We sounds way more hopeful than Steve expected. He abandoned the idea of forgiveness a while back, hence the stilted quality of the letter he sent ('maybe some day you can understand'--he didn't mean for that to sound condescending, he just thought 'maybe you can forgive me' would be too presumptuous). At this point, it's probably moot. They need one another, need to work together, and whatever either of them feels is irrelevant.
But even Steve can't exorcise or repress his own emotions completely. "We need," he repeats quietly, and then he's in motion again, sharp eyes and sharp ears focused on watching Tony's back.
He has to make a detour, though, the moment he sees Sam's old wings. The ones he had been wearing dissolved with the rest of him, which begs a few questions, but this pair has something the upgrades didn't. Steve's fingers fumble with a compartment at the back, extracting the tightly-folded form of Redwing, which he promptly tucks into a pocket in the top of his own suit. It's an awkward fit; the drone is really too big to be carried in a clothing pocket, but Steve doesn't care. There are no bodies to bury, no remnants of any of the lost left behind, but Sam had loved this fucking thing, and if they get out of here alive, Steve will bring it with him and it will be Falcon's monument.
He wants to cry right about now. He won't. Maybe later. Maybe they can both afford the luxury of a full breakdown later.
Tony's warning shout comes several seconds after Steve is already reacting to Abomination's proximity. Damn him, he's a lot more cunning than Hulk; he's not coming from the hall Tony and Steve entered through. Rather, he's gone down a level and he's coming up at them, through the goddamn steel floor. Fists first.
The second roar Tony hears is Blonsky's reaction to Steve going right for his nearest wrist with the jagged ends of the vibranium bracers T'Challa created for him. The chances of breaking bone are slimmer than Steve would like, but as tough as the creature's skin is, it's not impenetrable. There's blood, and it sounds like it hurts.
"Move fast!" he yells at Tony. "I don't know how long I can slow him down!"
Although, he was pretty much born to hold out forever against opponents several times his size. And he's prepared to stand his ground for as long as he has to, at any cost.
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Date: 2018-06-07 03:43 am (UTC)But even Steve can't exorcise or repress his own emotions completely. "We need," he repeats quietly, and then he's in motion again, sharp eyes and sharp ears focused on watching Tony's back.
He has to make a detour, though, the moment he sees Sam's old wings. The ones he had been wearing dissolved with the rest of him, which begs a few questions, but this pair has something the upgrades didn't. Steve's fingers fumble with a compartment at the back, extracting the tightly-folded form of Redwing, which he promptly tucks into a pocket in the top of his own suit. It's an awkward fit; the drone is really too big to be carried in a clothing pocket, but Steve doesn't care. There are no bodies to bury, no remnants of any of the lost left behind, but Sam had loved this fucking thing, and if they get out of here alive, Steve will bring it with him and it will be Falcon's monument.
He wants to cry right about now. He won't. Maybe later. Maybe they can both afford the luxury of a full breakdown later.
Tony's warning shout comes several seconds after Steve is already reacting to Abomination's proximity. Damn him, he's a lot more cunning than Hulk; he's not coming from the hall Tony and Steve entered through. Rather, he's gone down a level and he's coming up at them, through the goddamn steel floor. Fists first.
The second roar Tony hears is Blonsky's reaction to Steve going right for his nearest wrist with the jagged ends of the vibranium bracers T'Challa created for him. The chances of breaking bone are slimmer than Steve would like, but as tough as the creature's skin is, it's not impenetrable. There's blood, and it sounds like it hurts.
"Move fast!" he yells at Tony. "I don't know how long I can slow him down!"
Although, he was pretty much born to hold out forever against opponents several times his size. And he's prepared to stand his ground for as long as he has to, at any cost.