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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] aboveangrybees) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2014-07-24 05:23 am (UTC)

[Dread is a good word for how Steve's feeling right about now, as he's dressed to the nines and lifted into a dinning room. It didn't start as dread, more concern, but this is a boat, which means limited space that can only grow smaller if they go that route. And really, he can't see why they'd pass up the chance.

His eyes sweep over everyone as they wait. The relief he feels at seeing he's the only Avenger lasts for only a split second before he sees Charles. And Carlos. Even Dave and Albert. Then Clementine. The choice is made as soon as he sees her: get supplies, get Clem, and get above deck fast.

The gong is still reverberating around the room when Steve is off his pedestal and sprinting for the table, his sight never straying from Clementine for long enough to lose her in the crowd (thank god for yellow). He's reaching for something when he's forced to grab the lip of the table to keep from being thrown by the explosion. Things are moving faster than he anticipated, so before the boat even settles in it's rocking, Steve is vaulting over the table and grabbing what he can. Anything that looks useful.

He looks to where he last saw her, but the lights flicker out before he reaches her.
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