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Tell me James, what do you want from this life?
-- Valentina Garcia

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JAMES ROGERS POV/GENERAL POV

The story starts in a grocery mart where the protagonist is shopping. He's questioned if he is going to buy the groceries currently in his bin. He struggles for a moment to think of the proper language before spitting out a response making the grocery lady very happy.

As the lady rang him up she began trying to sell him a bunch of stuff, he simply denied it all with a bright smile. And she seemed to laugh him off as a dumb tourist who didn’t know any better it was perfect.

He left the supermarket with a small wave and pulled the baseball cap further down his head. It was his Mets hat, one of the few possessions he had actually bothered to bring to Colombia. The rest was in an Apartment down in New York, he hoped Pym still checked on it periodically like he asked.

Then again was that fair to ask of Pym when it had been such a long time since he had checked in at all? He shook his head and continued his trek towards his destination.

He loved the early morning, it was rarely at the point where it was too hot, and yet the constant warm air was a delight. He genuinely didn’t mind the constant street vendors trying to haggle him…well on most days he didn’t. But some days he did, and so moving around in the morning made it easier to move around.

Less people were there to point out he was a tourist, as if his American clothing and below average Spanish accent wasn’t a good enough indicator. Maybe if he ever got a tan he’d risk it, but it had been two months and he still looked the same, so he had chalked it down to the serum somehow fiddling with that as well.

Either way, even in Colombia he was noticeable. People tended to notice International icons after staring into their eyes for so long, so he liked to keep moving.

Walking through the streets he saw a couple of the Vendors scrambling to get ready. Ready to dance, sing, and sell whatever it took to make some money for their families.

As he traversed by the string of nightclubs he had to shake his head, and clear his mind of his first couple weeks in Cartagena. Constant propositioning, on what felt like every corner as early as 5pm.

No one had seemed to care that he was only 17 so he stopped bothering to tell them that. To be fair the age of consent was different here, but it didn’t make him any less weirded out, at night he had begun forcing himself to go around the part of the city that he was so obviously not ready for.

Once he had gotten past that section of the city, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose and he allowed himself to smile. Over the past two months this is where he spent most of his time when he went out, at the Cafe’s. Specifically the Bocagrande Cafe. Probably one of the smallest shops there. But he had tried most of the shops and believed they were the best.

“Good Morning Mr. James!” A cheery yet gruff voice called. It could only belong to one man and that was Mr. Morillo. He turned and saw the larger man, thick mustache and full head of hair despite his advanced age. The corner of his eyes crinkled, indicating his happiness, and it truly was infectious.

“Good Morning Mr. Morillo.” James greeted back cordially, he had done so nearly every day for the past two months.

“How are you? Have you met anyone lately?” He questioned and made a point to give him a little look.

James couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped out as he heard the old man. He had asked him the same question for a month.

“No sir, it’s still just me.”

This time it was the man’s turn to laugh as James answered the same way he had for the past month. The larger man clapped him on the back and patted his head like he would to his own son. And James let him, no longer as put off by it as he was the first couple of times it happened.

“I don’t get it. A guy like you shouldn’t be all alone.”

“It’s okay Mr. Morillo, I like it this way.” James responded, this time without nearly as much vigour.

“Ahh, but no one likes being alone forever my friend.”

James didn’t respond to this, he only frowned to indicate to Mr. Morillo that he didn't really like this conversation. However the man still smiled, maybe a little sadder this time.

“Don’t worry James. We all find our place eventually.”

“Right.” James agreed hesitantly.

“Good! Now how about you take a seat at your spot, yes? I can get you a cup. Unless you rather wait for Valentina?”

‘“I think I'll wait. Thank you Mr. Morillo.” James thanked the man and went to his favorite place up top of the terrace and watched the morning sky.

Like always, Mr. Morillo’s short conversation had given him a lot to think about. With him he was always reminded of the fact that he had been here for two months and had yet to really find his place.

Every conversation made James wonder why he didn’t hop on the next flight out of Colombia and go back to his friends. Go back to the Avengers.

