[ nero is blinking, and steve can’t tell if his eyes are in focus or not. It feels like he’s blinking a lot, like more than he should, or is that just steve, unable to keep a hold on time himself? nero tries to sit up and steve tries to help him, but that doesn’t work because nero’s hurt (you should have known that, steve) and so steve tries to help him lay back down again. nero thumps against the glass and steve winces, his eyes going from nero’s face and expression down to his torso, to the blood, the black.
He doesn’t even notice the fact he still has nero’s arm, and that nero doesn’t have any of it - not his wings, not his scales, nothing. steve doesn’t notice because nero’s grabbing onto him, and steve’s attention is forced back to now. Not the hole in nero’s gut, not the thick, suffocating smell of blood and rot, not the panic that threatens to bubble up out of the depths of steve’s gut. ]
What? What d’you mean not the first time? [ and then, without meaning to, steve’s eyes widen. Because hey- hey- that’s something, nero’s survived this before. nero can survive it again. ] What happened last time? What do I need to do? [ the words come out in a rush, on a single breath, like steve is worried that if he speaks too slowly there won’t be enough time.
nero’s grips him, and his grip is tight, almost tight enough to hurt, if steve wasn’t so high on adrenaline and panic and whatever else has a tendency to keep him moving in times like this. God damn he wished he had some kind of magic, some kind of ability, something that would actually- he doesn’t know. Help? Heal? Would it even work if nero’s healing isn’t working?
He’s looking around, like there might be something he can use from the woods. ]
Hey- [ his attention snaps back to nero, to his words, so quickly it almost hurts. ] No- no, nero, we’re going to figure this out. You tell them yourself. I mean- I’ll be there, I can add to whatever weird story you’re gonna spin about this, and. Yeah. No. No, we’re fine, you’re fine, this is going to-
[ steve almost hears Robin, somewhere, in the back of his head - fueling the words that spill from him. There’s no reason for him to be talking this much, he should be thinking about how he’s supposed to get nero somewhere that he can heal and-
Wait. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda can fix this.
steve thinks I need to message her at the same time he recognizes that nero had safe and steve’s frown is confused, a thought or two behind. ] What? No, c’mon man, you’re- you’re freaking me out. [ he forces a laugh, or tries to, to no real success. ]
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we are so good at this
He doesn’t even notice the fact he still has nero’s arm, and that nero doesn’t have any of it - not his wings, not his scales, nothing. steve doesn’t notice because nero’s grabbing onto him, and steve’s attention is forced back to now. Not the hole in nero’s gut, not the thick, suffocating smell of blood and rot, not the panic that threatens to bubble up out of the depths of steve’s gut. ]
What? What d’you mean not the first time? [ and then, without meaning to, steve’s eyes widen. Because hey- hey- that’s something, nero’s survived this before. nero can survive it again. ] What happened last time? What do I need to do? [ the words come out in a rush, on a single breath, like steve is worried that if he speaks too slowly there won’t be enough time.
nero’s grips him, and his grip is tight, almost tight enough to hurt, if steve wasn’t so high on adrenaline and panic and whatever else has a tendency to keep him moving in times like this. God damn he wished he had some kind of magic, some kind of ability, something that would actually- he doesn’t know. Help? Heal? Would it even work if nero’s healing isn’t working?
He’s looking around, like there might be something he can use from the woods. ]
Hey- [ his attention snaps back to nero, to his words, so quickly it almost hurts. ] No- no, nero, we’re going to figure this out. You tell them yourself. I mean- I’ll be there, I can add to whatever weird story you’re gonna spin about this, and. Yeah. No. No, we’re fine, you’re fine, this is going to-
[ steve almost hears Robin, somewhere, in the back of his head - fueling the words that spill from him. There’s no reason for him to be talking this much, he should be thinking about how he’s supposed to get nero somewhere that he can heal and-
Wait. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda can fix this.
steve thinks I need to message her at the same time he recognizes that nero had safe and steve’s frown is confused, a thought or two behind. ] What? No, c’mon man, you’re- you’re freaking me out. [ he forces a laugh, or tries to, to no real success. ]