[ Though the fight's had them necessarily far spread, Steve's kept a tether between his people, as much as possible making it more strategic than spread thin. He keeps their last locations mapped in his head and makes his way back around to them as he fights, a constant splitting and regrouping. It would be foolish not to fight together as much as possible — they know each other, how to amplify strengths and shore up weaknesses, how to anticipate each other, something he believes sticks as instinct even where memory fails — but he also has the occasional suggestion for which direction they might move in, where others could use their help.
He's done this especially with Wanda — is doing it now, slipping low through an alley between two buildings, aware of the creatures focused on her from above. It's a matter of the experience she hasn't had as much chance with him to hone into that instinct, rather than any doubt in her abilities, which he's about to prove whether she'll thank him for it later or not. He straightens as he reaches the sidewalk with the shield held lightly in his fingers, hefting it in the split second before it flies through the air, ricocheting off of a throat, a head, a car door before it comes back to him, distracting them from her. He shouts as he reaches up to snatch it back into his hand. ]
Wanda! Put me on the roof!
[ Not just like they practiced — there's been no practice here, and there's no time now to ask if she's up to it. But in truth he wouldn't be inclined to anyway. She can, and so he won't allow for doubt on either of their parts. ]
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He's done this especially with Wanda — is doing it now, slipping low through an alley between two buildings, aware of the creatures focused on her from above. It's a matter of the experience she hasn't had as much chance with him to hone into that instinct, rather than any doubt in her abilities, which he's about to prove whether she'll thank him for it later or not. He straightens as he reaches the sidewalk with the shield held lightly in his fingers, hefting it in the split second before it flies through the air, ricocheting off of a throat, a head, a car door before it comes back to him, distracting them from her. He shouts as he reaches up to snatch it back into his hand. ]
Wanda! Put me on the roof!
[ Not just like they practiced — there's been no practice here, and there's no time now to ask if she's up to it. But in truth he wouldn't be inclined to anyway. She can, and so he won't allow for doubt on either of their parts. ]