Perhaps a little too comfortable, Steve thought as he wiped the drowsiness from his eyes. He really didn't enjoy monitor duty but it was part of the job. Even the field leader had to take his turn. Of course it did give him time to think and given recent events he needed to think.

The current Avengers League charter didn't sit well with him. There was very little he could do about it now. His hands were tied by bureaucracy. Things seemed simpler in the old days when he ran with the JSA. The good guys and bad guys were better defined. Right and wrong was the same as black and white. Now the shades of gray were so dominant it was hard to tell the heroes from the villains.

The prime example of this was Young Justice. They were all good kids. They were trying to do what was right but somewhere along the line they lost their focus. The world had rules. There were lines that heroes shouldn't cross. Yet this team had crossed them. Something needed to be done. The next generation of heroes needed guidance. Young Justice had already been described as the junior Avengers League. If this was the future of the League then the world could be in serious trouble.

In the old days he had trained Bucky and he had done well. Perhaps he needed to take a more hands on approach. He had his chance with Young Justice and he had blown it. They were under the League's roof and he had very little contact with them. It had always been his policy to lead by example. Somewhere along the line his example had been missed. It was time for action.

Young Justice had gone their own way and he doubted they would listen to him at this point anyway. However there were others. Young heroes were coming out every day. He would find these young heroes and teach them, one at a time. His Avengers League duties would have to come first, so his new students would have to be local.

"It's a good thing I live in New York," he said with a smile.

"Well done," the master stated. "Your skills have improved."

Connor smiled knowing that praise did not come easily or often. "Thank you, Master," he replied with a bow.

"Remove the blindfold," the master commanded.

Connor complied and viewed his success. Three paper targets were now pinned to the wall with his arrows.

"Come closer," the master bided. "There are things we must discuss. Today, you are no longer my student. There is nothing more that I can teach you."

"But master, you are still so much wiser than I," Conner started. "Are you certain?"

"Yes, Master Conner. I am certain. My wisdom comes with age, not training. Besides are there not things you wish to do beyond the walls of this monastery."

"Yes."

"Then go, Connor, and find the answers you seek. Remember you are always welcome here. Take what you need and go."

"Yes, Master," Connor replied and turned away.

"If this company doesn't agree to stop polluting the community with it's toxins then it's going to be removed," the man threatened. "I have a bomb here that will level this building."

Steve looked over at the other monitors. Flash was the closest to the incident. He pushed his communicator.

"Flash!" he spoke.

"What is it, Cap?" Flash answered.

"We have a possible bomber in Jersey. Here are the coordinates."

"Got it," Flash replied.

"Let me know if you need any help."

"No, I mean I've got the bomb."

"Oh," Steve laughed.

"Looks like it's just a scare," Flash continued. "The bomb squad told me it wasn't real. The guy was bluffing."

"Good job. Cap out."

Steve returned to his chair and chuckled. "No wonder they call him the fastest man alive. Glad he's on our side."

"I won't need this out there," he said and left hanging on the wall.

Solemnly, he walked through the monastery and looked around. He was taking everything in one last time. He didn't know when he would return. He didn't really know if he ever would. He had a quest. He needed to find his father. His mother had refused to tell him who he was. He only had two clues. His mother had once commented that he had his father's hair. She also had let it slip that his father had been a costumed hero. It wasn't much but it would have to do.

He nervously ran his fingers through his blond hair and walked through the monastery gate. Two monks bowed to him and closed the double gate behind him. Leaning on his staff he began to descend the mountain. His first stop would have to be his mother. She had been begging him to come see her for years. He'd never hear the end of it if he didn't stop there first.

"What's up, Cap?" Flash asked as he entered the monitor room.

"Looks like we've got a kid trying to play hero," Steve answered.

"Want me to check it out?" Flash asked.

"No way," Steve replied. "This one's mine. The monitor's are all yours."

Steve pulled the mask over his face and ran for the garage. He was on his motorcycle and on his way before Flash could object.

"And they call me the fastest man alive," Flash chuckled.

"This looks like a job for Marvel boy," Vance declared proudly.

