It's so disorienting. He never needed to get his bearings - his powers, his senses, latch onto the Earth, the Sun, and he just knows. Right now, he has no idea. It's not frightening, not yet, but it could get there.
The voice calls his attention, enough to make him straighten up and at least appear to not lean against the wall. He's a scant two inches taller than Steve, and probably still outweighs him. That's not a good thing, since he's pretty sure he's going to need to sit and soon - his head is starting to pound.
Loudly.
"I'm fine. I'll be all right." Neither of those says he's OK now though. But at least he's focused on Steve, not just staring around the bar. "Sudden headache." That he's willing to admit, nothing else.
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The voice calls his attention, enough to make him straighten up and at least appear to not lean against the wall. He's a scant two inches taller than Steve, and probably still outweighs him. That's not a good thing, since he's pretty sure he's going to need to sit and soon - his head is starting to pound.
Loudly.
"I'm fine. I'll be all right." Neither of those says he's OK now though. But at least he's focused on Steve, not just staring around the bar. "Sudden headache." That he's willing to admit, nothing else.