Prologue Ladies and gentlemen. You asked, we answered! On the behalf of the entire nation, I would like to introduce your NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA! It is an honor to accept this great title. The honor that comes with it has, I admit, been tarnished by a sequence of events that took place several months ago. We all remember Hydra, and how Steve Rogers, or a look alike, became Hydra Supreme, and took over our country. We remember the carnage that followed as well. I remember it well. I was there. I saved the President of our country, and because of that, I was asked to be the next Captain America. Some may ask, but what of Steve Rogers? We all saw the video. He quit. He resigned his role as Captain America, and gave it to Sam Wilson. A man so undeserving of this honor that corners of the internet came alive and demanded it be given to someone else. I am the person you demanded! There is a problem of course. Wilson has the shield. This one, the one I’m holding is not the actual shield. Which is why Sam Wilson is now a wanted man. That shield is mine! That shield belongs to the nation, not you! Some may be asking who exactly is behind this mask, and this new updated suit. My name is John Walker, and I am your new Captain America! Ever since Steve had handed him the mantle, Sam Wilson knew something like this would happen. The Government would not like it. Sam was being searched for already. He had packed what he could in a duffle bag, and his suit and shield in two separate bags. He could carry all of them at once, he was strong. But he was not Steve Rogers. He had no serum. John Walker had become Captain America a week ago. Sam was disturbed at who online was supporting the man. Some were respectable people. Others were members of the right, or the far-right. Groups like the Watchdogs, Proud Boys, Oathkeepers, 3 Percenters and more. He looked out his window. SUV’s were pulling up outside on the street already, along with a transport. Armor-Clad men, toting guns, hopped out of it, and from the SUV’s poured armed agents. He looked at the sky, where a blackhawk helicopter hovered. A rope dropped from it, and more armored men slid down it, accompanied by the one man Sam Wilson did not want to see. John Walker, clothed in his U.S Agent suit, now recognized as the uniform of Captain America. Well, Sam would have to leave his clothes behind. He set to work, putting on his uniform, connected his shield to the magnetic link on the back of his wing backpack. He opened the window and whistled. Redwing, his pet falcon, swept into the room, perching on his shoulder. He could hear Redwing's thoughts. What’s up boss? I have a plan, Sam thought. He detailed it. Nice, Redwing thought. He swept out of the window and out of sight. Sam gripped the ledge of the window and hauled himself up. Below him, the agents scrambled, pointing their weapons skyward. Sam leapt. For a brief half a second he was falling, and then through the push of a button on his left glove, the wings of his suit extended, and the pack’s mini thrusters fired. He could have tried to get away, but it was impossible because of the Blackhawk. Instead he dropped down into the agent's midst. He took his shield off his back and hit the nearest one hard in the chest. The man collapsed. Gunfire popped, and Sam lifted his shield, bullets pinging off it. He swung his body around, launching into a spinning, flying kick, taking down three agents behind him. The Blackhawk opened fire. That was when Redwing appeared, flying into the Blackhawk, digging her talons into the pilot. The copter spun wildly in the air and started to fall. Sam saw Walker out of the corner of his eye, winding up to throw his shield. He leapt sideways, extending his wings and folding them in on himself as the copter hit the ground with a crunch and burst into flames. Sam unfurled his wings and jetted forward, feet out in front of him, slamming into Walker, who went stumbling backwards. Sam dodged his first blow and punched the man in the chest. Walker retaliated, striking out with his shield almost a dozen times. Sam blocked each blow with his shield, and fired up the wings again, trying to repeat his previous move, this time with more power. Walker caught him by his ankle and swung him around, throwing him away from him. Sam retracted the wings and somersaulted to his feet, throwing his shield. Walker was unprepared. The weapon caught him in the chest and bounced back to Sam, who caught it and threw it again, and again, bouncing it off Walker’s chest, legs, and head. The man fell to the ground, and spat blood from his mouth. He struggled to his feet and heaved his shield at Sam. Sam dodged it, and it went spinning down the street, and buried itself in the side of one of the SUV’s. The surrounding agents were trying to regroup, but being harassed by Redwing and an army of birds that she had evidently gotten to help her. Walker reached for something at his hip. A holster. Sam brought his shield up and dove at Walker as the man fired. Several shots glanced off the shield but one found Sam’s upper thigh. He ignored the pain, and struck a hard blow to the other man’s jaw with his shield. Walker's head snapped back and he collapsed. Sam activated his wings and soared into the air, Redwing following behind him.
