Steve doesn't scream - not loudly, not more than a strangled noise that he swallows as much as he can. It doesn't matter how tough you are. Getting stabbed through the shoulder hurts.
He gives a little wheeze as Loki kneels on his back. The man is heavier than he looks by far. He knows Loki is talking again, but Steve's mind is still fogged with the numb agony from his shoulder and the flash of calculations that he's always been good at - what his options are in the here and now, what chance he stands dependent on his immediate actions and Loki's response.
You're the skinny kid on the playground again, Cap, he thinks.
"I could return you to the world as it was," Loki says, and Steve goes very still, something knotting in the hollow of his throat.
"With all the familiar faces I'm sure you find yourself searching for in the crowd."
Silence. Steve curls both hands into fists. When Loki wriggles the spear, Steve forces himself to relax, the movement just what he needs to get his hands under him. He lets the groan of pain out, gives Loki that much, and then grits out, "Liar."
He throws all his weight and anger into shoving up from the ground as fast as he can, yelling as the spear digs the rest of the way through his shoulder. He's going to lose that arm in a minute, at least lose the use of it for the purposes of this fight, but if he can overbalance the man on his back he might still stand a chance.
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He gives a little wheeze as Loki kneels on his back. The man is heavier than he looks by far. He knows Loki is talking again, but Steve's mind is still fogged with the numb agony from his shoulder and the flash of calculations that he's always been good at - what his options are in the here and now, what chance he stands dependent on his immediate actions and Loki's response.
You're the skinny kid on the playground again, Cap, he thinks.
"I could return you to the world as it was," Loki says, and Steve goes very still, something knotting in the hollow of his throat.
"With all the familiar faces I'm sure you find yourself searching for in the crowd."
Silence. Steve curls both hands into fists. When Loki wriggles the spear, Steve forces himself to relax, the movement just what he needs to get his hands under him. He lets the groan of pain out, gives Loki that much, and then grits out, "Liar."
He throws all his weight and anger into shoving up from the ground as fast as he can, yelling as the spear digs the rest of the way through his shoulder. He's going to lose that arm in a minute, at least lose the use of it for the purposes of this fight, but if he can overbalance the man on his back he might still stand a chance.