19-what? [It startled him badly enough that he let himself be tugged along without so much as a twitch. That was...well, Tony would have said impossible, but a lot of things he thought were impossible were proving to be less so. Improbable, then.
His head was still swimming, his thoughts feeling oddly unconnected, but a few things were trying to pull themselves together. Like the fact that if this was real and he really had managed to time travel. And if this was Brooklyn in the 30s. Then this tiny guy who looked like Steve might....actually be Steve. Holy shit.
Intellectually he'd known how Steve had looked before the serum, but actually seeing him in person was a different story. He was just as demanding, but it seemed sharper some how. Like he didn't actually expect to be listened to.
All of it was enough to have him following along slightly dazedly until he finally put enough thoughts together to tug back on the grip possibly-Steve had on his arm. Not enough to stop, just to get his attention.]
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His head was still swimming, his thoughts feeling oddly unconnected, but a few things were trying to pull themselves together. Like the fact that if this was real and he really had managed to time travel. And if this was Brooklyn in the 30s. Then this tiny guy who looked like Steve might....actually be Steve. Holy shit.
Intellectually he'd known how Steve had looked before the serum, but actually seeing him in person was a different story. He was just as demanding, but it seemed sharper some how. Like he didn't actually expect to be listened to.
All of it was enough to have him following along slightly dazedly until he finally put enough thoughts together to tug back on the grip possibly-Steve had on his arm. Not enough to stop, just to get his attention.]
Hey. I really am okay.