[ Steve's amusement is visible in his eyes more than the slight uptick of his lips, so that it's in turn more wry than jovial, but the look that follows Bucky until he's situated behind the turret is softer and speaks to something good in what was said, even if he's apparently the only one who understands why. If anyone is even glancing in his direction, instead of at the massively destructive undulations of the machine outside and the swiftly curving trajectories of the drones as they seek targets. ]
You can worry plenty for all of us, Buck.
[ Whether that means they'll find their way through the fight or are simply all certifiable is a matter best left to interpretation. Either way Steve isn't himself much more willing to be distracted from the swarm beginning to harry the ship, and he faces forward again to watch Luke evade them, ears taking a pounding at the firing of the turrets, though he doesn't flinch. Closer, they can all see that these are different from sentinels, lacking most of the reach but probably making up for it in their grasp. As though echoing the thought, a hit reverberates through the metal of the ship, louder than the guns and rocking them all as the aft end is thrown upwards, enough to knock any one of them off their feet. Steve barely keeps his own.
The sound of tearing metal is more muffled, but immediate. ]
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[ Steve's amusement is visible in his eyes more than the slight uptick of his lips, so that it's in turn more wry than jovial, but the look that follows Bucky until he's situated behind the turret is softer and speaks to something good in what was said, even if he's apparently the only one who understands why. If anyone is even glancing in his direction, instead of at the massively destructive undulations of the machine outside and the swiftly curving trajectories of the drones as they seek targets. ]
You can worry plenty for all of us, Buck.
[ Whether that means they'll find their way through the fight or are simply all certifiable is a matter best left to interpretation. Either way Steve isn't himself much more willing to be distracted from the swarm beginning to harry the ship, and he faces forward again to watch Luke evade them, ears taking a pounding at the firing of the turrets, though he doesn't flinch. Closer, they can all see that these are different from sentinels, lacking most of the reach but probably making up for it in their grasp. As though echoing the thought, a hit reverberates through the metal of the ship, louder than the guns and rocking them all as the aft end is thrown upwards, enough to knock any one of them off their feet. Steve barely keeps his own.
The sound of tearing metal is more muffled, but immediate. ]