[ Gotta warm up with the absolute buffoonery before we get a real blockbuster hit on our hands. ]

Hold on, hold on, wait —

[ Steve doesn't even have time to respond to wild and kooky ideas about layers of hell behind this one, peeling back fruit or whatever, because he's already being yanked forward without a moment's notice to breathe or think. In order to keep from stumbling over his own damned feet, he has to keep up with the literal Flash here (not that he knows a hell of a lot more than that about the character; he's not a nerd or anything) and he can only thank those four years of being on nearly every sports team possible for being able to keep up as well as he can. ]

How are you running so fast? You sure you don't have like, superpowers or something?

[ He glances past their shoulders for only the briefest of seconds, spotting the headless horseman still in hot pursuit. Fuck. It surges him to move forward. ]

Shiit. Keep moving, I think it sees us.

[ And then, just like that, they're still running and then they're being sucked into the space between two buildings, and Steve still barely has the time for his brain to catch up. ]