He'd thrown himself out of an elevator filled with (unconscious) agents, stopped halfway up a high rise. Somewhere in the midst of that fall, something (everything) changed. The color of the sky, the air, and sure as shit the ground beneath him.
He hit hard, but he hit shield first. For anyone else? They'd absolutely be dead. Him? Not so much. He grimaced and gritted his teeth though.
On one hand, nobody was chasing him.
On the other? He appeared to have fallen out of his own reality.
And there is a guy with flaming wings and horns.
Which seems urgent enough for him to make getting to his feet more a matter of springing up than climbing. Definitely holding the shield in front of him, prepared for an attack but confusion written clearly across his face.
Re: For Steve
He hit hard, but he hit shield first. For anyone else? They'd absolutely be dead. Him? Not so much. He grimaced and gritted his teeth though.
On one hand, nobody was chasing him.
On the other? He appeared to have fallen out of his own reality.
And there is a guy with flaming wings and horns.
Which seems urgent enough for him to make getting to his feet more a matter of springing up than climbing. Definitely holding the shield in front of him, prepared for an attack but confusion written clearly across his face.