Captain America - "On your left" ~ The Lemisis

Captain America stood on the rooftop of Steve's Apartment, shield glinting under the city lights. The wind carried the faint hum of the Helicarrier overhead, while Avengers Mansion’s distant lights reminded him of the team he’d sworn to protect. The Night Nurse had patched up the last of his bruises, but tonight felt different—darker.

Professor X rolled up beside him, mind calm but eyes sharp. “They’re coming for you, Steve. Taunt them—draw them out.”

Agent 13 appeared from the shadows, pistol ready. “I’ve got your back.” Brother Voodoo stepped forward, talismans glowing. “The spirits are restless. Fearless Determination will see us through.”

Daredevil perched on the ledge, senses razor-sharp. “I hear them. Hard Knocks incoming.”

Cap raised his shield—Captain America's Shield—and felt the familiar weight of Captain America's Helmet settle into place. Super-Soldier Serum coursed through his veins, Defensive Conditioning hardening his stance, Enhanced Physique making every movement effortless. Armored Vest sat snug under his uniform, with an unflappable resolve in his eyes.

The enemy arrived—shadowy figures, weapons drawn. Cap stepped forward, voice steady. “Taunt—come at me!”

The first wave lunged. Cap met them with Heroic Strike after Heroic Strike, shield flashing. Desperate Defense turned their blows aside. When they overreached, he Shield Tossed the shield in a perfect arc, ricocheting through the crowd before snapping back to his arm.

Stop Hitting Yourself—he redirected their attacks, forcing them to strike one another. Shield Block absorbed a brutal hit, preventing all damage. The enemy faltered, confused by his unbreakable wall.

Fighting Fit kept him moving. The Power of Protection surged through him like a living shield. The Power in All of Us bound the team—Professor X’s mind linking them, Daredevil’s senses guiding strikes, Brother Voodoo’s spirits weakening the foes, Agent 13’s shots pinning them down.

One final push—the leader stepped forward, weapon raised. Cap met his gaze, shield up.

“On your left,” he said quietly.