He nods, watching her go and wishing she wouldn't, which is silly, because someone needs to answer the door.
A sudden, paranoid part of himself demands to know why he isn't with her making sure it isn't Rumlow or another Hydra goon, and he tells himself firmly that Olivia can handle herself, first off, and second, she'll shout if something's wrong.
Steve turns to put both feet on the floor and his head in his hands, then hisses and sits up quickly as pain jabs through his gut at his slump. Ginger, Steve peels his shirt over his head to examine the bandages at his midriff. Sure enough, one sports a spreading red stain. He watches it for a few seconds.
"First aid kit, Rogers," he says, happy for something to do to put the dream out of mind, and struggles to his feet.
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A sudden, paranoid part of himself demands to know why he isn't with her making sure it isn't Rumlow or another Hydra goon, and he tells himself firmly that Olivia can handle herself, first off, and second, she'll shout if something's wrong.
Steve turns to put both feet on the floor and his head in his hands, then hisses and sits up quickly as pain jabs through his gut at his slump. Ginger, Steve peels his shirt over his head to examine the bandages at his midriff. Sure enough, one sports a spreading red stain. He watches it for a few seconds.
"First aid kit, Rogers," he says, happy for something to do to put the dream out of mind, and struggles to his feet.