There's a ripple of exhaustion that runs through Steve as he gets closer to the woman, seeing all the little pieces of evidence that show she was also fighting; dust covering her clothes, tears in the fabric, bruises on her face - and blood, trickling from a head wound, he sees as she shifts, then turns and spots him.
Seeing the blood makes the anger rush to the forefront. Now that he doesn't have to keep a clear head, all the emotions he was too numb to feel during battle come out with a vengeance. Who is she, and why the fuck does she look like his Marie? Grief tangles briefly with the anger, but he just uses the former to fuel the latter. Why can't he just grieve, without being surrounded by ghosts and shadows, echoes of his life Before reverberating into this After?
He's not unaware of what she was doing, though, and glances toward the survivors, the civilians who are wounded, or just lost and confused; devastated. But there are police, medics, and even a few other good Samaritans helping out. She can be spared, and he's not going to wait.
"We need to talk. Now," he tells her, in clipped tones, as he draws up, slightly into her personal space. It's an intimidation tactic, and one he's tried to avoid since taking the serum, because it's so much more effective now that he's larger - even when he doesn't mean to do it.
Oh, but he means to do it now. He wants answers, he wants to know what the hell is going on, and if she doesn't know, his next stop is going to be to Fury.
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Date: 2018-02-26 03:34 am (UTC)Seeing the blood makes the anger rush to the forefront. Now that he doesn't have to keep a clear head, all the emotions he was too numb to feel during battle come out with a vengeance. Who is she, and why the fuck does she look like his Marie? Grief tangles briefly with the anger, but he just uses the former to fuel the latter. Why can't he just grieve, without being surrounded by ghosts and shadows, echoes of his life Before reverberating into this After?
He's not unaware of what she was doing, though, and glances toward the survivors, the civilians who are wounded, or just lost and confused; devastated. But there are police, medics, and even a few other good Samaritans helping out. She can be spared, and he's not going to wait.
"We need to talk. Now," he tells her, in clipped tones, as he draws up, slightly into her personal space. It's an intimidation tactic, and one he's tried to avoid since taking the serum, because it's so much more effective now that he's larger - even when he doesn't mean to do it.
Oh, but he means to do it now. He wants answers, he wants to know what the hell is going on, and if she doesn't know, his next stop is going to be to Fury.