[He watched the blonde run around, helping people and clearing up the wreck to the best of his abilities. The man had a stalker. One that kept out of sight with the precision of an assassin and didn't need to be close at all to hear the other super soldier.
As soon as Steve was away from the group, a tight hand against the back of his neck would shove him against the nearest tree trunk. He pressed the cold, hard 'barrel of a gun' against the back of Steve's head. Said barrel was actually just a metal finger, but given 'context clues', it would be pretty hard to discern with just the pressure against Steve's skull. He leans in close, but still out of sight, even if Steve tried to turn his head.]
Sloppy, Steve. How do you know these people aren't convicts? Any one of them could kill you from behind.
[He lowers his 'gun' and ruffles Steve's hair with the hand that had been at the back of his neck before stepping back. His own hair was a mess of tangles, he wore a red, long-sleeved shirt, and was in desperate need of a shave.]
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As soon as Steve was away from the group, a tight hand against the back of his neck would shove him against the nearest tree trunk. He pressed the cold, hard 'barrel of a gun' against the back of Steve's head. Said barrel was actually just a metal finger, but given 'context clues', it would be pretty hard to discern with just the pressure against Steve's skull. He leans in close, but still out of sight, even if Steve tried to turn his head.]
Sloppy, Steve. How do you know these people aren't convicts? Any one of them could kill you from behind.
[He lowers his 'gun' and ruffles Steve's hair with the hand that had been at the back of his neck before stepping back. His own hair was a mess of tangles, he wore a red, long-sleeved shirt, and was in desperate need of a shave.]