Even though Thor was his master, words and all, and even though he knew that he probably didn't stand a chance, the Soldier thrashed as he was taken from his victim. His hands dripped blood and his eyes were nearly feral, his lips pulled back into a snarl. All he wanted was to get at Steve again, and being taken from him felt as though Thor had reached into him and pulled out his heart.

"Steve-- STEVE!"

There was something cracked about the call, a complete juxtaposition to the way he seemed to still want to kill him, a desperate plea for a friend beneath the pieces of the Soldier. He was still there, he was still--