And sure you could probably deem that a failure, but at this point he wasn’t sure he cared. He’d just go back to the Mansion, and back to being Captain America. Clearly it was the only thing he was good at, and the only thing the world wanted him to do.

Dani would probably understand. Right? “What am I saying?” James muttered under his breath to no one in particular. He began to tap the table in annoyance as his mind continued to wander.

Even if this sabbatical thing had been a total failure he couldn’t just leave yet. Cartagena was a beautiful city, and the people were amazing. But there was more to the city than most of the locals understood.

It was probably the biggest port city in South America, and recently he had learned that it wasn’t just coffee leaving and entering these docks. And until he dealt with that, leaving wasn’t an option.

This in itself was a failure wasn’t it? He had left to do something other than be a superhero, and yet it was the first thing he had done when he entered the city. What was wrong with him, couldn’t he do anything else?

“What’s wrong my love?” The soft voice immediately shook him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see Valentina Garcia, the girl who had sat down and drank coffee with him nearly everyday since he had found the little coffee shop.

She worked there and so their interaction was constant. It was honestly the only interaction he had outside of talking to himself. Valentina was Afro-Colombian and so she was darker than the common Colombian, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her pretty. She was tall and had long dark brown wavy hair. She was always dressed in nice expensive clothes despite still being in school.

She was going to be 19 in a couple of months, so she was a little older than him, but he didn’t really care.

“Nothing Valentina, I'm fine. How are you?” James insisted, making sure to smile, those usually distracted her.

“I do not believe you James.” Her English pronunciation was very sounded out, and the accent was very heavy. But he also liked it when she spoke, it was pretty and the most impressive thing was that she learned all of her English from James in their limited morning meetings.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Hmmm, we both know that’s not true Señor Secrets. No one knows why you stay.” Valentina pointed out and passed James a cup of coffee. Instead of answering he took a drink of the cup, and he wondered if telling Valentina everything would be so bad anyway.

Yes it would be bad you dummy. Telling Valentina everything is something else entirely. Stay focused.

“I told you I’m just visiting.”

“Ah yes, trying to find your purpose in life. So why do I not believe you?” Valentina asked. There was an odd seriousness to it, that almost made James tense, but he had gotten used to these sudden turns in conversation with Valentina. She was perceptive, she was going to kick herself for missing what was right in front of her.

“Because you can never trust a pretty face.” (Because you can never trust a pretty face.) James smiled and told her with a shrug

“Yes that must be it, and yours is very handsome.” (Yes that must be it, and yours is very handsome.) Valentina grinned, causing James’ heart to flutter just a little bit. Take off your hat for me love."

James acquiesced to her request and took off his hat revealing his blonde hair. It had taken him a couple of tries dying his red hair to make it look like a natural blonde. He eventually got in contact with Daisy who gave him some S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff that did the trick. You would have thought he was born blonde with the way his hair looked now. Though his untouched eyebrows were a dead giveaway.

Still it had been the biggest help in maintaining his identity. He looked exactly like his father would, but not many people actually knew what that looked like anymore, so he was just fine.

“Perfect, you are beautiful James.” Valentina told him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I feel like that should be my line.” James said, causing her to laugh. She removed her hand from his hair and took a drink of her own coffee. Before settling on James again.

“Maybe, but it’s true. You are, how do you say…a specimen? Yes, that’s it.”

“Gracias, cariño.” (Thank you, sweetheart.) It made Valentina blush and that was his intention, however it made him blush too as he wasn’t used to saying anything like that.

They were sitting across from each other but Valentina quickly picked up her chair and placed it beside James’ and sat down with him, shoulder to shoulder. Much more contact than he was used to with her.

“Tell me James, what do you want from this life?” Valentina asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

That was the question wasn’t it? The question he had been asking himself since Torunn had made him realize Captain America all day everyday wasn’t viable. What did he want? And what was he willing to do to have it?

Did he want to be a Soldier? Maybe if he did then he could pick up his things and go work for S.H.I.E.L.D. they’d hire him in an instant.

