He nearly - nearly - longs for the days when fighting aliens from space was a surprise, was an unusual occurrence, was something weird. These days, he's fought everything from aliens, augmented humans, people he thought were friends, and robots.
Yup. Metal men, and women, in this last attack. Also metal insects, that scuttled along walls and leapt onto people. Some of them could fly.
Apparently the scientist who'd controlled them was insane, but Steve could've made that judgement even without knowing anything about psychology.
Steve had told the others to head back to the Tower. There were various assorted injuries amongst them, and while he was scuffed and bruised, he was in the best shape. Besides, it wasn't like he minded sitting with Bryce. He'd found her in a park, slumped uncomfortably under a tree. He'd gently tugged her into a more comfortable position, and sat with her, and waited.
He manages not to drop off, though it's hard when you're ninety-five, bruised, and exhausted. His lips curve into a smile when her eyes open. "No, not a single person, though I don't think the Wendy's nearby will ever be the same."
Not Bryce's fault. She'd crashed into a horde of these automatons - automata? Tony'd know - to redirect them from two police officers, and she'd carried them forward into the Wendy's. It'd been well and truly evacuated first. No one had been hurt.
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He nearly - nearly - longs for the days when fighting aliens from space was a surprise, was an unusual occurrence, was something weird. These days, he's fought everything from aliens, augmented humans, people he thought were friends, and robots.
Yup. Metal men, and women, in this last attack. Also metal insects, that scuttled along walls and leapt onto people. Some of them could fly.
Apparently the scientist who'd controlled them was insane, but Steve could've made that judgement even without knowing anything about psychology.
Steve had told the others to head back to the Tower. There were various assorted injuries amongst them, and while he was scuffed and bruised, he was in the best shape. Besides, it wasn't like he minded sitting with Bryce. He'd found her in a park, slumped uncomfortably under a tree. He'd gently tugged her into a more comfortable position, and sat with her, and waited.
He manages not to drop off, though it's hard when you're ninety-five, bruised, and exhausted. His lips curve into a smile when her eyes open. "No, not a single person, though I don't think the Wendy's nearby will ever be the same."
Not Bryce's fault. She'd crashed into a horde of these automatons - automata? Tony'd know - to redirect them from two police officers, and she'd carried them forward into the Wendy's. It'd been well and truly evacuated first. No one had been hurt.