But I'm a Super-Hero...
Steve had, frankly, been joyriding.  But when one was an Avenger, with access to incredible technology, including the latest model Sky-Cycle, one could joyride now and then.  Of course, if anyone asked, he was on patrol. 

The sounds of gunshots broke his train of thought and he looked down to see a shoot-out between some kind of gang and the police.  He could help here.  The guys had a lot of guns--big ones, military models of some kind--and the cops were pinned down.  He quickly set  a program into the Sky-Cycle's auto-pilot.

The Cycle swooped low and he jumped off it, firing a pair of arrows in the process.  The Cycle itself continued its arc and parked itself in the air.  One net arrow wrapped up a trio of gang members, while the other, a glue arrow, insured another gun wouldn't fire.  Fists made sure the guy holding that gun was out of the fight.

He pulled his vibranium boomerangs and threw them, quickly disarming more of the gun men and catching them when they returned to his hands.  The others rushed him now and he relied on his batons and his martial arts skills.  He used the bow and arrows so often, people tended to forget that he had other skills too.  He received his share of blows, but he gave better than he got, putting everything his dad and Uncle Steve had taught him to incredibly good use.

Steve had his severe doubts about what he was doing leading the Avengers, hell, even being an Avenger at all.  Even with all his gear, he was the least super-powerful of the Avengers (or maybe second most, compared to Spector).  What the hell was he doing fighting Skrulls or the Masters of Evil or whatever? 

But this?  Fighting your regular old garden variety thugs?  This he had a damn good handle on.  Here, at least, he knew he could make headway, make a difference.

<I><b>BANG!</i></b>

That was...  that...  that kinda...  hurt...  A lot.

He looked down and saw that the bullet had penetrated the kevlar weave of his uniform entirely.  Had to have been a pretty powerful round then.  And... oh.  Wow.  That was a lot of blood.  Really hurt.

He found himself slumping forward to the ground, faintly aware of the cops moving toward him...