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When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all those who chose to oppose his shield must

yield.

If he's led to a fight and a duel is due, then the red's in the white and the blue will

come through when Captain America throws his mighty shield.

Completing a lonely tour of duty at the Avengers headquarters, Captain America lost in memories,

thoughtfully peruses snapshots in an album, filled with haunting memories.

It was years ago, but what a nearer they carved together, Cap and Bucky, a cyclonic team,

fighting against all the forces of crime and tyranny.

Would you care for your coffee now, sir?

Yes, thank you, Jarvis.

When the other members of the Avengers have the security duty, they take their coffee at this hour also.

I can't tell you how grateful all of us are for your services, Jarvis.

Oh, it is I who am grateful, sir.

I consider it a rare pleasure to serve the Avengers.

I've got to make our routine security check before heading for bed.

Is he good, sir?

It's probably just boredom, but I'm actually feeling tired.

I hope it isn't my age finally catching up with me.

I couldn't bear having to retire.

What's the matter with me?

I've got to snap out of it.

I'll push aside this decoy pillar and give our secret ready room a final check.

Footsteps, someone is inside.

It can only be an enemy.

Now he's waiting.

Whoever you are, show yourself.

Or are you afraid to face Captain America?

There he is.

The evil intruder leaps from the shadows and then recognition dawns.

Agent Axis.

The scourge of World War II.

But it can't be.

You're dead.

I saw you die myself.

Why don't you say something?

Speak, you murderous devil.

Speak, he's gone.

There's no one here.

How could I have fought with a man who's been dead more than 25 years?

I must have imagined the entire thing.

Or is someone nearby hypnotizing me?

The room behind me.

No, it's empty, just as Iron Man left it.

But what is the answer?

Am I simply losing my mind?

Cap! Cap! Look out!

My voice, it's Bucky.

They're gaining on us. You've got to drive faster.

I'm in an impossible fantasy world.

It's true, I'm going mad.

We'll hit them from two directions at the same time.

Okay, lad, it's you and me again.

Bucky, Bucky, where are you?

What? Everything's gone.

I'm back at Avengers headquarters.

It never happened.

I can no longer separate truth from hallucination.

They've got to put me away.

Or with my fighting ability, I might be a menace to mankind.

Marching men, who?

Sergeant Duffy, my old squad leader.

How can he be here?

Look alive, you blasted yardbirds.

Sarge, wait! What's happening?

Captain America, quit kidding.

There's a war on, ain't there?

Now that from me gold bricks, Steve Rogers, don't report to me.

I'll handle them up for desertion.

It's like a dream.

Everything's spinning around, getting dizzy.

Wake up, wake up.

Oh, you're opening your eyes.

Then it was you who caught me.

It wasn't them.

Them, sir?

I haven't any idea what you...

Oh, Captain America.

He's lost consciousness.

He's in much better physical condition than I thought he was.

Another man would not have taken nearly so long to pass out.

But I was beginning to fear the hypno-sensitive

I slipped into his coffee would never affect him.

Ah, I better check on the real Jarvis.

Ah, ha, ha, ha. Everything is fine.

He will remain unconscious for the remainder of the evening,

thus giving me all the time I need for my mission.

Now, having no further news for the identity of Jarvis,

the time has come for me to radiate my own form of sheer, undiluted energy,

thereby transforming myself into my natural state.

A blank, featureless, artificial human form known as the Adaptoid.

And now it is time I completed the mission I was created for,

the total and ultimate destruction of Captain America.

Unconscious and helpless to defend himself,

how can the gallant red, white and blue Avenger

escape the fantastic fate that awaits him?

Now I must follow the orders created by my programmed impulses.

As a life-sized Adaptoid, I'm a thinking pantograph

capable of making exact copies of people

by literally tracing them from the original person.

Now, Captain America shall be my final transfer.

Using his energy ray, it takes the Adaptoid but a matter of seconds

to outline his victim.

Then, once the preliminary tracing is completed,

a final burst of highly concentrated living force

assures the Adaptoid of a perfect duplication.

No longer a featureless living non-entity,

he becomes to all intents and purposes none other than Captain America,

just as he had been Jarvis the butler.

And at that very moment, in the headquarters of AIM,

a diabolical secret organization dedicated to the development of crime,

the Imperial Vizier will be pleased to know that our supreme criminal creation,

the Adaptoid, is following the programmed information of our master plan

for the conclusive destruction of Captain America without error.

I shall take his shield, for he will need it no longer.

Since I am a carbon copy of Captain America,

I have all of his strength, his power.

I am unbeatable. Not even the other Avengers can match my speed and skill in battle.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the real Captain America's amazing stamina

enables him to recover consciousness.

What could have happened to me?

I'll find the answer when I find my enemy, whoever he is.

Each phase of my mission has proceeded just as planned.

Now, all that remains is the final destruction of Captain America.

What?

He's an absolute replica of me. Who are you? And what are you doing here?

The real Captain America? How?

No matter. We both have the same strength, the same power.

He's right. Physically, we are exact duplicates.

But I'm certain he couldn't adapt my mind to his sensory circuits,

so I can still think faster than he does.

