[It's a vague reassurance, though given how rough the first wave was, it probably says something about her, too. She's trying to keep it lowkey, at least for the moment, but Steve's certainly one of the people that she's least concerned with here.
She just knows that it makes her weird, not normal, and unlike people like Steve and the dark-haired woman she'd seen, Ava's powers aren't so easy to control. So she doesn't risk it and she tries to keep the sparks from her eyes, even if she's only more-or-less successful. The passenger that they've freed, the gratitude as they help them out and send them on their way brings a warmth to her face, though.
She looks a little nervous at first, when she looks up at him, nodding slowly. She's a little shy about it, though not such that she'll lie about it. Especially not to him. So instead she just nods, smirking a little to try and smooth over the rough edges.] Of course. Not like I'd say no even if it wasn't Captain America asking me for help.
[Her eyes glitter unnaturally in the dark, like sparks of lightning; makes her easy to pick out even in the dim lighting. Despite the chaos, or maybe because of it, she seems to be holding up well, anyway.]
[ Steve is grateful for the help, whether or not the importance of his name - of being Captain America - sits atop the request.
It's still a pretty strange thing to be so well known and revered, doubly so in a place like this where the few strands of familiarity have no real context to tie it together anymore. This planet is so foreign, so distant - and Earth is a memory. These moments suddenly mean a hell of a lot more to him than they probably should.
He's getting a little too sentimental in his old age.
[Back home she'd always tried to be cool about it, that she wasn't particularly interested in the Avengers, but as someone that lived through the Battle of New York, it was hard not to be. Steve had been her favorite, been the one that stood for the sort of things that she wanted to be.
The fact that he's here and awake, that helps with those whole mess as pods drop from the sky. And helping, even if it's like this, makes her feel not quite so bad about hiding the extent of what she's capable of. She's still Doing Something and that feels good.]
Let's go.
[A toss of her head, looking up and then heading toward the nearest pod. She's quick on her feet, though Steve can keep up easily enough. It's just another flicker of something a little bit off about her.]
There a plan here, or are we just grabbing as many people as we can?
[ If there's a better one, he's all ears, but with the rate of these pods falling from the sky and the manpower available in the First Wave, all Steve's got so far is to catch as many as he can, help his team-mates, and hopefully get a team-mate or two to lend him a hand when necessary.
Any pods with door troubles get other First Wavers to help out, and so it goes.
He gestures with his chin to one a few paces from where they are. Some poor passenger is banging at the metal sheet from the inside. ]
[She shrugs, making a sound that's not quite a laugh, but tinged with a little amusement.]
Works for me.
[Look, she's just saying that she wouldn't have put it past him to have assigned people he runs into quadrants to make sure everything's covered. But this is easier. She sticks with him, keeping up pretty easily, though it's not like they're clocking one of his morning runs out here, to be fair.
She nods in response to the jerk of his chin, sighting the pod he'd indicated and she heads for it. Since he already knows, she's a little less subtle this time, letting that crackle of blue light twist along her fingertips when they get there, and then pressing fingertips to the metal.]
At least it's not aliens.
[It's not really a joke; holds a touch of someone who'd been a little too close for comfort and too powerless during the Chitauri Invasion.]
[ They might not be here now but Steve isn't about to assume that whatever happens next will be extraterrestrial-free. Although, now that he thinks about it, they are probably the alien ones here. It's kind of a strange perspective to take on, but it's also kind of a reality.
He doesn't have the time to mull over it, anyway, when there are pods and passengers still in need of assistance. He keeps up with Ava, pulling off doors when he can, and giving a hand to the passengers trapped within their shells. ]
Suppose we shouldn't pull anything off the table just yet.
[They might technically be the aliens here, but there's no telling whatever might come out of that power that had attacked the station and required Darma to send them down to the surface in such a manner. But she's trying to not focus too much on the cause just yet, but instead on the people she can help, on the things she's capable of doing.
Like this: being able to force the doors on the pods to open, making it easier for Steve to help the people inside to their feet and make sure they can get to where some people seem to be setting up a staging area with what supplies survived the impact.]
Alright. Same goes.
[She flashes him a smile, maybe teasing just a little. But also a subtle touch that says he doesn't have to worry about her.]
[ Sure, she's probably more than capable of taking care of herself, but it's in Steve's nature to always look out for his team or those he considers teammates.
It's a thing, don't mind him.
So it is that the two of them manage to find their way through a good deal of pods before the evening is through and the light slowly fades.
Ava's impressive as far as Steve is concerned. She holds her ground, doesn't give up, and she's strong and clever. She keeps up with him and he's got super-serum running through his veins. By the end of it, he's pretty sure they've combed through the majority of the wasteland now scattered with empty pods.
