[--Alright. Steve knows Annabeth can take care of herself, he's seen her do it before. He's also banking on the fact that she'll try and go after M. The people who can't is what he's concerned about in this case; so he is running for the house as soon as he sees it catch fire. He's coughing as he enters, using the shield to cover himself from the worst of and tries to make his way up the stairs before the smoke gets too bad.
In any case, mostly through trial and error, he finds Shea and his father. He is distracted for a moment -- maybe it's the smoke, maybe it's the fact that he's suddenly coughing and wheezing as badly as he ever had in Brooklyn, -- but there's a brief vision of a smiling blond man (Bucky's dad, maybe?), and then everything is suddenly smaller and he is tripping over his own feet as he runs. He's too busy concentrating on getting the other two out safely to care at the moment, ignoring the startled look from Shea and the protests of his father. The shield comes in handy once again, at least to cover his eyes from the smoke; and alright, he might have gotten a little singed along the way, but eventually he, Shea, and Shea's father make it safely out of the house. He tries to catch his breath once he's assured they're all safe, got eyes on Annabeth, and quite suddenly he realizes that everything else is still smaller, he's not wheezing, and he just looks....well, very confused. To say the least.]
Are you okay, Annabeth? Everyone else? [His voice sounds deeper. That just adds to the confusion, and he shakes his head somewhat wonderingly.] Um.
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In any case, mostly through trial and error, he finds Shea and his father. He is distracted for a moment -- maybe it's the smoke, maybe it's the fact that he's suddenly coughing and wheezing as badly as he ever had in Brooklyn, -- but there's a brief vision of a smiling blond man (Bucky's dad, maybe?), and then everything is suddenly smaller and he is tripping over his own feet as he runs. He's too busy concentrating on getting the other two out safely to care at the moment, ignoring the startled look from Shea and the protests of his father. The shield comes in handy once again, at least to cover his eyes from the smoke; and alright, he might have gotten a little singed along the way, but eventually he, Shea, and Shea's father make it safely out of the house. He tries to catch his breath once he's assured they're all safe, got eyes on Annabeth, and quite suddenly he realizes that everything else is still smaller, he's not wheezing, and he just looks....well, very confused. To say the least.]
Are you okay, Annabeth? Everyone else? [His voice sounds deeper. That just adds to the confusion, and he shakes his head somewhat wonderingly.] Um.