[ Steve isn't sure, for a moment, whether he is actually awake. Perhaps he took the blow and blocked it out, dreaming up a preferable scenario. An impossible one, because Vision is gone, along with scores of others who Steve sees now only through the boundlessness of his unconscious mind.
Then he is blinded by light and the stench of burning greens fills his nose and he can hear sirens and screams and sounds of conflict nearby. His senses are telling him in no uncertain terms that this moment is real. Finally, recent memory penetrates the shock and he recalls what he was doing just before: the plants, the strange city, the skydive that wasn't a dive at all.
This is just the latest in a series of events that don't make any sense to him, and chances are the other shoe is due to drop soon, but Steve still can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he starts to sit up. It perhaps dims the effect when he nods seriously and says: ] Thanks for the save.
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Then he is blinded by light and the stench of burning greens fills his nose and he can hear sirens and screams and sounds of conflict nearby. His senses are telling him in no uncertain terms that this moment is real. Finally, recent memory penetrates the shock and he recalls what he was doing just before: the plants, the strange city, the skydive that wasn't a dive at all.
This is just the latest in a series of events that don't make any sense to him, and chances are the other shoe is due to drop soon, but Steve still can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he starts to sit up. It perhaps dims the effect when he nods seriously and says: ] Thanks for the save.