A painted... [It hits him as he trails off, and now his eyes widen in horror. A painted star. Steve Rogers. No.]
Sif, stop this. Look away. [He breaks into a run, though his armor and hammer were not meant for sprinting. There is too much there. There are things she cannot see.]
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Sif, stop this. Look away. [He breaks into a run, though his armor and hammer were not meant for sprinting. There is too much there. There are things she cannot see.]