This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. At Michael's request, Steve pressed himself against the wall. But he didn't just stand there. He couldn't, not with Michael out in the open and protecting him. Michael shouldn't even be here. This was Steve's fault, his whole goddamn family's fault. Issac's fault, and the Averys' fault. Damn his relatives.
Though he wasn't anything near to ace at magic, Steve did his best to fight back. His expertise were with simple charms; the majority of his spells were disarming and freezing. It worked for a while, but it wouldn't work forever.
Eventually, in the midst of chaos and injuries, Steve noticed something more. Something that didn't have to do with the guys harassing him. The DMLE. It had to be. They would help. They would finally see what he was talking about and believe him.
"In here," Steve croaked, his mouth mysteriously dry. Had he really been that nervous?