Steve trained in the practice room with his shield in hand.
Naturally, he had returned Mjolnir to Thor.
Steve was not the sort of man who coveted treasures.
Bang!
A left hook, then a right hook!
Steve hammered the punching bag with powerful, whistling blows.
He showed not the slightest sign of fatigue.
"Captain." A member of the Avengers Squad's support staff pushed open the practice room door.
"Something unusual is happening in Hell's Kitchen." He handed Steve a set of video records.
"A large number of mysterious disappearances?" Steve looked at the records in surprise.
Nearly eighty people had already gone missing!
Most of the missing people were neither gang members nor addicts.
Many were ordinary people with regular jobs, and some were even children.
Steve could not stand by any longer.
Steve left the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.
He headed for Hell's Kitchen!
Hell's Kitchen was a peculiar place.
During the day, it was every bit as orderly as some of the safer neighborhoods.
But once night fell...
Hell's Kitchen belonged to chaos.
From the edge of a high-rise roughly thirty stories tall...
Captain America, Steve, looked down over Hell's Kitchen.
Every streetlamp and every hurried passerby passed before Steve's eyes.
"Hm?"
Steve noticed something happening in an alley.
His target was a tall creature that appeared to be human.
He only appeared human because the fellow was floating in midair.
The dark, unlit alley was long, but narrow.
At most, it could accommodate a single bicycle.
The residents on either side even threw their garbage straight out their windows into the alley, leaving it reeking with a foul, fishy stench.
Even in an alley like this...
A man was still racing along.
He carried an unconscious child in his hand, making no attempt to hide it.
Yet the few