Billy’s brain is scrambling, trying to figure out what’s going on as Rogers, this wrong Steve, tells him to go. The bricks bite into his fingers and that’s when he realizes that he’s holding the wall to tightly. Then they’re warm with his blood pricking to the surface.

The crunch and wild shriek of the creature pulls him back before the blond can lose himself again. More shrieking fills the air as others start to come to their brethren‘s aid. It’s enough to get the Californian to move, scrambling to the diner doors. He lunges in as soon as the door is open, and when Steve clears it, it’s getting slammed shut again.

Still not safe. Doors, windows, all too exposed. Billy darts into the kitchen, finding the furthest corner and curling into it.