He winced at the grip on his shoulder and violently tried to jerk it away. Suddenly he felt a lot less confident about being able to somehow weasel his way out of this one. With each icy word he could feel his composure slipping, replaced by a fear he hadn't experienced in a long time.
No. He was not going to die. The people he loved were not going to get hurt because of him. And even if they did, eventually, Falcon was going to do everything he could to prevent it because he was not going to let himself die here. There were too many people that needed him, that he needed and he'd promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep them safe.
Dying would not be keeping them safe.
He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, a low growl, that, despite his best efforts, quavered ever-so-slightly. "Is that it? Nothing else you want to 'chat' about? No big elaboration on exactly how you plan to rip me limb from limb? Or have we just not gotten to that part yet?"
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No. He was not going to die. The people he loved were not going to get hurt because of him. And even if they did, eventually, Falcon was going to do everything he could to prevent it because he was not going to let himself die here. There were too many people that needed him, that he needed and he'd promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep them safe.
Dying would not be keeping them safe.
He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, a low growl, that, despite his best efforts, quavered ever-so-slightly. "Is that it? Nothing else you want to 'chat' about? No big elaboration on exactly how you plan to rip me limb from limb? Or have we just not gotten to that part yet?"