The robbers ran for the getaway car. With ease, Vance gave the car a telekinetic shove and it rolled onto its side. The robbers saw him and began firing. The bullets struck his TK shield and bounced away. One of the ricocheting bullets struck a power line and it snapped.

The power line swung erratically. Tiny bolts of electricity danced from its end at it hit the ground and continued to swing. Vance tried to control the line with his telekinesis but lacked the discipline to control such a small moving object. A women and her daughter turned the corner and found themselves in the path of the line. It snaked toward them with a purpose. The mother screamed and shielded her daughter. Vance surrounded them with a TK shield and the line bounced away from them.

While he was distracted, the robbers pushed their car back on its wheels and drove away. The police arrived and decided the power line was a more pressing matter. Vance covered himself with telekinetic energy and grabbed the line with his hand. He tied it to a pole and started to pursue the robbers.

"Hold it right there," one of the officers ordered. "You've got some explaining to do."

He started to leave any way but was afraid that the police bullets might ricochet and hurt the bystanders that were watching. He raised his hands in surrender. The police were about to arrest him when Cap arrived.

"I'll take from here boys," he stated. "If that's all right with you."

"Sure thing, Captain," the officer complied.

"Hop on," Cap said to Vance. "We need to talk."

Vance reluctantly followed Cap's request. After all Captain America was a member of the Avengers League and they were supposed to be anti-mutant. He hoped the news was wrong.

"There's your first mistake," Cap said. "You rolled the car with the driver in it. I know he was a criminal but he's still a human being. We don't want to harm people if it can be avoided. You should have found another way to disable the vehicle. If you can lift a car couldn't you have lifted the engine instead?"

"The engine is bolted in too well. If I lifted the engine I would still be lifting the car."

"What about the tires?"

"Same problem."

"Could you remove the lug nuts?"

"No, they're too small. I don't have that kind of control yet."

"What's the smallest object you can control?"

"A baseball, as long as it's not moving."

"Could you lift the hood?"

"Yeah."

"Next time pull the distributor cap. It will disable the vehicle without harming anyone. Let's go back to the film."

Cap watched the film for a few more moments. "Do you think you could have surrounded the robbers in a TK field?"

"I could have but if they started shooting their own bullets would have cut them to ribbons."

"I see that," Cap replied as he watched the bullets bounce from the TK shield on the film. "Okay, you did the right thing there. You protected the innocent but you let it distract you from the bad guys. We need to work on your control especially smaller objects. Here's the smartest move you made all day. When the police demanded your surrender you didn't fight them. If you had, you'd be in a cell right now instead of here with me. All right, I'm going to loan you some street clothes. Come back tomorrow, out of costume. We'll start working on your control."

"Well it's good to see the good Captain's finally on board," Henry Gyrich stated.

"Actually that's not the way it happened, sir," the weasel-like assistant replied turning down the volume on the news report.

"It turns out the mutant was trying to prevent the robbery and he went with Captain America willingly. You should probably also see this," the assistant said pointing his remote at a second monitor.

The screen showed the training room and Vance Astro and Cap talking about the film.

"So now he's training mutants!" Gyrich screamed. "This is the last straw."

Gyrich's cellphone rung and startled him. He pulled it from his jacket. "Gyrich here."

"Mr. Gyrich, I trust you understand that action needs to be taken," the voice replied.

Gyrich turned to his assistant. "Excuse me for a moment." The assistant shuffled from the media room.

"What do you have in mind, Mr. Luthor?" he spoke into the phone.

"We can't attack the Captain directly," Luthor responded. "However that mutant upstart can be dealt with and perhaps that will be enough to discourage Cap's current project. I have an associate who might be able to handle this situation."

"Very amusing, sir," the woman's voice replied. "We've been offered a job."

"Is it a standard contract, Miss Locke?"

"No sir, the target is a mutant," Miss Locke replied.

"That means that the usual fee is doubled," Arcade stated gleefully.

"Yes sir."

"Get Mr. Chambers on the line. Then let's get busy. We have work to do."