Lost and Found (Steve Rogers)

[Felia Heart]

It had been a few weeks since the sighting of Caprica when she left. Despite being not fully healed from the metallic wounds she had received, she just vanished, leaving the mixture of worry and a thin layer of fear about why she suddenly just left. This event forced Felia to rethink about staying in this location incase of danger. Therefore she left and went west into a town....or city called Livingston. It wasn't to far from edinburgh but far enough to feel safe again.

But that was then....Now she was in hiding wearing her work clothing, the clothes she wore when she built her home. Stained, ripped and a sent of metal and dust mixed into it's thin bright brown fabrics. Her trousers and short-sleeved shirt. Topped on this she wore a thick, slightly torn coat, and a piece of discarded fabric that she managed to rap into a holding skirt. this wasn't a fashion statement. She was simply frozen to the feeling of wanting to sneeze where ever she walked. This was not like her home environments. It was so cold here, and the coldness seemed to smudge into the life around it. Like the sky, the people around looked grey and miserable, with the appearance of cold hearts.

She played a simple homeless mugger, or thats what people saw her as. She kept the ship far from sight, it meant alot of trekking, but it also meant that know one was willing enough or crazy for that matter to follow her. She travelled around looking for things to take that was discarded, or food to take to keep her strength. Her stealth was picking up as she only got caught once, it made her whole body jump and her bloody pump so fast, Felia almost believed she could run over waters.

Still...Despite the miserable lifeforms, the land was sweet and green, with some even yellow. It smelt nice and frosty air was clear and clean making her want to inhale deep breaths every now and then.

This particular day she was just traveling, after the previous day of picking up many networks she was determined to trace out what they were from the physical side of the aspect. While traveling she cam across what seemed rather intriguing. Her eyes widened as she came closer to this white boxed item. Touching it she could feel metal so it was defiantly machine, and the back was silver. The front had a lid that contained a round metal cylinder. All this information was blossoming Felia's buds of interest that had been sealed for so long.

Weary of the people around her she waited till the coast was clear and her mind was not fearful but alert again. Walking around it she eventually attempted to lift it, with great difficulty. It was unusual for an object of metal like this would way so much. Endlessly in no though she continued to jerk at it, creating little movement of progress.

[wonderman]

Steve had only been in Grate Britain for two days, when he came to this town, or village, called Livingston. He always did have trouble telling the difference in the correct title. He came to a small pub, where he had been informed by one of Dane Whitman's informants that Parker was hiding out in. It seemed strange that someone with absolutely no ties to the country, would chose to hide out here, but then he was a wanted man in America, so he decided to atleast check it out. After all, with the other Avengers and some of the X-Men looking for him in the states, it wasn't like he was really needed there at the moment, anyway.

Wearing a pair of tan trousers, a white button up shirt. and a tan duster, he was able to blend in very effectively, as he walked in and sat down over at a small, corner table, facing the door way, waiting to see if his prey would show up, or not. He had been sitting down for just over a minute, when a young, raven haired waitress approached his table, smiling. "Care for a drink, love?" His face was stoic, as he looked up at her and nodded. "Sure, a cup a tea, two sugars." Thanks to a small device sewn into the collar of his shirt, it sounded like Steve was as British as his young hostess, which helped to keep suspicion down and for the time being, which suited him just fine. She nodded, and walked away to fix his tea, leaving him to watch the door, when he heard a slight, barely noticeable sound of something heavy, being dragged on the ground, just outside of the pub's walls. He was going to let it be, until three men ran past the pub's opened doors, shouting at someone. "Hey! It's that blasted thief again! Get her!" Thinking it might be one of the Hood's lackeys, or even Janet, he quickly stood up and ran out the door way, along with others from the pub.

[Felia Heart]

It was starting to become a strain on her interest, trying to tug it all the way back to the ship. The weight was pulling her muscles and it did not move so freely while connected to the floor. This made moving this object rather awkward. Still she kept tugging at it, using the shorted route possible to get to her destination without a thought in the world of the public. Her patience was thinning, almost cracking due to the noise it made when friction to the ground. She almost didn't hear the noise of the man chasing her screaming.
"HEY! That's my washer!"
Washer? What's that? It looks rather two big to be an item of nuts and bolts. Besides it was discarded on the street, unwanted, surly he wouldn't of minded.
Still he continued to charge at her, wild and furious with a venomous look in his eye. He was prepared to do some damage to her in his way of seeing punishment to this 'crime'.
Instantly she scurried into the streets. Passing them at top speed like a maze. Searching for any particular small, unused or silent access into another street to keep herself ahead and hidden. She wasn't sure which way it was to the ship now that she was off course, and her PDA was away in her pocket, far to unsafe to stop and expose it to gain knowledge of which direction to turn to to get home.

