[He hears the sound of cracking tree branches and his heart flips into overdrive - he instinctively slaps his hand over his reactor, pulling the tattered remains of his shirt over it in an attempt to quell the light. Bandages. He needed bandages or just something - but now isn't the time. Whatever it was outside, it was coming closer and closer by the second. If it's one of those drooling idiots, maybe they'd hit the door and realize it wouldn't open and keep on drooling elsewhere. There's a dusty, streaked and cracked window over on the left. He shuffles over to it as quietly as he can, trying to aim his chest away from it to keep out as much light as possible.]
[He leers out the window, unable to see much beyond .... no way. That shield was impossible to miss, even in the dank lighting. Steve Rogers. There was no wayCaptain Steve Rogers was pulled into this place too. He didn't look bit. Seemed to walk alright. No drool.]
[Better to be safe than sorry, though. He couldn't take on Steve Rogers without his suit back in their own home, there's no way he could take on an undead Steve Rogers here.]
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[He leers out the window, unable to see much beyond .... no way. That shield was impossible to miss, even in the dank lighting. Steve Rogers. There was no wayCaptain Steve Rogers was pulled into this place too. He didn't look bit. Seemed to walk alright. No drool.]
[Better to be safe than sorry, though. He couldn't take on Steve Rogers without his suit back in their own home, there's no way he could take on an undead Steve Rogers here.]