Steve waited a second for the besotted pair to realize he was looming, then clapped a hand on Sakichi’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat. Fighting takes a lot out of you, even when you’re used to it.” And being a good medic took more. But he doubted Sakichi would admit that.
“I wouldn’t say I’m used to it,” Sakichi admitted as they filed out into the hall and started heading downstairs. “We tried to stay in the clinics most of the time. They were neutral ground. No one was allowed to attack there.”
“And when you couldn’t?” Widow glanced over her shoulder at him, waiting for truth or lies.
Sakichi reddened. “If someone tried to challenge Chisuru, I went after their Ashikabi. I think I’ve beaten up more people in the past few months than I have in my whole life.”
Steve hid a frown; just because Bruce had very good reasons to avoid violence, didn’t mean he ought to apply that to everybody-
“Ishida?” Tony had dropped the visor again, but the slightly mechanized voice was thoughtful. “I wish I could tell you the adrenaline goes away. It doesn’t. But you can get it to gear down, with some peace and quiet.” He paused. “Normal’s overrated, anyway.”
“I guess we’ll have to get used to that,” Sakichi said unhappily. “If Ashikabi are starting to develop powers….”
“It might just be those with multiple Sekirei,” Orihiko spoke up. “The only one I’ve heard of doing anything odd before today is Seo. And he has the Thunder Twins-”
Two stomachs growled. Kaho’s cheeks pinked, and she tried to look as innocent as anyone carrying a naginata could.
Barton swept forward to cover the last door between them and the cafeteria; Iron Man opened it with a butler’s flourish, exuding upper-class charm even through armor. “Ladies. Your repast awaits.”