It's not that he doesn't feel equipped to engage, or that he's afraid. There's something in this man's face that makes him uneasy and the way he comes at Steve is familiar enough to be disorienting. Steve turns the punch aside fluidly, leading his opponent back toward the street with each block and dodge.
Steve gets the attackers measure a little better with each exchange, taking more hits than he would on a good day and still refusing to return a single blow. He catches the next incoming punch to buy a moment to speak.
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It's not that he doesn't feel equipped to engage, or that he's afraid. There's something in this man's face that makes him uneasy and the way he comes at Steve is familiar enough to be disorienting. Steve turns the punch aside fluidly, leading his opponent back toward the street with each block and dodge.
Steve gets the attackers measure a little better with each exchange, taking more hits than he would on a good day and still refusing to return a single blow. He catches the next incoming punch to buy a moment to speak.
"What are you doing? Who are you?"