It was harder to steady himself now than it had been before, but he did his best to keep a hold on Steve and make sure he didn't get pulled away. He'd sooner rather lose his other arm than let Steve get dragged off. "Yeah, I've had enough of tentacled sea creatures who don't understand sarcasm."

He was ready to yank Steve away if he had to, but he was relieved that Steve managed to get free on his own. That relief lasted until he realized that he was not prepared to support all of Steve's weight. He lost his balance and went down, grimacing when he landed on his left shoulder. He never let go of Steve, though, just in case, even though they didn't land in another puddle.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as he got his breath back.