He didn't think he could be angrier with the Red Skull. He stood against everything Steve stood for, tortured his best friend, took hundreds of lives, took seventy years away from him, his whole life. But in this moment?
It hurt.
Steve flushes with anger, and all at once it twists into sadness. She's looking at him with big, scared eyes. Her whole life has been this, and now he can see her slipping away. "No, don't--!" He starts to reach for her, and realizes what a bad idea that is. It hurt. Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair (it still feels weird, unnatural, no matter what Nat says it does for his cheekbones), and tries again. "Don't run. It's all right, I'll leave. There are other people here who can help you, I can go find one."
It would be better, anyway. Steve's too close to this, and more than anything Sinthia should feel safe.
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He didn't think he could be angrier with the Red Skull. He stood against everything Steve stood for, tortured his best friend, took hundreds of lives, took seventy years away from him, his whole life. But in this moment?
It hurt.
Steve flushes with anger, and all at once it twists into sadness. She's looking at him with big, scared eyes. Her whole life has been this, and now he can see her slipping away. "No, don't--!" He starts to reach for her, and realizes what a bad idea that is. It hurt. Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair (it still feels weird, unnatural, no matter what Nat says it does for his cheekbones), and tries again. "Don't run. It's all right, I'll leave. There are other people here who can help you, I can go find one."
It would be better, anyway. Steve's too close to this, and more than anything Sinthia should feel safe.