Maybe he could do something like that but on a lower level, like teach self-defense classes or something? Live on his own and see the world.

Maybe a mix of both, maybe it wasn’t just about what he was going to do but who he was going to spend it with. But if that was the case, why didn’t he just go back to New York, his friends were there weren’t they?

And they were his best friends…so why didn’t that feel like enough anymore?

“James?” She picked her head up, and looked at him. It was another of those curious looks. One of those looks that said she knew that he was more than he let on, and that she was trying to piece it all together.

“I don’t know Valentina.” She continued to stare at him for a while before going back to rest on his shoulder, she seemed to be fine with the answer, aware enough to realize that was the truth, even if it wasn’t all of it.

They sat on the terrace and watched as Cartagena came to life, street vendors, musicians, and the like popped out their stands and began the life that was Cartagena. Eventually Valentina had to start working as more people filled in the little cafe and that’s when James took his leave.

A small kiss on the cheek from Valentina, and he was off to home left alone with nothing but him and his thoughts. The scene switches for the first time, once again James thoughts.

Home. He’s had a few of those in his short life. Thinking about the small getaway home in the borough of Brooklyn that for a few short years was home. His father, his mother and him. He was young but even then he could tell life was great and his happiness was undisputable.

Of course things change and change quickly. After Ultron defeated the Avengers, home quickly came in the form of the Biodome. Home was Tony, Jocasta, Pym, Azari, and Torunn. That was home.

That was family.

Then came Francis, Vision and Bruce after they defeated Ultron. Along with them came the Scavengers and suddenly his family had expanded past 100 people. Amadeus and Riri joined in. It wasn’t too long ago he would suggest he was content with life, so what changed?

Well the Avengers moved back to New York. To Avengers Mansion, finally back in civilization. The Scavengers all broke off and became S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and for a couple of months the world didn’t really need the Avengers.

Everything was fine. Peaceful. And astoundly it was the hardest struggle with life James had in a long time. It was kinda embarrassing but he simply didn’t know what to do now that the world had peace and it ate at him everyday.

When the Wrecking Crew showed up it was like a blessing. Suddenly he didn’t have to think about what to do, instead he was given a task he could do on autopilot. Fighting, mission, supervillains, it was something he could do everyday if he was asked too. And Torunn quickly pointed that out.

Forced him to finally think about life outside of superheroics, and of course give him a midlife crisis despite the fact that he wasn’t even old enough to drink. Barely old enough to drive even.

It’s why he forced himself to give up Captain America, give himself a chance to find out what sticks outside of fighting.

Cartagena Colombia, this was where he was going to give himself a chance to figure it all out.

“Some chance this turned out to be.” He muttered and released a small sigh. Still in the end he really only had himself to blame.

Doing his best to forget the war waging throughout his mind. James put down his groceries as he began to unlock his front door.

It was crazy to think he had an entire house to himself at 17 in a foreign country. The house was pretty big too. A couple of bedroom’s, bathrooms, a very large kitchen. A huge TV, game systems, and whatever Tony thought James might need while in Cartagena.

However when you looked around, it didn’t give you the feel of home. There weren't any pictures, or mementos to remind James of who he was because that was just too dangerous.

There were other things he could do, but most of the time he found himself sitting in front of the TV with his laptop, idle chatter would be on in the background whether it was football or the news. And then he’d simply search for things to do around Cartagena sometimes mostly during that first month he’d get up and go do them. Nowadays he found it was a short internal debate before he kept searching.

Eventually he would get so bored that his eyes would turn and start looking for other things. He’d find his duffle bag filled with things he promised himself he wasn’t going to do and he would begin his research on the drug ring he knew was running rampant in Cartagena.

He only had himself to blame. When he had come to Colombia it had been with a purpose. He had chosen the city because of things he had read in his Mother’s journal. She talked about how she had a mission gone wrong in Cartagena, and how the Jimenez family had taken her in, patched her up for a week and probably saved her life. That had been the reason he decided to go to Cartagena and now he couldn’t find it in himself to turn away.

