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[b]The Triskelion
San Fransisco, CA[/b]

The smoke poured from the Triskelion like an inky, black smog, turning the San Fransisco sky into tar. Small fires still raged across the island, but most of the blazes were now under control. But a fire still raged in the heart of Captain America as she surveyed the damage, both structural and human. This was the ultimate insult by the Red Skull. He had hit her and the team right where they lived, and then he waltzed out as if he had already owned the place. This after a year of seemingly being one step ahead of them at every turn. The Red Skull was living up to his name, and now the SHIELD agents dying around her were paying the price for her failures. And she would not let that go unpunished.

"Cap," Sam Wilson, codenamed Falcon, approached from behind her. Wilson had become a strong friend and ally since she joined SHIELD, and he was always right behind her when jumping into the fray. "I wanna fry this bastard."

"Damn straight," Bobbi Morse agreed. Her and Morse had rarely seen eye to eye, but she was a good agent. She knew when to follow orders and perform.

"We'll get him," Steph seethed. This time she meant it. There was nothing that was going to stop them this time. There was no protocol. There was not due process. She was going to find the Fourth Reich and bring them to their knees. And then she was going to make the Red Skull wish he had never been born. He tried to destroy the only extended family she had ever know. He had tried to kill the people that were responsible for her. Most of all, he had tried to destroy her father's legacy. Tried to destroy her legacy.

That wasn't something Captain America took lightly. 

"So where do we go from here?" Bobbi asked, kicking some debris around with her feet. "We've barely been able to track this bastard before. With out the tech in the base we're even more in the dark then we were before."

Steph stood, ash sifting between her fingers, falling slowly to the ground. She looked at her two teammates and said, "We do it the old fashioned way. Find out where the blasts came from. Find out the components of the bombs. Try to see if that leads us back to the Skull and the Reich."

"You think that's going to work?" Wilson was skeptical.

"It's all we got," Captain America shrugged. She patched herself into SHIELD's communication network, "Hill, you read me?"

"It's loud where I am, but I got you, Cap," Agent Hill's voice responded. "What do you need?"

"Start having agents taking forensics. We need everything we can get," Cap commanded. "And once that's done, requisition us a ride. It's time to go hunting."