[He can hear the other man working towards the fight himself as he stands back up, reclaims his shield and straps it back on. The situation is almost surreal but if he doesn't take it seriously, then it's possible that everyone back at HQ will be at risk, and that's not something he wants to leave up to chance.
Thor's voice booms over the area, and he doesn't even turn around as he grapples with a soldier, managing to throw him over his shoulder. There's something wrong though - the Norse agent's half-finished reply as him turn just in time to catch the sight of the grenade. Wide-eyed, he lifts his shield to block it, shuts his eyes tight and the sound rings in his head, while the flash doesn't exactly reach him.]
Thor! Are you okay?
[That's when the second grenade comes in, and Steve's barely opening his eyes are he hears it land so here's instinct working for him. He's bending down, picking up the grenade and flinging it off as quick as he can; it goes off midair and his vision's blurry now, but he's turning his waist, back to sending his shield off in some direction.
-which is hopefully toward the enemy. Flash grenades, bad. Right.
On the other side, the enemy scrambles to take position else they'll scramble like chickens without their heads. They're everywhere it seems, aiming with their rifles and firing as they please. Steve takes refuge behind a broken wall, eyes still scanning the area for the other. ]
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Thor's voice booms over the area, and he doesn't even turn around as he grapples with a soldier, managing to throw him over his shoulder. There's something wrong though - the Norse agent's half-finished reply as him turn just in time to catch the sight of the grenade. Wide-eyed, he lifts his shield to block it, shuts his eyes tight and the sound rings in his head, while the flash doesn't exactly reach him.]
Thor! Are you okay?
[That's when the second grenade comes in, and Steve's barely opening his eyes are he hears it land so here's instinct working for him. He's bending down, picking up the grenade and flinging it off as quick as he can; it goes off midair and his vision's blurry now, but he's turning his waist, back to sending his shield off in some direction.
-which is hopefully toward the enemy. Flash grenades, bad. Right.
On the other side, the enemy scrambles to take position else they'll scramble like chickens without their heads. They're everywhere it seems, aiming with their rifles and firing as they please. Steve takes refuge behind a broken wall, eyes still scanning the area for the other. ]