It would be so easy to just...stay. Just keep going at this until he runs out of steam and loses, trusting that would well and truly be the end of things this time around. No one would ever know he threw a fight. It would just be one more tragedy in a chain of tragedies on a really dark day.
He's tempted, more so than he has been for a long, long time. But that would be a shitty thing to do to Tony, and he's failed him enough for a lifetime.
The wound on his hip is long but not deep, and the blood is already clotting by the time he dodges free of Abomination's violent grasp and makes his bid for escape up the hallway. He emerges onto the landing pad with a mild limp, but even that doesn't make a dent in his impressive speed. He's relieved beyond words to see the lights, even more so when he scrambles up into the cockpit and finds Tony alone there, rather than a hostage at gunpoint. Maybe he's been at war for too long, anticipating twists and entanglements and hostage situations that aren't actually there.
He drops into a seat, winces, and angles his body so he won't bleed on the upholstery. "He's going to tear this place apart," he says quietly. "There's not going to be enough military personnel free to come stop him."
They're pretty much sentencing the people still in cells to death--unless there's some hidden talent in there that can stop Blonsky in full rage mode. It's not right. There's also nothing they can do about it.
"You better...have Friday send out warnings, anyway." It's a bare minimum, and Steve would bet money, if he had any, that nothing will come of it. But sometimes you have to do your duty, even if it's futile.
CW for brief suicidal ideation
He's tempted, more so than he has been for a long, long time. But that would be a shitty thing to do to Tony, and he's failed him enough for a lifetime.
The wound on his hip is long but not deep, and the blood is already clotting by the time he dodges free of Abomination's violent grasp and makes his bid for escape up the hallway. He emerges onto the landing pad with a mild limp, but even that doesn't make a dent in his impressive speed. He's relieved beyond words to see the lights, even more so when he scrambles up into the cockpit and finds Tony alone there, rather than a hostage at gunpoint. Maybe he's been at war for too long, anticipating twists and entanglements and hostage situations that aren't actually there.
He drops into a seat, winces, and angles his body so he won't bleed on the upholstery. "He's going to tear this place apart," he says quietly. "There's not going to be enough military personnel free to come stop him."
They're pretty much sentencing the people still in cells to death--unless there's some hidden talent in there that can stop Blonsky in full rage mode. It's not right. There's also nothing they can do about it.
"You better...have Friday send out warnings, anyway." It's a bare minimum, and Steve would bet money, if he had any, that nothing will come of it. But sometimes you have to do your duty, even if it's futile.