[ alex's eyes finally, briefly, drag away from the man with the gun to give hawkeye a sharply disbelieving look at being told not to hurt him. ] He has a gun. [ he may not understand much about the situation unfolding in front of him, but he understands that much, and the moment he's edged close enough to act he does.
his next step forward is an explosive motion that places himself fully between the two men, and while one hand comes up to grab for the gun he other brings something that looks like an asthma inhaler up directly into the man's face and presses down on it. the man drops like a marionette with broken strings a second later, and alex steps carefully over his prone body with the newly claimed gun in hand and crouches down next to hawkeye. ]
How do I go about waking you, then? [ alex asks with a sigh that borders between disbelief and exasperation, hands working quickly to disassemble the gun as he speaks. ] And how much time do we have before the carpet bombing?
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his next step forward is an explosive motion that places himself fully between the two men, and while one hand comes up to grab for the gun he other brings something that looks like an asthma inhaler up directly into the man's face and presses down on it. the man drops like a marionette with broken strings a second later, and alex steps carefully over his prone body with the newly claimed gun in hand and crouches down next to hawkeye. ]
How do I go about waking you, then? [ alex asks with a sigh that borders between disbelief and exasperation, hands working quickly to disassemble the gun as he speaks. ] And how much time do we have before the carpet bombing?