To say he didn't get out much would be an understatement. Luckily, the white-house and area, although very modern, did look familiar to him. Taking in a deep breath, and exhaling a calm feeling washed over him - until his ears picked up on the sounds of a scruff amongst all the traffic and noise pollution. As dutiful as ever, Cap took it upon himself to investigate...As sure as he was that it wasn't a gang of nazis - his patriotism and heroism wouldn't let him leave it alone.

Running at a faster than normal pace, he let his over-sensitive ears guide him to the source of the fighting. The sight brought back many memories. Memories of a small, puny blonde boy being beat up in ally ways. With more force than was nessecary, he grabbed the scruffs of the two blokes beating on the poor lad and turned them to face him - the shock on their faces brought a genuine smile to his.
"Now boys, I think you'd best run home now. We don't want to be getting into any trouble, right?" He asked. And when they nodded to the large, well built man holding them the Cap was satisfied.

After watching them run off, he turned his attention to the boy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked with genuine concern. He'd been in this situation to many times to not care.

He didn't look too roughed up. A split lip, maybe a black eye by tomorrow. The Caps blue eyes scanned him for any more serious injuries. "Well, other than those pieces of metal in your face...I'd say you're going to be back looking like your handsome self in no time." He said, pulling the boy up and patting his shoulder. He didn't mean his comment as an insult...But growing up in the 1940s did leave him a little... 'Out of the Loop' as one would say.