The drug ring that was brewing was something he had been watching for basically his whole stay in Cartagena. Immediately when he picked up on it, it was something he simply couldn’t let go. Not until he knew the problem was dealt with.

Of course he hadn’t immediately tried to dismantle the ring himself. Instead he had gone around giving information to various police stations. Information incriminating enough that it shouldn’t have taken as long as it did for them to act. But it quickly became clear that they had no plans to subdue anyone so he began planning to do things on his own.

It wasn’t what he really wanted, it felt like he was giving himself a way out, but he couldn’t let these things continue, not when he still wasn’t sure what was going through these Cartagena ports.

The plan was to bust whatever deal was going on and then give S.H.I.E.L.D. a heads up on the situation. And after that he would more than likely pack his things and go back home. Probably not to New York, but maybe somewhere in America.

He’d say bye to Valentina and it might hurt a bit but aside from her there just wasn’t enough to make him stay in Colombia, and he could admit that.

James set down his laptop and started at the duffle bag that sat on the small coffee table across from him. He had gotten it from S.H.I.E.L.D. on a last second request before he made the trip over.

For the first time since he got there he opened up the bag and saw his new “suit”. It was very close to what Director Fury would wear. S.H.I.E.L.D. blue with white stripes from the shoulder to the center of his chest. At the center was a white circle and in the circle was a white star. On the underside of his arms there were patches of red. And then brown fingerless gloves, boots, along with a utility belt.

If you knew who you were looking for there’s a chance you might realize this was Captain America. But in most cases he didn’t look that different from any other S.H.I.E.L.D. commander. Of course he had his energy shield. And despite the fact he changed the colors to blue and grey, it was still a big hint. Not many people used that type of weapon.

James closed the bag back up and rubbed at his eyes before checking the time. It was only 10:15. “Food first.”

Then he would bide his time, and later tonight he would make his move. It seemed his trip to Colombia was a bit of a failure, but at least he could help out with this.

The scene switches once more this time to the ports of Cartagena. The port in Cartagena wasn’t just one of the biggest docking and shipping centers in Colombia. It was one of the biggest sites in the entire world. Everything came through these ports at all times of the day. And it usually shipped it’s imports all across Latin America. And of course exporting goods to the North American, European, and African countries.

However what they were best at was creating the shipping containers that exports and imports usually arrived in. Security wasn’t too tight at a place like this which wasn’t a good thing, but in most cases one shouldn’t have to worry. However even if security was tight it wouldn’t be hard to pay workers off to allow certain things to go through. Things of the drug variety.

Marijuana, Cocaine, Heroin, Meth, Narcotics, and tons of other drugs that might be able ruin lives if given the chance. This port was undoubtedly one of the biggest parts of the South American drug trade, and he might not have noticed if it wasn’t right in his face.

This is where James found himself now. He watched as the 3 cargo ships, the last of the bunch of exports left for North America. That should have been the last thing the ports saw all day.

But he saw as more than a few workers stayed around, and went out towards the backend of the ports where 6 containers laid, all of them were bright yellow. A vast contrast to the one’s he saw prior which were all blue, green, or red.

There shouldn’t have been any more ships docking at the port but eventually James saw one ship pull up towards the back of the coast anyway. It was obvious what was about to go down. And James was going to stop it.

Quickly hopping from container to container, James found himself hiding around the docks and managing to scope out the place while doing it.

It seemed that waiting for the ship was only five men of varying heights and weights. None looked too special though one riddled with tattoos from his face to his fingertips was obviously in far better shape than the rest. He bet all his money on him being the leader. But the light security wasn’t what surprised him.

No his heart froze as he heard a loud scream and then an audible smack. Suddenly it was just whimpers in spanish. And he could hear as men and women begged for their lives while a young child cried.

“Hostages…Why do they have hostages? Nothing…Nothing indicated hostages.” James spoke to himself softly.

