Steve isn't really sure what happens. He pulls the trigger, and supposedly there's a blast— he can't tell, can't remember much of anything, just a sudden loud noise and he gets knocked out as his face slams into the controls.
When he comes to, all he hears is white noise. There's barely anything left of the plane, mostly just the front and one of its wings, and little bits and pieces of the rest scattered across the floor. It's a wonder it even managed to land with him still alive and in one piece, though that's not the first thought flitting through his head.
He startles into a sitting position, breathing shallow and rapid as he pats at his own chest in a panic. He can't make sense of it, though. He's... he's alive.
"No," his voice trembles with panic. If he made it, then the gas must have too, right? He scrambles to his feet, stumbling all over himself as he spots the blur of what's left of the plane, and he rushes over to see if there's anything left in there, for the moment unaware that he has company. "No, they can't— they can't..."
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When he comes to, all he hears is white noise. There's barely anything left of the plane, mostly just the front and one of its wings, and little bits and pieces of the rest scattered across the floor. It's a wonder it even managed to land with him still alive and in one piece, though that's not the first thought flitting through his head.
He startles into a sitting position, breathing shallow and rapid as he pats at his own chest in a panic. He can't make sense of it, though. He's... he's alive.
"No," his voice trembles with panic. If he made it, then the gas must have too, right? He scrambles to his feet, stumbling all over himself as he spots the blur of what's left of the plane, and he rushes over to see if there's anything left in there, for the moment unaware that he has company. "No, they can't— they can't..."