Steve waits until he's at the hallway, eyes on the retreating duo, the man strong arming Danny toward the door, to lean down and pull out the gun on his calf holder. Safety off. Not stopping more than seconds before he's following them with quick steps. Everything else forgotten, but the most important. The reason.
Following the sound of the burble of Danny's voice suddenly spiking high enough to make Steve want to rush but he doesn't. He's got faith in Danny's abilities, and he's right here. Following along the wall. Shoulders nearly to it, gun up, but not far enough up someone coming up behind him would see it.
Though right now would be a very bad time for anyone to come this direction. For him to need to handle anyone else.
When that door is swinging behind them and Steve shoves a foot between it and doorframe. Watching it catch on the rubber soled side of his boot without much noise, while the man scoffs. Repugnant disgusts and intensity in that voice that still reaches him through the slice of space. "Your night would have been best spent somewhere else. Anywhere else. It might have saved your life."
The man even laughed at that, rough and thin. "But you won't be able to make that mistake again."
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Date: 2015-10-16 04:33 am (UTC)Steve waits until he's at the hallway, eyes on the retreating duo, the man strong arming Danny toward the door, to lean down and pull out the gun on his calf holder. Safety off. Not stopping more than seconds before he's following them with quick steps. Everything else forgotten, but the most important. The reason.
Following the sound of the burble of Danny's voice suddenly spiking high enough to make Steve want to rush but he doesn't. He's got faith in Danny's abilities, and he's right here. Following along the wall. Shoulders nearly to it, gun up, but not far enough up someone coming up behind him would see it.
Though right now would be a very bad time for anyone to come this direction. For him to need to handle anyone else.
When that door is swinging behind them and Steve shoves a foot between it and doorframe. Watching it catch on the rubber soled side of his boot without much noise, while the man scoffs. Repugnant disgusts and intensity in that voice that still reaches him through the slice of space. "Your night would have been best spent somewhere else. Anywhere else. It might have saved your life."
The man even laughed at that, rough and thin. "But you won't be able to make that mistake again."