[ geralt takes off the second steve is on the back of the bike, and it takes all of steve's strength to keep his hold on geralt's shoulder and his other hand around his bat. it's a good thing he does, as one of the dogs pounces towards them just as they're racing off, and steve's able to make contact with it to keep it off them as the bike picks up speed. as geralt hits the highway and keeps going, steve settles back in behind him, letting the wind roar passed, wondering where it is they're going and hoping it's fast enough before-
the bike hits something (it has to, right?) and steve feels himself being tossed through the air, rocketed into dark, empty nothing. it feels like the fall takes forever, but also no time at all, and steve barely has the forethought to cover his head with his hands before he hits the ground (hard), and skids across the ground a few feet, less rolling and more like still moving with the force of it.
whether it's the ringing in his ears or the roaring of pain through his limbs, but steve doesn't hear the bike land somewhere else, doesn't hear geralt get to his feet. instead, steve groans, using what feels like the last of his energy to push himself onto his back to breathe, taking one long breath, and then another, groaning again as he forces himself to blink and sit up, still dizzy from the impact of it. ]
What-? [ and then, upon realizing he is somewhere distinctly different than his own domain, starts to scramble to his feet. ] Geralt? Geralt!
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the bike hits something (it has to, right?) and steve feels himself being tossed through the air, rocketed into dark, empty nothing. it feels like the fall takes forever, but also no time at all, and steve barely has the forethought to cover his head with his hands before he hits the ground (hard), and skids across the ground a few feet, less rolling and more like still moving with the force of it.
whether it's the ringing in his ears or the roaring of pain through his limbs, but steve doesn't hear the bike land somewhere else, doesn't hear geralt get to his feet. instead, steve groans, using what feels like the last of his energy to push himself onto his back to breathe, taking one long breath, and then another, groaning again as he forces himself to blink and sit up, still dizzy from the impact of it. ]
What-? [ and then, upon realizing he is somewhere distinctly different than his own domain, starts to scramble to his feet. ] Geralt? Geralt!