[ Well isn't this just typical. Steve had thought he'd already fallen out of the frying pan and into the fire, but maneating plants? Much worse. He nearly stumbles into a whole posse of the plants that have grown over a particularly shoddy bit of wall before even realizes that the things are dangerous. They're more than happy to give him a demonstration, of course. Steve curses as one of them gets a vine around his arm, pulling at the damn thing to try to make it let go. ]
Why couldn't I have woken up on a beach surrounded by Amazons again? That was - [ tug, muttered curse ] - much, much better than this.
[ And he's counting the fact that some of them had proposed straight up murdering him upon arrival. Given the way this vine is digging its stinger into his clothes, he's kind of glad he didn't swap out for the fresh pair that the welcoming committee had given him. A WWI German's officer's uniform, worse for wear and badly singed, now getting torn up by a plant. Perfect. And while Steve is a soldier, recovering from an explosive death has left him paler and weaker than he should be, with burn marks along any visible skin, including some angry red waves along one side of his face and breaking up his blond hair.
He's not in any danger from the plants (yet), but he could really, really use a hand. Especially since there are more creeping up behind him. ]
6. WILD CARD
[ When he's not fighting off carnivorous plants, Steve is wandering around the Quarantine in his tattered uniform, staring up at ... well, everything. Last he checked, it was 1918 - and here he is on a goddamn alien moon surrounded by tech he doesn't remotely understand. Including this ... phone? It sure doesn't look like a phone. ]
How the hell do I get this to work ...
[ Muttered to himself as he prods at the piece of plastic uncertainly. ]
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Steve Trevor | Wonder Woman (DCEU) | OTA (Spoilers in white text)
[ Well isn't this just typical. Steve had thought he'd already fallen out of the frying pan and into the fire, but maneating plants? Much worse. He nearly stumbles into a whole posse of the plants that have grown over a particularly shoddy bit of wall before even realizes that the things are dangerous. They're more than happy to give him a demonstration, of course. Steve curses as one of them gets a vine around his arm, pulling at the damn thing to try to make it let go. ]
Why couldn't I have woken up on a beach surrounded by Amazons again? That was - [ tug, muttered curse ] - much, much better than this.
[ And he's counting the fact that some of them had proposed straight up murdering him upon arrival. Given the way this vine is digging its stinger into his clothes, he's kind of glad he didn't swap out for the fresh pair that the welcoming committee had given him. A WWI German's officer's uniform, worse for wear and badly singed, now getting torn up by a plant. Perfect. And while Steve is a soldier, recovering from an explosive death has left him paler and weaker than he should be, with burn marks along any visible skin, including some angry red waves along one side of his face and breaking up his blond hair.
He's not in any danger from the plants (yet), but he could really, really use a hand. Especially since there are more creeping up behind him. ]
6. WILD CARD
[ When he's not fighting off carnivorous plants, Steve is wandering around the Quarantine in his tattered uniform, staring up at ... well, everything. Last he checked, it was 1918 - and here he is on a goddamn alien moon surrounded by tech he doesn't remotely understand. Including this ... phone? It sure doesn't look like a phone. ]
How the hell do I get this to work ...
[ Muttered to himself as he prods at the piece of plastic uncertainly. ]
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