[wonderman]

Being a super soldier, Steve easily ran past the other, less fit, men, allowing him to catch a quick glimpse of the "thief", as she attempted to run away from her pursuers. While she didn't look like Janet, and stealing parts from an old washing machine didn't fit her normal personality, he knew that she was no longer the Janet he had known, which meant this could well be her. Either way, he wanted to know for sure. He stayed on her tail, vaulting over fences and anything she knocked down with ease, before he spotted her again.

I could trip her up with my shield, but I don't want to risk injuring her. Looks like I'll have to do this the old fashion way. With that, Steve dove for her legs, attempting to trip her up and tackle her to the ground. "Sorry about this, but I have a few questions for you!"

[Felia Heart]

She was running, running so fast, taking all available routes, logically picked to lose the tail of the people following her. Yet her adrenaline kept pumping, she could hear someone....or something following her, it was fast, it looked blue from the traces she saw with her eyes.

Without warning, her legs were in the air and her face was approaching the floor, she was tripped by this blue creatures. She force her hands between the ground and her body to keep herself safe. She thudded down pretty hard and skidded a few meters forward. She didn't take long to hoist herself up...several times as her left hand ached, and her legs felt bruised.
Getting up she instantly pulled out her electronic device, designed to EMP or overdrive droid processing systems with a high voltage blast. Holding the button down it went into a charged blast. Holding the Black back she called.
"Back off! $%*$£" She cursed in an alien language that in english dictionary similarly meant the word...twat.

Her eyes gave a secret fear however showed only anger like eagle eyes stalking the prey.
"What on earth do you want?!" Her lips her pursed and expression, serious and almost raging.

[wonderman]

Steve easily avoided the blast, ducking underneath, before throwing a leg sweep at the back of her knees. She didn't look like or sound like Janet, and he could tell she wasn't using a holographic desguise, nor did he feel the familiar tingle in the back of his brain, which he usually told him of a telepath messing with his mind, so he didn't think it was her. Still, he did want to know who he was dealing with, so he pressed a button on his Avengers' communicard, which was currently in his pocket, and activated the voice recorder. Even if she was disguising her voice, it would be able to clean it up and try and id her through SHIELD's database to see if she had a record or anything.

"I just want to talk to you, and we can do without that foul language. My name is Roger Stevens, and I'm with Scotland Yard, working a case of recent roberies in the area." While it wasn't entirely the truth, it wasn't a lie either, as he was working with the local athuorities, through SHIELD, and they did know him as Roger Stevens, so if she checked out his story, they would verify it. He then went to snatch her hands and pin her down, hopping to avoid a shock blast, and get her to calm down, when her heard someone shouting, and it was only a few streets away, and was distracted for a second.

(Sorry if I mispelled Scottland Yard. Let me know, and I'll redo it)

[Felia Heart]

Felia tumbled to the ground releasing the blast into the air. Hitting the ground the already bruised parts of her body yelled out to her screaming in rebellion. Her leg refused to get up, leaving her only one to support her up with the other holding as little wait as possible, could even of been twisted. Her anger for this person was frothing up and her eyes became violent, like a cat sensing death. Seeking her missing weapon she spotted it distance from her, but closer to her them of this stranger. Her logical mind analyzed her body's state, she could make the jump and her body could still withstand the movement involved. She took no delay in jumping back into a roll, gripping the weapon before tumbling and sausage rolling with her facing wonderman a good few meters back. The weapon in charge once more she fired a weak voltage as a warning shot to him before re charging the voltage. Simultaneously she activated her ear piece and spoke binary code to E.V.I.E
Quickly, track my signal and pick me up with the ship, we must make a haste escape

She eventually called out to the savage who kept on attacking her.
"Look, i no nothing of your law, but i am pretty sure attacking damsels in distress is against it." Although she had many planets in mind that were in favor of otherwise. Her mind suddenly picked something up when she swore in an alien language......He picked it up.
"Wait! Since when could you speak Thyferran." Admittedly her language was similar to the common language in the universe (english to this planet). However, could it be there was others like her here.
"Are there others here?"

