MIDTOWN: Doug Ramsey & X-23 & Steve & Open
There wasn't a single part of Steve that wanted to go after the girl once he'd gotten her off of him, and a small part of him actually felt badly for kicking her so hard. She didn't seem to be impacted by it much, not with how she so gracefully turned it into a flip and landed with absolutely no sound. This was a tough one, and he kept his eye on her as he rolled back just enough so that he could get the momentum to roll his back back against the ground and jump up onto his feet.
Doug's arm was unnecessary, but Steve couldn't blame him. The kid was clearly a pacifist and he didn't know Steve at all, but he would soon learn that he had more moral fiber in his little finger than most people did in their whole bodies. The tackle had been nothing more than an effort to keep the girl from killing Doug, and as his turquoise gaze shifted between them he could tell that she was starting to calm down - though he wasn't sure what her expression meant.
The pain in his leg was substantial, but it seemed to be recovering relatively quickly. He wasn't entirely sure if that was normal or not, because it seemed like having a blade shoved straight through your calf would be a long lasting injury, but Steve didn't say a word as he felt his body gradually taking care of itself.
"Doug's right, miss. We don't want to hurt you and we've got much bigger things to worry about than each other." He'd raised a hand out in a type of sincere reassuring gesture, but he dropped it down to his side before giving a little shake of his head and offering a friendly crooked smile to her and then over at Doug.