I want you to give a trash can lid a shot and ditch that government approved suit," I tell George. "You are the living embodiment of America, figuratively, not the government."

Shawn slid into the room.

"Yo'!" Shawn shouts. "I know where Tonya is heading!"

"For the sake of the stars, let it not be New York," I said out loud.

"It is not," Shawn said. "It is in HOLLYWOOOD!"

In California.

How cheesy.