But it's the guns of his memories, not the present moment. It takes a few seconds for him to realize it. (A few seconds too long, a few seconds staring at Steve with a blank panic that demands he get to the office, get to the office now.)
"Wh... Yeah. Yeah, I'm. Yes."
He lets go of the other man and scrambles to his feet, raising his voice to the people in the hall. "It's all right! Everything's all right, sorry for--" He stops, clears his throat. "Please everyone make your way to interior rooms, Mr. Rogers and I are going to. We're going to find out what that was."
Then he looks at Steve, trying to see past the details of disaster filling his head. Shattering glass, screaming civilians, the president, where's the president?
He scrubs his face with both hands, breathing in sharply. "Right. Right. That sounded like it came from outside."
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But it's the guns of his memories, not the present moment. It takes a few seconds for him to realize it. (A few seconds too long, a few seconds staring at Steve with a blank panic that demands he get to the office, get to the office now.)
"Wh... Yeah. Yeah, I'm. Yes."
He lets go of the other man and scrambles to his feet, raising his voice to the people in the hall. "It's all right! Everything's all right, sorry for--" He stops, clears his throat. "Please everyone make your way to interior rooms, Mr. Rogers and I are going to. We're going to find out what that was."
Then he looks at Steve, trying to see past the details of disaster filling his head. Shattering glass, screaming civilians, the president, where's the president?
He scrubs his face with both hands, breathing in sharply. "Right. Right. That sounded like it came from outside."