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[ She'll probably have about fifteen or twenty minutes to stab and shove stubbornly at the portal before Steve manages to get there. When he does, he's panting heavily, his shirt sticking to his back with the sweat. He also has a cut going across his cheek and a few scrapes and cuts on his palms and knuckles, but— well, making his way across the forest in plain trousers and shirt and a simple pair of shoes rather than proper clothes and boots doesn't exactly help. ]

Diana... [ He breathes deeply, taking a seat on a rock nearby and closing his eyes to try and will the dizziness away. ] Please. You're not going to achieve anything.