[[ Just making a list of members in his army and recruits so we can use it as a reference! I’ll update whenever we get a new member - Steve is also in control of a large portion oft he militia that he arrived with too.]] 

Captain: Hydra Steve Rogers ( wingheadcaptain​ )

1st Lieutenant: Superior Iron Man ( demoninabottle​ )

2nd Lieutenant : Alt!Katniss  ( songbirdofwar​ ) 

Chief Warrant Officer: Alt!Cloud ( former-soldier-cloud ) 

Warrant Officer 1: Alt!Bro ( unabscondable​ )

Warrant Officer 2: Edward Gray ( sinisternocturne )

Warrant Officer 3: Flashpoint Wonder Woman ( baugris )

Private: Alt!Rico ( kaboompenguin​ ) 

Private: Demon!Constantine ( xhellblazing ) 

Private:  Sargeras!Khadgar ( cursedarchmage )

Private: Shadowland!Daredevil ( daredefile ) 

Tony found it alarming that he didn't stumble upon any other familiar faces in that alternate city. He wanted to unwind for a bit, curious to see how the alternative version of people that he knew looked like. So far his self and Steve’s made him laugh, they were way too soft, breakable as Steve called them. He agreed, they were way too sensitive, maybe he would soon see someone who would be more of a challenge to him.

Red hair, red glasses, he looked exactly like Matt Murdock, the same cheap skate lawyer that resented him since Civil War and he recently had the pleasure of throwing outside a few windows. Now,that would be fun.

“Back for round 2, are we? I didn't expect you to be looking forward to it so much, Murdock.”

★— It was tedious having to deal with these screaming people, trying to run from the militia that was headed their way. Sector 3 was Steve’s target of choice, his destination which he had decided he would destroy. After all, things had to be destroyed to be rebuilt and to achieve perfection. 

Street thugs were unwanted, evil people that no one cared about. And by evil, it wasn’t the good and useful sort of evil. It was a pathetic attempt at evil; those who were greedy and sought to murder and steal. Pathetic crimes meant that they needed to die in pathetic ways. 

The Captain quite happily strode toward a pair, smacking their heads together and then knocking them to the ground, kicking them until he could feel every single rib broken. 

There was something beautiful and satisfying about the sound of ribs breaking. 

Humans were fragile... 

When he was done beating them he held up his vibranium shield and slammed down the edge on their necks, one by one to severe their heads from their bodies, booting their heads away as far as he could. 

“This city needs to be purged...” He turned his head to the bystander. “Edward, and here I thought you were slackin’...”  

His abrupt appearance to Hive City a few months ago certainly annoyed him; he was in the middle of creating something better, far superior than anything that people in San Francisco would ever know, yet still, he was transported to a disgusting, pitiful city. He needed to start from scratch, with limited supplies, but soon enough he built himself an empire, selling Extremis like hotcakes. 

Then he followed the same technique that seemed to work like a charm back home; he took it away from people, made them desperate for it, for him, then poisoned their water. It was such a simple plan, he was damn proud that it worked twice so easily. And what was the best, was the fact that no self righteous Avengers were there to stop him. The Captain America that ended up with was actually approving of his actions, even giving his own insight in the situation.

When he ended up in a mirrored version of that city, he immediately expressed his irritation; that city looked even worse than the one that he first ended up in. His other self was of course what he used to be like; changed his ways fir the better, turned a new page in his books, yadda yadda. It was sad, laughable that he didn't realise how much better he could do if he just accepted how superior to other humans he was. 

They weren't sure how long they would stay in that alternate city; it could be hours, days, months, so of course he needed to have the city under his full control. As agreed, he headed straight into what it seemed to be his workshop, laughing at the use of ancient technology, a model similar to the armour that he was wearing locked away. “Such beauty kept away...”, he muttered, his eyes glowing an angry red. Hacking into the system was a piece of case,he had his back turned to the door as he was reading up on what his other self did already. “Oh, Tony.. such a neanderthal..”

★— This new world he had fallen into was full of wonder, full of colour and vibrancy - it had potential, much like his own city. But he had managed to cater his own world to fit his ideals and thus it wasn’t much of a blank canvas any more, but Steve knew that he could make this place his own blood covered masterpiece - Sin would be extremely proud of him when he got back home, he was sure. Nothing pleased him more than pleasing Sin. 

It was a shame Rumlow was in the way or he would have... 

No worries, he’d just snap Rumlows neck, maybe push him down the stairs and make it look like an accident. But those thoughts were far in the future, in a world that Steve considered far from his own - in his world things were different. 

Nonetheless he was now out to build his own empire, make this new world his new home. What better place to start than his home? Which was the larger tower located in sector 5 - luckily that mirrored his own home and was extremely easy to navigate to. A few civilians attempted to obstruct him but they were quickly dealt with. 

Kicking open the door again, was extremely easy. Apparently this Stark didn’t use tech that was as strong and as secure as his own Stark’s was. 

Curiously his eyes glossed over the photographs and sketches, grimacing at how cheerful this whole décor was. It was nothing like home; home was dark, stoic, cold - just like he liked it. This would match it, soon enough. 

He sat down and grabbed the nearest blueprints he could find, opening them up and laying them out on the coffee table, scanning them and taking in all the information he could. Steve was partial to learning about technology, so he had to in his own world, but he was extremely keen on experiments - just like Zola had taught him to be.