He watched as they dragged out six hostages. 3 women, 2 men, and one young girl, she couldn’t have been more than 10 years old. How could they have gotten dragged into this? Had they known he was tracking them and brought the hostages as some sort of incentive to not do anything?

He wasn’t exactly sure but what he did know was that on that docking ship there would more than likely be more thugs ready to help out if anyone interfered. He needed to move now and fast.  Protect the hostages, and stop the shipment.

With one last glance at the formation of the goons. James turned on his energy shield and took a running start off of the shipping containers.

There was one man guarding the hostages and four waiting for the ship to dock and so his first target was the one guarding the hostages. He flew off the container at high speeds and quickly his knee flew straight into the man’s face. Sending him straight to the ground knocking him out.

“I’m only giving you one warning. Surrender now.” James told the other four. But instead of surrendering, two of them quickly swallowed a pill. And the other three began running to the rapidly docking ship.

“No!” James yelled and lurched forward thinking it was some form of cyanide. But as he reached the tattooed menace his grin told him that something else was happening entirely. It was sudden, and far too quick of a movement for a mere human but the man shot his hand forward and a purple energy beam shot out towards.

If not for his own superhuman abilities he definitely would have been caught in the blast. And seeing as the beam smashed into one of the steel crates and caused an explosion that would have been bad.

He needed to end this, and fast. Right out of his landing he flipped over the next blast of the powerful purple energy and kicked the man in the temple knocking him out. Surprising his partner.

It wasn’t something he would have normally done so quickly, but the fact that they had hostages and seemingly the ability to give themselves powers pushed the threat level way up. He pushed towards the next man who suddenly seemed able to take control of the water around the docks and weaponize it.

His Hydrokinesis was obviously limited however and once he dodged a fourth stream of water he pounced and sent his fist into his jaw forcing the man to go to sleep. He quickly turned to the hostages and began to head over to them.

“Everything is going to be okay, just hold on.” That seemed to soothe them a little, but his eyes moved and lingered towards the small brown haired girl whose breathing began to grow more shallow. For whatever reason she was far more injured than the rest, and judging by the looks the others were giving her, none were related to her.

“What’s the story here?” James questioned and began to untie the rope holding the hostages together, however he was forced to stop as a roar rang out at the port. On reflex he held up his Energy shield, and made it larger so it protected the entire group. Moments later a blast of fire hit the shield. The screams of the Hostages were clear as it quickly began to heat up. But soon enough it ended and despite the intense moment everyone was okay.

As he got up and looked in front of him there were 6 people in front of him, 3 he immediately had to be worried about.

There was a huge green dragon-like creature in front of him, grinning maniacally, clenching his fists over and over again, clearly antsy for a fight. It was quite obvious he was the one who tried to burn him to death moments ago.

Then there was a man who would look rather imposing to a normal person. By the way he held his scythe it was quite obvious he was a mercenary. He was around 6’2, clearly over 200 pounds, most of it muscle. He had long black hair and a thick black mustache. He also sported a grin but his was more crazed as if he was looking for blood. And yet he was controlled.

The last was a girl who couldn’t have been much older than him. She had a staff and held it, ready to fight though the look on her face made it seem like she would rather do anything but. The costume she wore was red, blue and white, it had a collar and was spread out like wings over her arms. She wore a large belt and the one piece suit ended in a pair of short shorts. She had a bandana over her eyes, and long flowy black hair. She honestly seemed miserable.

“You are messing with a very delicate operation.” The male with the thick mustache spoke dangerously. To make things worse as he talked the tattooed man with the purple energy began to wake back up

“Who are you?” James retorted quickly. He needed to make a play but it was hard not knowing what his opponents could do. At this point his mind was telling his to forget the mission and save the hostages, but it was going to move them all without these people attempting to kill them.

And even though without knowing their powers he was pretty sure he could beat these guys with enough time, he wasn’t sure he would get that time. The hostages could be killed fairly easily. He needed something to turn the tide of the battle.

