[This should be disgust. Steve's eyes are on the rooftops more than they're not, expecting a sniper's bullet to come from the direction of one, or for someone to come barreling towards him from the shadows. It's not that Steve goes looking for trouble, not necessarily. It just has no problem finding him.
He thought he'd seen it all by now, but one look at the first blob that he spots at the end of the street reminds him that he should never be so sure about that. It starts blobbing his way, and Steve looks for a head, a limb, some sort of weakness. But it just seems to be absorbing everything in its path, and that will probably include him if he doesn't get a move on. Steve puts his shield firmly on his back and starts looking for a way up onto one of those roofs. He doesn't know if they can climb or not, but he's not familiar with these streets. Better to get a bird's eye view first.]
Hope:
[Carnation Day was a little bit after his time, so Steve has no idea why he has a bunch of carnations in his hand. He stares at them like they're a bouquet of grenades before he starts reading the tags.
From the ways his brows knit together, he's pretty confused by the to and from. Can he go back to fighting the blob things? He's probably more comfortable with that.]
steve rogers | mcu
[This should be disgust. Steve's eyes are on the rooftops more than they're not, expecting a sniper's bullet to come from the direction of one, or for someone to come barreling towards him from the shadows. It's not that Steve goes looking for trouble, not necessarily. It just has no problem finding him.
He thought he'd seen it all by now, but one look at the first blob that he spots at the end of the street reminds him that he should never be so sure about that. It starts blobbing his way, and Steve looks for a head, a limb, some sort of weakness. But it just seems to be absorbing everything in its path, and that will probably include him if he doesn't get a move on. Steve puts his shield firmly on his back and starts looking for a way up onto one of those roofs. He doesn't know if they can climb or not, but he's not familiar with these streets. Better to get a bird's eye view first.]
Hope:
[Carnation Day was a little bit after his time, so Steve has no idea why he has a bunch of carnations in his hand. He stares at them like they're a bouquet of grenades before he starts reading the tags.
From the ways his brows knit together, he's pretty confused by the to and from. Can he go back to fighting the blob things? He's probably more comfortable with that.]