Steve's feeling hot in his uniform, having worked up a sweat - and an appetite for whatever food supplies they might have at the encampment. After a moment or two of catching up on his breath, he heads over to Ava. ]
Looks like we're in the clear. Everyone seems to have made it to camp.
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[It's a vague reassurance, though given how rough the first wave was, it probably says something about her, too. She's trying to keep it lowkey, at least for the moment, but Steve's certainly one of the people that she's least concerned with here.
She just knows that it makes her weird, not normal, and unlike people like Steve and the dark-haired woman she'd seen, Ava's powers aren't so easy to control. So she doesn't risk it and she tries to keep the sparks from her eyes, even if she's only more-or-less successful. The passenger that they've freed, the gratitude as they help them out and send them on their way brings a warmth to her face, though.
She looks a little nervous at first, when she looks up at him, nodding slowly. She's a little shy about it, though not such that she'll lie about it. Especially not to him. So instead she just nods, smirking a little to try and smooth over the rough edges.] Of course. Not like I'd say no even if it wasn't Captain America asking me for help.
[Her eyes glitter unnaturally in the dark, like sparks of lightning; makes her easy to pick out even in the dim lighting. Despite the chaos, or maybe because of it, she seems to be holding up well, anyway.]
Next one?
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It's still a pretty strange thing to be so well known and revered, doubly so in a place like this where the few strands of familiarity have no real context to tie it together anymore. This planet is so foreign, so distant - and Earth is a memory. These moments suddenly mean a hell of a lot more to him than they probably should.
He's getting a little too sentimental in his old age.
He smiles encouragingly. ]
Next one.
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The fact that he's here and awake, that helps with those whole mess as pods drop from the sky. And helping, even if it's like this, makes her feel not quite so bad about hiding the extent of what she's capable of. She's still Doing Something and that feels good.]
Let's go.
[A toss of her head, looking up and then heading toward the nearest pod. She's quick on her feet, though Steve can keep up easily enough. It's just another flicker of something a little bit off about her.]
There a plan here, or are we just grabbing as many people as we can?
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[ If there's a better one, he's all ears, but with the rate of these pods falling from the sky and the manpower available in the First Wave, all Steve's got so far is to catch as many as he can, help his team-mates, and hopefully get a team-mate or two to lend him a hand when necessary.
Any pods with door troubles get other First Wavers to help out, and so it goes.
He gestures with his chin to one a few paces from where they are. Some poor passenger is banging at the metal sheet from the inside. ]
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Works for me.
[Look, she's just saying that she wouldn't have put it past him to have assigned people he runs into quadrants to make sure everything's covered. But this is easier. She sticks with him, keeping up pretty easily, though it's not like they're clocking one of his morning runs out here, to be fair.
She nods in response to the jerk of his chin, sighting the pod he'd indicated and she heads for it. Since he already knows, she's a little less subtle this time, letting that crackle of blue light twist along her fingertips when they get there, and then pressing fingertips to the metal.]
At least it's not aliens.
[It's not really a joke; holds a touch of someone who'd been a little too close for comfort and too powerless during the Chitauri Invasion.]
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[ They might not be here now but Steve isn't about to assume that whatever happens next will be extraterrestrial-free. Although, now that he thinks about it, they are probably the alien ones here. It's kind of a strange perspective to take on, but it's also kind of a reality.
He doesn't have the time to mull over it, anyway, when there are pods and passengers still in need of assistance. He keeps up with Ava, pulling off doors when he can, and giving a hand to the passengers trapped within their shells. ]
You let me know if you need a breather.
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[They might technically be the aliens here, but there's no telling whatever might come out of that power that had attacked the station and required Darma to send them down to the surface in such a manner. But she's trying to not focus too much on the cause just yet, but instead on the people she can help, on the things she's capable of doing.
Like this: being able to force the doors on the pods to open, making it easier for Steve to help the people inside to their feet and make sure they can get to where some people seem to be setting up a staging area with what supplies survived the impact.]
Alright. Same goes.
[She flashes him a smile, maybe teasing just a little. But also a subtle touch that says he doesn't have to worry about her.]
wrap on your tag maybe?
It's a thing, don't mind him.
So it is that the two of them manage to find their way through a good deal of pods before the evening is through and the light slowly fades.
Ava's impressive as far as Steve is concerned. She holds her ground, doesn't give up, and she's strong and clever. She keeps up with him and he's got super-serum running through his veins. By the end of it, he's pretty sure they've combed through the majority of the wasteland now scattered with empty pods.
Steve's feeling hot in his uniform, having worked up a sweat - and an appetite for whatever food supplies they might have at the encampment. After a moment or two of catching up on his breath, he heads over to Ava. ]
Looks like we're in the clear. Everyone seems to have made it to camp.