Into the Night
The two walls opposite of the ancient buildings, long since neglected, have seemingly given up on who holds more ancient wisdom and rather, who can accumulate more dirt.
Who has more grime caked in between the cement grains, a city inside a city of handlaid brick.
The alleyway was silent, except for the sound of animals coming to watch the silent battle, and steam hissing up from the sewers. And a hooded figure who would have remained hidden if not for the sound of it rolling something in it's pocket. It lifted it's wrist up closer, looking at the time, before muttering quietly. "Where the hell is he.."
A person emerged from the end of the alleyway, shadow hiding it's face, the hooded figure jumped. "It really is you." He said, seemingly in awe.
"Do you have it?"
"Y-yeah. I hope you appreciate what that took to get." He rubbed his arm gingerly. "Damn Greek ninja girl nearly killed me.." The figure handed something to the person in the shadows, as he looked at it. It appeared to be an ancient looking parchment, with a dulled but still prominent gold ribbon along the edgings. He outstretched his other hand as if to give him something, before the hooded figure shook his head. "No, I don't want it. The fact I could actually help Captain America is enough."
The figure made the slightest of movements, showing the briefest glimpse of blonde. "Thank You."
"Hey wait."
The man stopped.
"So, do they still call you Cap now?"
"Steve's fine." He politely replied.