“Your death.” The green one spewed

“For some reason I doubt that.” James retorted easily as he sought ways to get out of this situation. He could save the hostages and then maybe throw the fight. Keep them distracted enough to make it hard on them. And also give the hostages enough time to escape. But that was a huge gamble.

“We work for the Villamos Cartel. I thought that would have been obvious. But judging by your poor accent you obviously aren’t from here. So why are you interfering in our operation, America?”

“Who are you? And what kind of super drug are you creating here?”

At this the man’s eyes narrowed, seemingly annoyed by James’ questioning. “Fine. El Dragón, La Bandera.

“With pleasure.” El Dragon responded eagerly.

“No.” La Bandera started at the same time. This shocked everyone there, and thoroughly confused James.

“YOU B***! You know what’s going to happen if yo-

But she was done listening and vaulted over with her staff and shot a blast of red energy at Machete which sent him flying into one of the shipping containers. She then turned to the Dragon and began shooting fervently at him though he fared much better and was able to dodge.

“Get them out of their bonds, I’ll hold them off, but be quick!”

Despite not trusting the girl fully yet, James could only nod and quickly head over to the hostages, in one quick slash he cut through the rope and freed them. At the moment if this “La Bandera was truly on his side then he needed to be quick to help her as well.

The adult hostages dispersed, none of them having a care in the world for the young girl who attempted to get up and run with them, however she immediately fell to the ground, and the blood dripping from her stomach was the main reason why.

“Hey, hey. Relax.” James called quickly as he picked her up from the ground. He quickly pulled out some gauze knowing it wasn’t going to be enough, but hoping she could hold on. La Bandera was already beginning to struggle and he needed to help while he still could.

“I’m going to hide you here okay? Just give me a few moments, and I’ll get you to the hospital.” He promised.

Despite her pain, she managed to nod and James managed to, for a moment, forget the girl. He ran out of the shipping container and watched as La Bandera dodged a slash from Machete’s scythe but his second was still coming around and fast, he managed to throw his shield, and it clashed with the scythe and saved La Bandera from certain death.

However he was immediately shoulder checked by El Dragon, and suddenly the tattooed man sent a blast of purple energy he unfortunately couldn’t avoid. The blast tore through his armor and grazed his stomach, immediately he started bleeding, as he struggled to get up for a moment.

He heard a loud thwack, and suddenly La Bandera was right beside him. Huffing and puffing on the ground with scrapes of her own.

“You made a grave mistake. Both of you did.” Machete growled at the two. James just sighed, annoyed that he was dealing with this at the moment. Annoyed that just because he was bleeding they thought they had the upper hand, annoyed that the more time he spent her the quicker the young girl’s heartbeat seemed to fade away.

“Hey, you still with me?” James questioned and luckily La Bandera, nodded, enthusiastically even. Still he was glad “The one who shoots those purple blasts. You take him. Leave the rest to me.”

“And what makes you so confident?” Machete growled. However James ignored him once more and helped La Bandera up.

“I don’t have much time.” James spoke, this time it wasn’t clear if he was talking to El Dragon and Machete or La Bandera. But he didn’t plan on elaborating further.

Machete and El Dragon seemed to get the hint and they rushed, Machete running at him first with impressive speed, but James was in a time crunch and there was no time so ducked under the swing of the scythe and punched him in the stomach.

“PUAHHH!” Machete yelled as he doubled over on James fist. James removed his fist and it almost seemed like the imprint of his fist was left behind, but it didn’t matter to James as Machete fell to the ground no longer willing to move. Despite the one punch knockout he still didn’t feel like he was moving fast enough.

El Dragon was next and James wasted no time flipping out of the way of a blast of fire. Despite James fighting a literal Dragon it wasn’t much bigger than him. Actually James was taller and he’d wager he might even weigh more than the supernatural being.

The Dragon was faster than Machete could ever hope to be and yet James found himself dodging with ease. He landed right in front of the Dragon and sprung straight up and slammed his fist into the Dragon’s jaw.

He watched the Dragon hit the turf and while he was still in the air he got his energy shield and threw straight at the tattooed man. It hit him in the chest and La Bandera smacked him in the head knocking him out for good.

