( He knows without looking that Steve's handled it. Doesn't really matter how, whether he threw it or punted it, he just knows as soon as he catches sight of Steve in his peripheral vision it's handled. He breathes out heavily, ducking down to gently set the little girl back onto her feet. She goes running as soon as her toes hit the ground, seeking out her little brother and rubbing tears off his cheeks.
It's only after the girl's down and the creature's gone that he finally expresses any frustration. He shoots a look over at his right arm, lips curling like he's more personally offended by it than hurt by it. There's a follow-up accusatory look in the general direction Steve punted the creature.
He huffs, hisses in annoyance, and starts absently ripping his right sleeve away from his shoulder. )
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It's only after the girl's down and the creature's gone that he finally expresses any frustration. He shoots a look over at his right arm, lips curling like he's more personally offended by it than hurt by it. There's a follow-up accusatory look in the general direction Steve punted the creature.
He huffs, hisses in annoyance, and starts absently ripping his right sleeve away from his shoulder. )
That was the ugliest god-damn dog I've ever seen.