[wonderman]

He was impressed with her speed and tenacity, as she was obviously injured by the way she winced when putting any weight on her leg. Still, he didn't want the angry mob to find her in this state, and try and get a measure of "justice" against her, for just stealing parts to an old washing machine. "Perhaps we should have this talk somewhere else, shall we?" With that, he reached for her left arm and went to pull her into the shadows of an adjacent alley way, as three men, each carrying wooden club like bats, ran past them. He waited until they were gone, before stepping out of the alley.

Steve could read the anger mixed with fear, in her eyes, a look he had seen many times during the second world war, mainly in the faces of the young soldiers, the first time they saw a concentration camp, or saw the bombed out ruins of once great cities. Most people might have mistaken that look for one of pure hatred, almost like a caged animal, but Steve could also read something else in her eyes, a softness that was hard to see, unless you knew where to look, it was a look he had seen a number of times in the eyes of his fellow Avenger, Wanda Maximoff's eyes. "I'm not here to fight or hurt you, I just want to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. Have you seen either of these people around here?"

He handed her two photos, one of Parker Robinson, and the other of Janet, both out of costume. He didn't want her to know exactly who they were, and he carefully watched her body movements and language, to see if she gave away any hint that she was lying to him, signs he learned to read after years of dealing with spy's and vaudevillians. "Thyferran? I'm afraid I never heard of it. I guess our languages are just similar." He said, keeping his voice down, as he didn't want any of the villagers to hear what was being said, or for them to find them, either.

[Felia Heart]

The stranger hoisted her up and dragged her into a nearby dark ally-way as the angry mob went past, she pushed away and backed the distance until she was touching the opposing wall. She listened as this character identified his purpose of attacking her and rummaged for something. Seemed to be some kind of detective or security officer. Still in all the planets there was none she had seen that wore such unusual color sequence and materials. He pulled out two pictures and showed them to her.
One feminine and the other masculine. She stared pointlessly before her eyes travelled back to his.
"How would i know?! I just got here!" She rebelled back defensively. Back of her mind she wondered why, she could track the networks and cybernetics of this world to see if she could trace them. But still, he was too dodgy. Jumping on young women and then showing pictures of other people and asking if he had seen them. It seemed wrong and she felt threatened.
Her eyes suddenly picked up a low rumble as the road that she had came from revealed a large shadow crossing. In mathematical judgement it was a matter of seconds before being within sight of the thin, dark ally. Instantly she shot a quick blast of electricity at this figure and ran, her leg grinding with pain as she left the ally way to come faced with the opened cargo door. She did not pause before jumping onto the door and rolling in as the door and ship instantly lifted upwards. The door closing. The ship had to hurry or he would be able to catch up, remember her injury of and his perfect health and figure.

[wonderman]

While I have had my share of run ins with alien species during my carer, I'm still not convinced she is one herself. Probably should have asked Sage to loan my a telepath, but this is personal, and I don't want to bring in someone who wouldn't understand that. He thought to himself, as he put the two pictures back in his duster, inside pocket, turning his attention away from her for only a second, when he noticed the vibration of the ground, like a mini earthquake. "What on Earth? We're not on a fault line, so what's...." His attention turned up, as he noticed a huge shadow over the land, which helped confirmed that she might be telling the truth about being an alien. His attention was quickly drawn back to Felia, when he saw her raise her weapon and fire it at him, which he barely dodged with a tuck and roll, and then threw a sweep kick which missed, as she managed to make it back into her ship.

Unsure that he should charge at her without his shield, he pulled a tracer from a hidden compartment in his belt, and hurled it at her ship, which magnetically attached it's self to the ship's outer haul. He stood by, as the hatch closed, knowing that as long as she never found the tracer, he could track her anywhere on Earth.

[Felia Heart]

The ship soared through the air piloted by the droid as Felia lay where she had previously rolled to. She could hear the ships thrusters and the alien technology that fueled it eternally. It didn't take long before the ship was perched back to the earths crusts with another heavy thud where it lay before. Not far from the city.

Felia lay there semi-conscious of what was going on around her, the pain starting to tire her to sleep.