"Wow, you're still something else," he replied dryly as he was able to maintain his footing on his own and eased away for the confrontation between Schmidt and Rogers. He enjoyed it honestly, watching two supped up men punch one another, and he pretended surprise at the face reveal even if he knew what Schmidt actually looked like.
"Erskine burn your face off too?" He rested his arms on the railing, his eyes finding Zola and offering the man a subtle wink as the two soldiers were pulled apart. He eased away and moved when Steve directed him, still a little wobbly but fine to carry his own weight.
He moved unsteadily on the bar, the explosions like a thrill of straddling life and death. It gave him the illusion of an erection even as he was forced to run and jump the last few meters, barely catching himself on the railing and hauling himself over. He stared across the gap at Steve. He knew the Soldier could make the jump; he knew Rogers had made the jump.
"You're gonna have to jump it, super-soldier. I'll catch you on this side, come on!"
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"Erskine burn your face off too?" He rested his arms on the railing, his eyes finding Zola and offering the man a subtle wink as the two soldiers were pulled apart. He eased away and moved when Steve directed him, still a little wobbly but fine to carry his own weight.
He moved unsteadily on the bar, the explosions like a thrill of straddling life and death. It gave him the illusion of an erection even as he was forced to run and jump the last few meters, barely catching himself on the railing and hauling himself over. He stared across the gap at Steve. He knew the Soldier could make the jump; he knew Rogers had made the jump.
"You're gonna have to jump it, super-soldier. I'll catch you on this side, come on!"