[ Maybe it's the shared fatigue, or maybe he's just not thinking straight after surviving an earthquake, but Steve almost opens his mouth to argue. To offer to watch Bucky's back, instead of letting his friend shoulder the burden of watching his.
But this isn't the time. So he nods and moves, taking a few steps to peer over another overturned table. And step aside for other inn patrons to pass, then resuming the search.
Eventually, hours later, Steve drops to the ground behind the inn. His shoulders are starting to ache, and there are cuts and bruises over a good percentage of his frame from clearing debris. He's grateful there weren't more injuries or destruction. It could have been a lot worse. And not moving feels great. He may sprawl here for the next year. And there's a nice patch of ground next to him for Bucky. ]
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But this isn't the time. So he nods and moves, taking a few steps to peer over another overturned table. And step aside for other inn patrons to pass, then resuming the search.
Eventually, hours later, Steve drops to the ground behind the inn. His shoulders are starting to ache, and there are cuts and bruises over a good percentage of his frame from clearing debris. He's grateful there weren't more injuries or destruction. It could have been a lot worse. And not moving feels great. He may sprawl here for the next year. And there's a nice patch of ground next to him for Bucky. ]
I'm about ready to eat a wild hog. You?