Captain America

Sharon Carter

Captain America was out patrolling around midnight that night in New York City. He was far from his home at his apartment in Brooklyn, but he enjoyed the city just as much as he did his birthplace.

He saw a figure above him, flying around his hurtling form. He looked at the African-American man and knew instantly that it was Sam Wilson, the super hero known as the Falcon. He seemed to be upset about something or someone in particular.

Both men landed on a rooftop. Cap tied his shield on his back and on his shoulders. "Hi, Sam. What's up?"

'Nothing much. Just doing my usual crimefighting business in Harlem. I found this guy who has been supplying drugs to the kids on the street. He calls himself the Pusher. I may need your help on this one, Cap."

" I'll be glad to help. Does this guy have any super powers? I'm sure you're aware that other drug dealers have been granting his addicts super powers through the use of synthetic drugs. He calls himself the King Snake. Crisis and Sonik have apprehended him recently."

"No, this is an entirely different entity. The Pusher is a normal guy but his influence is far wide." The Falcon paused, as he guessed that Cap was wondering why he would be needing his help on this at all. "No, I don't think we would need any more help on this, which includes Crisis and Sonik, but we could use Agent 13. She is living at your apartment, isn't she, Steve?"

"We could pick her up now."

"Let's."

Steve Rogers' Apartment

As Sharon Carter was talking to Cap and Falcon, SHIELD Agent Deborah Walker escorted Maria to her room. They were going to play hot Wheels together. Maria needed a sitter while the two parents were off playing hero with Uncle Sam.

"I definitely want to help you to stop this drug dealer," Sharon Carter said, eyeing the closed door to Maria's room. "I just think of Maria getting near drugs at such a young age and I just shudder."

"Enough talk," Cap said. "Let's go. You everything ready, Shar?"

"Yes, I do, Captain. I got my SHIELD uniform on and my service revolver." Agent 13 paused. "How do you expect me to travel all the way to Harlem without a car?"

The Falcon stepped up. "That's easy. I'll carry you."

"Just don't get fresh."

The three adventurers laughed uproariously.

And then, they were off, with the Falcon taking to flight with Sharon Carter in his arms, Redwing by his side.

As they were flying over Harlem, minutes later ( Cap was bounding from rooftop to rooftop), Captain America asked a question. "So, Sam, you think that the Pusher is at this crackhouse tonight?"

The Falcon answered. "Yes, I do. He visits it every so often because he wants to keep track of his addicts and his drug dealers. So, let's not waste another minute and go in there and bust some heads..."

There was a loud crash within the crowded crack house in Harlem. In came Captain America on his motorcycle, the Falcon by air, and Sharon Carter, Agent 13 of SHIELD carrying her service revolver. She was the only one who had the power to kill the crack heads by outside means. She was also the first one to move, seemingly immune to the sad state of affairs in front of the three heroes.

Sharon had faced many threats to humanity and the people that inhabited NYC in the years that she has been a covert agent of SHIELD. She has faced gangs, terrorists, other drug dealers, and even super powered threats to the human race like the Red Skull. She took this all in stride.

"All of you are under arrest for trading drugs and other illegal substances by order of SHIELD!" Sharon ordered, waving her revolver in the air and pointing it at the fleeing druggies.

"Look, it's the man only it's a woman," one druggie said, as he took out a switchblade and unsheathed it. He approached Agent 13.

"Stop your activities this instant or I'll shoot!" Sharon shouted. She pressed on the trigger but didn't shoot yet.

Cap hurled his shield at the attacking drug user to knock the knife from his hand, barely hurting him, as the knife fell to the ground and the shield returned to Captain America.

"We don't kill innocents," Cap said. "I thought I made that clear when we fought White Light."

Sharon smirked. "And it just so happened that a beam that White Light shot at you, bounced off your shield, and killed him instead. How convenient."

Cap lowered his shield. He then faced Sharon, ready to trade words and blows with her. "I thought you were on my and Iron Man's side on this."

"This is a war like time that we're living in. And I'm not talking about the American occupation in Iraq. We've been on a war against drugs for decades now. We have to stop it at the source. Now. Before it's too late for the young children."

Cap frowned. "But that doesn't mean we have to kill the ones responsible. They need to be brought up on charges and face the trial that is theirs. Killing is never the answer for criminals." He paused for effect and then continued. "I know all about war, Sharon. I know about the effects of war. Many of my colleagues and friends have died under the hand and thrall of Nazi aggression."

The Falcon felt that now was a good enough time to intervene and play the part of referee. He stepped between the two warring factions and made an observation that was not too obvious to them. "Well, incase you two haven't noticed and while you two were talking, our perps have escaped. The crack house is empty. And the Pusher was nowhere to be found."

Sharon returned to her angry face. "Oh, that's just great! If you didn't stop me from stopping them, this wouldn't have happened, Steve."

"C'mon, guy and girl, let's go back to my apartment and regroup," Cap said, and soon the three heroes were out the door before the cops came.

While the Falcon flies over the sky with his super-powered wings and his bird Red Wing by his side, Captain America rides in his motorcycle, talking to the Falcon via CB radio headsets.

"I think it was a smart idea for you to leave Miss Carter at home with Maria," The Falcon said. "It seems that when the two of you are together, you do nothing but argue."

"Yes, she has issues with me. For instance, she didn't approve of the idea of me adopting Maria when I had no experience of being a father. She has been very headstrong recently."

Suddenly, there was a gunshot and one of Cap's tires blew, sending him hurtling onto the sidewalk and against a brick wall.

Seeing the damage to his tire, the Falcon made a left arc down to the waiting streets below. "Cap, Steve, are you all right? What happened?"

Cap took off his helmet and set it aside by the wrecked vehicle. "Yeh. I'm fine. Just caught me by surprise is all."

"What do you think caused it??"

Then, a man in a three-piece suit appeared, brandishing a firearm.

"That's the Pusher," the Falcon screamed. "I'll get him." The Falcon swung in circles around the Pusher, while the drug dealer fired an array of bullets upon bullets on the Falcon. But he evaded them with ease.

There were wails of sirens as cop cars came onto the scene. Out of a parked police van came dozens of Code: Blue agents. They hurled more bullets at the advancing Pusher, not even coming close to hitting him. The Pusher fired back, nicking some Code: Blue agents on their body armour.

"Hold your fire, police officers, I'll handle the Pusher," Cap said. Cap hurled his shield at the Pusher, maneuvering another move like he did in the crack house, and made him drop his gun.

With him weaponless, the Code: Blue agents rushed the Pusher and arrested him.

"I'm sorry about your 'cycle, Steve," the Falcon, Sam, said. "I feel like this is my fault."

"It's not your fault, Sam."

"But if I hadn't dragged you into this mess, then the Pusher wouldn't have shot at you."

"But he didn't shoot at me. He shot the tire on my 'cycle. I'm okay, Sam. I'm not hurt, only winded. But it was a stroke of good luck because he found us before we found him. He must have been damaged by that crack house attack. He probably heard about our blunder on the news and wanted revenge."

"You're right, Steve. Let's go home."