[ Acting Hunter is not one of the mantles he ever expected to hold down with a giant metal suit. Steve would dare call it overkill if he were back home. Nothing as big as these reptiles grow&mdash there;well, not naturally. But as a tangible threat to the community, it plays out a little more dignified spilling bullets into animals and chasing them away with a flamethrower. A little.
The real problem is the wet ground. All that flooding has turned the wide banks soft and dangerous. If he stops for any length of time, Steve can feel himself slipping into the mud, catching the large iron plates of the suit's soles. That means more exertion on his heart as he heaves the Iron Man out of the soil one leg at a time. And then rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. Anything particularly sticky and Steve fires up the propulsion system with a loud roar. ]
This is not going well...
PROMPT 2 - CLEANIN UP DAT RIVERRR
[ He's put the Iron Man to manual labor this day, something he could never do without the enhanced strength. Still, the strain on his squishy body has him breaking out in a sweat like he's been running a marathon at a sprint. And that familiar wave of nausea is starting to rise in his throat and ruddy his face, so he smartly (for once) takes a break.
The sizable helmet comes off between his giant hands and rests against one strong hip, the relief immediate. It tempers the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as the Iron Man literally saps the life out of him one heartbeat at a time. ]
Careful. [ In his poor line of sight Steve sees another volunteer heading for the water's edge. ] There's still a lot of debris.
[ He would hate for someone to impale themselves through their heel or legs rooting around. ]
PROMPT 4 - FLOWER POWERRR
[ It takes Steve far too long to remember that his Flash Gordon communicator comes with a camera. Some... how. There he's been standing, slack-jawed no doubt, trying to burn the flowers' hues deep into his mind for later, but he's yet to cotton on to the fact that practically every problem has a solution found in your back pocket.
So he pulls it out with careful hands and access the "Home" screen. That he's got down. Two taps and he's in. The camera on the other hand takes a little digging before the screen fades away and shows the around him—more specifically, right below him. ]
Miracles of modern science... [ It's impressive to say the least. Crisp, beautifully colored photographs held in his hands to be poured over at his leisure. ]
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Steve Rogers | Iron Man | SHITS N GIGS!!
[ Acting Hunter is not one of the mantles he ever expected to hold down with a giant metal suit. Steve would dare call it overkill if he were back home. Nothing as big as these reptiles grow&mdash there;well, not naturally. But as a tangible threat to the community, it plays out a little more dignified spilling bullets into animals and chasing them away with a flamethrower. A little.
The real problem is the wet ground. All that flooding has turned the wide banks soft and dangerous. If he stops for any length of time, Steve can feel himself slipping into the mud, catching the large iron plates of the suit's soles. That means more exertion on his heart as he heaves the Iron Man out of the soil one leg at a time. And then rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. Anything particularly sticky and Steve fires up the propulsion system with a loud roar. ]
This is not going well...
PROMPT 2 - CLEANIN UP DAT RIVERRR
[ He's put the Iron Man to manual labor this day, something he could never do without the enhanced strength. Still, the strain on his squishy body has him breaking out in a sweat like he's been running a marathon at a sprint. And that familiar wave of nausea is starting to rise in his throat and ruddy his face, so he smartly (for once) takes a break.
The sizable helmet comes off between his giant hands and rests against one strong hip, the relief immediate. It tempers the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as the Iron Man literally saps the life out of him one heartbeat at a time. ]
Careful. [ In his poor line of sight Steve sees another volunteer heading for the water's edge. ] There's still a lot of debris.
[ He would hate for someone to impale themselves through their heel or legs rooting around. ]
PROMPT 4 - FLOWER POWERRR
[ It takes Steve far too long to remember that his Flash Gordon communicator comes with a camera. Some... how. There he's been standing, slack-jawed no doubt, trying to burn the flowers' hues deep into his mind for later, but he's yet to cotton on to the fact that practically every problem has a solution found in your back pocket.
So he pulls it out with careful hands and access the "Home" screen. That he's got down. Two taps and he's in. The camera on the other hand takes a little digging before the screen fades away and shows the around him—more specifically, right below him. ]
Miracles of modern science... [ It's impressive to say the least. Crisp, beautifully colored photographs held in his hands to be poured over at his leisure. ]
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