Falcon would have kept right on grinning if not for the fact that he was now completely suffocating, unable to make any sounds more than choked, stifled grunts as he began to struggle again. Despite the fact that he'd made Black Shadow go from asserting his upper hand to full-on crushing his windpipe with his feet dangling a few inches above the floor, the Captain knew this was his shot.

Shadow was just angry enough, and he could feel the restraints loosening slightly as the weight of the chair dragged them downward. Now or never. And in this case, "never" was literally never. He was going to die if he didn't do something.

With a desperate burst of strength, he pushed his arms against the weakened bindings, ripping through them and hearing the chair fall to the ground as they dissipated. The grin returned as he cocked his now-free arm back with lighting speed and threw a blazing right hook at the side of his adversary's head.