Re: Steve/John
John just snorted softly. "No one ever knows what to do when the world actually ends." Even knowing what was going to happen, he hadn't been entirely prepared to see it himself. But, he'd at least known enough to know not to expect better. "I know you will. I have to think three moves ahead, though. Make sure my just being here doesn't make things worse." Marcus had said enough that John couldn't deny he had a roll in this world. He just hoped he wasn't going to end up working at cross-purposes with his future self.
He nodded. "I will. Although, honestly, they're not likely to burn the witches at the stake if they think they can stop the metal." Not that they were there for that or could let the people believe it. That would only strip away any hope they could provide when the thing wearing his mother's face eventually sent them all back to the bus. He was less worried about revealing magic to people who had lost the ability to believe years ago than he was the possibility he'd have to reveal himself to his uncle and possibly throw the entire timeline to hell.
"Oops?" John chuckled under his breath. "It'd be justice," he countered, thinking of the things that had been done there. "I don't know what the properties are of the metal in your shield, but you can probably take them apart. The regular HKs can be brought down like any conventional vehicle. They're controlled by the enemy, but not as autonomous as the infiltrators. Blow them up, dismantle them, they're pretty much done. They don't have a chip. With the infiltrators, you aim for the chip or turn them to ash."