#idk what dev called him in draconic but definitely an insult

[dragonspined]

Devani may have been thrilled that the news wasn’t on their ass for once.  Had they not been discussing one James Barnes having been at the scene of some sort of massive attack.  Fire, building coming down, but no actual idea what had happened.  If it was a targeted thing, an accident or something that was better off left to the Avengers.  Whatever was left of them.  She’d paid no attention once the threat to him and the world had passed.  It no longer affected her and she had never had any loyalty to them anyway.  

Never the less, they weren’t about to leave their best friend to his possible death.  Again.  They hadn’t even turned off the tv before springing out a window.  He would owe her a solid steak for this. With the live view from the crew on scene, Devani was able to teleport immediately into the chaos.  Fire sirens blaring, police already swarming. Still, no one who seemed to have any idea what was actually going on. Concerning, but it wouldn’t stop her from charging in.

All she could smell was smoke-nothing indicative of anything more than wood burning. Her natural ability to see heat is useless here. Seeing the wind is more useful. It was shifting to the north, towards the responders and crowds. They roar and listen for any response, remaining in the air long enough to evaluate the best entry location. Wings fold into a dive, talons ripping at concrete and rebar. Some crumbles under the strength of their tearing. It takes some effort, and too much time, to make a hole big enough to fit through. Shifting back isn’t an option. Whatever happened, she’ll likely need the size advantage.

Head snakes through dark halls before approaching on foot. The fire has spread dangerously though it merely warms scales to the touch. Devani stopped being able to be burnt thousands of years ago. “James!” Their call is a warbling ring, loud, both mental and spoken. They shoulder through a wall, third eyelid barely protecting vision from stinging smoke. It already tickles their nose and lungs uncomfortably. “James you rutle bardreg if I find out you aren’t even in here I’m gonna be pissed!” That would be just her luck wouldn’t it.

There. A familiar scent amongst ash and fear. That of gunpowder, metal and sandalwood. Bright eyes glow in the soot ridden gloomy halls. From outside, she can hear water hitting the building. Devani shoves her head through a door, glaring at the man inside near unrecognizable under ash. Otherwise the room is empty. Disconcertingly so-as if it never had a purpose. The floor shifts dangerously under her feet. "Jesus, I'm putting you under house arrest. Are you okay?" Large teeth loom over him as if she would pick him up by the scruff like a hatchling. She should. He deserves it.

He seems okay. They can't see or smell any blood on him. James is probably starting to overheat even with his abilities. They'd estimate the ambient temperature around four hundred and climbing. Even the dragon is getting hot, unable to cool off with only baking air to breathe in. "Come on, dumbass. Before you become even more of a snack." Legs move to herd him toward the door. Devani hears it before registering there's nothing to do. In such a small space there's no room for wings to extend and they aren't about to leave him here. "Fuck." In near perfect comedic timing with the word, they drop, still standing as if the floor was still there. Instinct prompts curling up in a ball, protecting all the vulnerable parts and letting thicker scaled back take any damage. Except for a too sharp bit of metal sticking out of the collapse that promptly catches on thick muscle where left wing connects to body on the way down. The rush of oxygen triggers fire above to charge into the room and from below, where Devani lays rather awkwardly on what might have one been a break room. She keens upward, a wordless sound of pain and concern. There's no exit for James anymore. Not the way she came in at least. And unless she suddenly developed a talent for digging, there was no going down. Devani frantically licks at hot blood pooling around shoulder, trying to get rid of it or stem it lest she become an explosive hazard. Dragon blood had an odd propensity to spontaneously combust when exposed to air. "Stay-are you alive?"

@moonfloret sent: danger