weaves around to the right and down at a gentle angle.

It looks and sounds devoid of life and he proceeds slowly inside, checking behind the door before waving his hand for Dylan to follow. The kid sticks close to him in the darkness, their only light from the corridor behind sharply lighting the room ahead apart from where their shadows blocked it. The handgun, too heavy to aim properly points forward into the shadows and Steve presses a finger gently on the barrel, re aiming it down at the ground.

He survived a lot of seemingly impossible situations today, to then get shot by the kid in a panic would be a disaster. Or worse still, having him shoot one of the guys.

They couldn’t heal like he could and dealing with