Don't put your shield through it!

[ Michael isn't a super soldier. He isn't even a regular soldier. The trek from the wall hadn't been easy. By the time Michael catches up with Steve and Bucky, his breathing is ragged and his legs are burning. He has to take a minute to bend over and catch his breath before his lungs will cooperate enough to let him speak again.

If Michael wasn't so wet, and cold, and already thinking of the task at hand, he would be embarrassed. Michael won't be running a marathon, or fighting a monster anytime soon, but, already looking at the box, seemingly devoid of clues, everything else seems to fade into the background.

This is his area of expertise. He doesn't even need to touch it, the positioning and reaction of the environment around the device tells him all he needs to know. ]

Conductive material, probably got fried during the storm. An electro-magnetic field could disable it. The downed shield generators, near where the second wall used to be, might do the trick. If I could start one up.

Only problem is, those... things. There's a bunch over there.