[ Funny, how that still hurts. To have someone he cares about fire at him - or someone who looks like someone he cares about at any rate. Sam ducks behind the shield - not enough room to make much use of the wings. And he thinks of Karli relentlessly beating on him, yelling at him to fight back, her voice cracking because she was so far gone in her own rage and hurt, wanting him to fight back or give up instead of still trying to reach her.
This hits close to home.
Sam moves forwards, but here's the thing.
Karli, young as she was, had super soldier serum inside of her. Even had Sam fought back hard, he'd have been unable to seriously hurt her with anything but a gun, and he wasn't about to use one against her. Newton's just a dude, and Sam doesn't know if that's different now, if he was wrong about that, if this is different, but...
Sam still sees a guy who's practically blind without his glasses sitting barefoot on a kitchen counter looking like a breeze could knock him over.
The sharp pain is a surprise as the phaser punches through the suit and into flesh, leaving Sam stunned - he hadn't quite realized he'd held back, and how that had left just enough of an opening. He brings his momentum short as his knees buckle under sharp pain that blossoms just below his ribcage on his side, and he has enough medical experience that his mind screams alarms at him.
The shield clatters down, and Sam looks, stunned, at the red spreading into the white fabric of his suit.
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This hits close to home.
Sam moves forwards, but here's the thing.
Karli, young as she was, had super soldier serum inside of her. Even had Sam fought back hard, he'd have been unable to seriously hurt her with anything but a gun, and he wasn't about to use one against her. Newton's just a dude, and Sam doesn't know if that's different now, if he was wrong about that, if this is different, but...
Sam still sees a guy who's practically blind without his glasses sitting barefoot on a kitchen counter looking like a breeze could knock him over.
The sharp pain is a surprise as the phaser punches through the suit and into flesh, leaving Sam stunned - he hadn't quite realized he'd held back, and how that had left just enough of an opening. He brings his momentum short as his knees buckle under sharp pain that blossoms just below his ribcage on his side, and he has enough medical experience that his mind screams alarms at him.
The shield clatters down, and Sam looks, stunned, at the red spreading into the white fabric of his suit.
Well... shit. ]
... Newt?