The only difference between us is your invincible shield.

With it, I cannot fail to defeat you in battle.

I've got to keep him on the defensive.

Move so fast the shield will be of no use in his hands.

What can be wrong? I adapted everything about him.

Now I know he didn't adapt my reflexes.

I've got to finish him off quickly with his shield.

Not even the real Captain America can escape its deadly effect.

Thanks. I've been kind of lost without it.

You caught it. Heads up.

I must not lose. I cannot fail in my mission.

This is your finish. I'll make it as fast as I can.

I can't have you around when the other Avengers return.

They might mistake you for me and get the impression I'm old and rusty,

ready for retirement.

There's more than a case of disguise involved here.

He's an absolute replica of me.

Later, a now fully revived Jarvis reappears

to give Cap a hand with the unconscious adeptoid.

Earlier, he was enough like you to fool me completely.

We've got to learn how he does it.

We'll leave him here until the other Avengers return.

This may concern them all.

In my Captain America identity, I have failed.

But being virtually indescructible, time has no meaning to me.

We got here as soon as we received your message, Cap.

Adaptoid, even that name gives me goose pimples.

Any guy who can turn himself into anyone he wants to

can be a tough cookie to deal with.

I left him trussed up in here.

He looks like a lifeless dummy now.

Didn't I just see him move?

He looks completely motionless to me,

but I can't shake the feeling he's aware of us even now.

Hank, as a biochemist, what do you make of him?

Can't answer that, Steve. Not without a careful examination.

The three of us have to leave again for a few hours.

After we finish our business, I'll return immediately for a detailed study.

Good enough. I'll stay here while you're gone.

Let me walk you out.

With the others gone, Captain America is now as good as slain.

Alone once more, Cap stands deep in thought on the courtyard terrace,

and then, after all his countless battles,

is the fearless Avenger destined to be doomed by a high-voltage arrow

from the bowl of a now super-adaptor.

A high-voltage arrow.

My gloves are insulated so I can pluck it from my shield,

but from where did it come?

Cannot you guess, Captain America?

You. You've become a super-adaptoid, but how?

By using the photographic ability built into my eyes.

I was not unconscious when your partners observed me.

I studied each of you and adapted the sum total of all your powers.

And now I am a virtually unconquerable one-man team of Avengers.

How do I battle someone who has all of my skill,

plus the strength and abilities of Giant Man, Hawkeye, and the Wasp?

You are doomed.

I've got to keep him on the defensive.

But I, too, have a shield and your ability to use it.

He's right. I'm actually battling a bigger, stronger version of myself.

See how easily I can fling you aside with one sweep of my giant shield.

He knocked the wind out of me.

Must trick him into wasting time.

It's a pity your power does not equal your courage.

You couldn't have adapted all of our powers.

You're too big to really be able to fly.

Fool. I'll prove how wrong you are.

It worked. I gained the time I needed. But now what?

Now that I have proved my power flight,

all that remains is allowing you to drop to your doom.

I've got to force him back to Earth somehow.

So you continue to struggle till the very end?

If I can just reach his wings, I did it.

Now to pull back all the way so he can no longer use them.

He's got to plummet back to Earth with me.

My wings! Release my wings! There's water below! I must not fall into it!

So that's his vulnerable spot. I'll wait till the last second before letting go.

Ha ha ha! That's what you think.

Now, now to grab that bridge tower. Ha! I saved myself.

But my wings are damaged. I cannot fly.

But you, Captain America, shall still not escape.

It's now or never.

Surely you don't think you can escape a super-adaptoid?

I'm sure going to try.

Okay. If you want to fight it out here, let's go.

I'll shake you from your hand hold like a dog would shake a flea.

Can't let him do it. We're still too high. Oh, he's starting to take the girders.

Now I know why I was programmed to destroy you.

You are the greatest fighting machine of all.

Surrender, and I shall fight you no more.

Surrender? What happens if I do surrender?

If you are willing, I have the means of making an adaptoid out of you.

And then, once we have destroyed the other Avengers,

we can turn all mankind into adaptoids, and we shall be their leaders.

So the lust for power isn't merely a human trait.

You asked for my answer. There it is.

So you had your chance.

Now, now I will shake the girders until you fall to your death.

And Captain America is thrown off balance,

but the Gallant Avenger manages to catch his foot in the girders.

If I can pull myself up and grab his ankles,

I'm bound to fall, but you will fall with me to the water below.

No! Let go!

Water is the one thing that will destroy me.

Then let's go for a swim.

No! No! Let me go!

I will at the right moment, which is now.

And as the adaptoid meets his doom,

slowly a gloved hand rises from the murky waters,

desperately struggling, clutching,

and then the head of Captain America appears, gasping for life-giving air.

He is gone, disintegrated into nothingness.

Meanwhile, back at headquarters,

the Avengers await the return of Captain America.

Where do you suppose Cap could be?

I can't understand. He's long overdue.

Here comes Winghead now.

He looks okay, but kind of damp.

Well, whatever happened to you and the adaptoid?

He's gone forever.

Even with our combined powers, he couldn't destroy us.

What do you know?

It took a Captain America to defeat a Captain America.