“I need you to grab me some of those pills. Make sure this ship doesn’t leave the docks. And head to the hospital down in Cartagena. It's around 12 minutes away from here. Try to be inconspicuous. Can you manage that?” James rushed.

“Ye-yeah, I can manage that. I was wo-

“There’s no time!” James insisted “I’m sorry but you’ll have to tell me later.”  and with that James was gone he went into the shipping container and found the small girl there, lying in a small pool of her own blood. The gauze hadn’t done much.

“It’s okay, you're going to be okay.” James whispered as he picked her, she barely stirred and it only made him more worried but he had to move. On the docks was his small car with the engine still running and he hopped in without hesitation and began to head to the hospital.

The scene switches once more and a doctor and her assistant are speaking about needing to do a blood transplant on the young girl. The doctor explains that while the patient was stable for now she needed at least two to three pints of O negative blood as quickly as possible.

The assistant explains that they ran out of O Negative hours before and they were still waiting for transport from Medellin (A city around 3 hours away in Colombia). The doctor insists she doesn't have that long, but the assistant says they aren't expecting them for another four hours.

The doctor asks if anyone on the staff has the same blood type, but the assistant reminds the doctor that O Negative is the rarest blood type in the world and that no one on the staff is match. At this the doctor is at a loss, and James takes the opportunity to tell them that he is O Negative.

The doctor and the assistant had only been outside the hospital room as the little girl he had learned was called Carmen was stable for the moment. But they believed without more blood she wouldn’t make it through the night.

It had been a while since he had seen his own chart but he could always remember that he was O Negative; it was something that was always worrying to Tony and the other Avengers. The idea that he could technically give his super-soldier blood to anyone.

And then of course that his already rare super-soldier blood was in the rarest blood form on Earth. But it had never worried him or really mattered until today. That girl would most likely die without his assistance. He knew what he needed to do.

Still the doctor was hesitant explaining to James that they had already established that he wasn't family and he can't just give blood like that. Though James tried to argue that he was her best bet regardless, explaining that he was with S.H.I.E.L.D.

However the woman still didn't trust that so James decided to explain to her and the assistant that he wasn't just with S.H.I.E.L.D. but he was Captain America, after realizing he was telling the truth, James explained to them that as long as she was O Negative she would survive the procedure. They ask about side effects and James explains that if her parents were there he'd leave it up to them, but they weren't. He says that "I can’t guarantee she’s not going to gain any abilities. But I can guarantee she will be alive."

The doctor finally officially agrees but before they leave to get the procedure done James explains that S.H.I.E.L.D. will be coming and scrubbing every splatter of his blood from this place to ensure nothing happens, they will be taking measures and it was best for her and for Carmen if they didn't try to do anything with his blood. The doctor seemed to hesitate but agreed and told James it was time to get to work, ending the issue.

NotesEdit

  • This series marks the second title set in the present day. It is the first solo book in the entire universe and is considered by many as the start to the greater universe of Earth-3116.
  • This issue takes place in Colombia and because of that almost everything they speak is in Spanish. Capt10America has tried his hand and mixing both Spanish and English but found this to work much better in most cases.
  • James contradicts himself many times in this issue, saying his situation was perfect and then his conversations with Mr. Morillo and Valentina clearly disproved that. This is done purposefully to show that for James there is some good and bad, but at the moment his original problem still stands, he doesn't know who he is outside of Captain America.
  • James and Valentina seem to be in some sort of unspoken relationship.
  • When Valentina slides over and sits by James he notes that he isn't used to being in such close contact. Moments later he's kissed on the cheek by Valentina and doesn't flinch. This is because she commonly greets him this way.
  • James dyed his hair blonde so he wouldn't get recognized, it seems to have worked so far.
  • The Jiménez family and Valentina are all original characters. The Villamos Cartel, Marco Cabal, Bandera and Machete were all old and obscure characters repurposed for this series.
  • La Bandera was kidnapped from Cuba, a plot point which will be expanded upon next issue.


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