Re: [The barn: Raven and Atticus. Now with added Steve!]
Steve looked to Atticus, but the expectant expression gave way quickly to concern. There was no way the other man was going to be able to open the barn doors. In fact, Steve was probably going to have to come back to help him across the street too. Alright.—Raven killed the whine of pain just as it erupted, and maybe the man should've noticed scars, but he was mired in other details at the moment. Maybe it would come to him when he thought the scene over later. His brain had a tendency to pick up details he wasn't conscious of. One of the perks (or not) of an eidetic memory.
The woman told him to go, so Steve went. He had to wiggle, push his fingers between the doors. Luckily, he was strong enough, that he was able to shove them apart just with his knuckles and a little momentum. Splinters embedded themselves in his skin, but he hardly felt them. He edged out between the doors, careful not to bump Raven against anything, and he stepped the both of them into the sunlight.—Blessedly, the road was clear. His strides were long and firm, but he didn't jog, so as to minimize jostle.
It was only a few steps, and then they were in the carriage house. "Almost there," he told Raven. He took the stairs slowly. He sloped himself forward, shoulders rolled inward, so he could make it without bumping the walls, and he turned into Atticus' bedroom without hesitation. The bed was messy and unmade, but that made this easier.—Coming right up to the edge of the mattress, Steve bent at the waist and lowered the woman onto the bed, gently, gently.