[ Everything had been okay until the lights had disappeared. It's not the dark anyone should fear, a long lesson learned the hardest way possible; it's what might lurk in it. And Steve has done his best to usher anyone away from them or somewhere remotely safe with the reminder not to fight them since they're harmless when that happens. However, he gets that signal almost too late by the time he finds him, and Steve settles his shield into place on his back as he kneels down beside him, careful of the things swarming around him and passive enough not to disturb them. There's urgency to the hands settling on his shoulder though, his arm. Anywhere to get his attention.
This might not be his Tony, but it's still Tony. It's still someone who needs his help, someone he couldn't ever think to leave like this. His expression is tight. ]
Tony. Hey. [ Even with the diminishing light, it's not the best to make out anything in. ] Can you hear me?
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This might not be his Tony, but it's still Tony. It's still someone who needs his help, someone he couldn't ever think to leave like this. His expression is tight. ]
Tony. Hey. [ Even with the diminishing light, it's not the best to make out anything in. ] Can you hear me?