(Untitled)

[killer_kick]

Who: Emilia Galmar, Steve Rogers
Where: Ground floor of F1
When: Monday of Mud Week
Summary: Captain America comes to the rescue! The mud puts up a good fight.
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Discussions of torture-inflicted injuries

Comments

[rogersthat]

Emilia wasn't probably expecting a strong arm to hoist her back up to her feet. The grip was firm, but surprisingly gentle, not meaning to pull her up too roughly. "I thought you would like assistance of some kind."

Steve kept his hand on her arm just in case she might fall again. "If you're trying to get somewhere, I'm more then willing to help you get there. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself in this mud." Going through the war had made getting through mud relatively easy. He was much more careful with his wrist still healing, but he found that navigating through it wasn't too much trouble.

[killer_kick]

Emilia squeaked in startlement at the sudden lifting, but Steve's familiar voice calmed her enough not to lash out at the attacker.

"You startled me." She told him, mildly reproaching. "But thank you."

She held onto his arm in return, finding him reassuringly solid. Judging by the bicep by her shoulder he could probably carry her to the cafeteria if she simply hung limp. That would be undignified, however, so she settled for leaning some of her weight on him in place of the cane. The last rhing she wanted was for him to think she was silly.

"I'm on my way to the cafeteria, if you wish to join me." she flushed slightly after speaking. It sounded awfully forward to say that to a man, even if it was only as an invalid to her rescuer.

[rogersthat]

"Oh, I do apologize. I didn't mean to. I just couldn't let you stay in the mud like that. I guess my response was impulsive to help you up as soon as possible." He gives her an apologetic smile.

"I don't see why not. I'm not doing anything at the moment and I'd enjoy joining you." He doesn't seem at all bothered with the request, and even starts moving to assist her to the cafeteria. "It's much better then staying in those rooms at the moment. At least, I think so."

[killer_kick]

"I'm glad you've agreed. A meal is far more agreeable when it's eaten with company, even if it's only the bars." She smiled up at him grateful for the support as she walked. It was far easier to move when she knew that a slip would be compensated for.

The journey to the cafeteria was far faster with a bit of help, which was a good thing in Emilia's eyes. Her belly was threatening to growl and that wasn't something she wanted Steve to hear.

"Perhaps I should gather up some extra bottles while I'm here. Once I've drunk the water I could refill them to use for sluicing off my feet."