[He turns and sets off through the storm, setting a punishing sort of pace, jogging into the wind. He knows Steve can keep up, maybe is one of the only people who can, and so he doesn't bother to regulate the speed given to him by the serum at all.
It's not far to a small alley between buildings, where there's a roughly and personally constructed shelter of some scraps of sheet metal and tarpaulin. There's already a sleeping bag stashed in there. It's one of his regular sleeping spots, he prefers the anonymity of sleeping rough than the communal buildings, and it's at least somewhat sheltered from the storm.
It doesn't matter that Steve's seeing it, he can have it moved in a heartbeat, Steve'll never find his location again.]
Get in. It'll-- [Keep you dry?] --stop you getting wetter.
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It's not far to a small alley between buildings, where there's a roughly and personally constructed shelter of some scraps of sheet metal and tarpaulin. There's already a sleeping bag stashed in there. It's one of his regular sleeping spots, he prefers the anonymity of sleeping rough than the communal buildings, and it's at least somewhat sheltered from the storm.
It doesn't matter that Steve's seeing it, he can have it moved in a heartbeat, Steve'll never find his location again.]
Get in. It'll-- [Keep you dry?] --stop you getting wetter.