[ Right. He swallows hard, throat dry and aching from however long that tube was down his throat. A few seconds pass as he stares at her hand extended toward him. Not a lot is making sense right now, the best he can do is try to get his feet under him.
And maybe take a leap. ]
Steve. [ Finally, and he accepts the hand to help awkwardly pull himself upright, though he leans most of his weight on his other arm, braced against the pod. ] Steve Rogers.
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And maybe take a leap. ]
Steve. [ Finally, and he accepts the hand to help awkwardly pull himself upright, though he leans most of his weight on his other arm, braced against the pod. ] Steve Rogers.
[ Offered, if guarded. ]