Fuck! [ The tumble doesn't help him any, the floor hard under his tired body, but adrenaline pushes him through the pain. The glass is out of reach, danger between him and his only weapon, and without it cutting into the wound on his hand the blood starts flowing more freely. Wincing and clutching it to his chest, Steve weighs his options for a moment. If he can just get it down long enough to unbarricade the door, he can get the hell out of this room and try to find an exit.
He lunges forward again, even more aggressive now that both hands are free to grab at the thing. Vaguely, he registers clothing even though he doesn't see any, wondering if it's some kind of weird trick to make him let go. Instead, he sinks his fingers in and holds on as he sends them both tumbling back to the floor, this time landing on top of the stranger. ]
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He lunges forward again, even more aggressive now that both hands are free to grab at the thing. Vaguely, he registers clothing even though he doesn't see any, wondering if it's some kind of weird trick to make him let go. Instead, he sinks his fingers in and holds on as he sends them both tumbling back to the floor, this time landing on top of the stranger. ]