[ Steve turns to her, the movement made quick by his already near run, and it's only then that he realizes she wasn't already behind him. He doesn't know why or what the hell she thinks she was doing instead, and it manages to hurt even as he looks away from her toward a third scream. The anguish in his expression is turned firmly in that direction though, because part of him already knows where the sound has been coming from and that he has little to no hope of navigating the woods in this storm. He's just never been very good at accepting those odds.
He looks back. ]
There are people out there, Nat! [ He's angry, even if he only shouts it to be heard over the wind and hail, her name at the tail end nearly cut off by more thunder. In the light that precedes it like the flash of a camera in the dark he sees the way she's protecting herself and why, the ice bouncing harmlessly off of his own skin doing Natasha no such favors. If he had the shield— damn it. Damn it. He steps forward to meet her, grasping her elbow and pulling her in against him, putting his back between her and the worst of the wind. It doesn't do much. ]
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He looks back. ]
There are people out there, Nat! [ He's angry, even if he only shouts it to be heard over the wind and hail, her name at the tail end nearly cut off by more thunder. In the light that precedes it like the flash of a camera in the dark he sees the way she's protecting herself and why, the ice bouncing harmlessly off of his own skin doing Natasha no such favors. If he had the shield— damn it. Damn it. He steps forward to meet her, grasping her elbow and pulling her in against him, putting his back between her and the worst of the wind. It doesn't do much. ]
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