( he hates this so goddamn much. last time he was pushed away in favor of letting someone else take the harder route, he--christ, still doesn't know what happened to them. where artemis and bizzaro are, if they even made it at all. but there's no choice here. he has to go. they can't both run in guns blazing to distract them, and jason's just barely gotten the kid to calm down enough.
go, and he's running. wincing at the sound of bullets because he can't tell what hit who from here, but loki is capable. he's never seen him fight, but he has spent the last couple months watching him. enough to know. a pocket knife gets yanked out of his jacket, extending the long, thin piece to shove it down into the door frame. gives up on that after a few seconds if it not fucking working and shoves his elbow in through the glass window, throws the glass pieces off the seats before jason climbs in with the kid still in hand, opens up the piece below the steering wheel utilizing the knife and pulls all the fucking wires out.
hover cars are different than the ones he's used to, but the base tech is still close to the same. )
two minutes
( it takes a little less--a minute and a half for him to figure out which wires connect to the power and which ones to the starter. a small roll of tape gets removed from another jacket pocket and jason gently moves the kid over to the passenger seat, takes off his jacket to wrap it around him before he's slouching down, cuts the wires, strips the ends of them with the cutter on his pocket knife and gets the car started.
foot on the gas and he's moving the car around back, careful to keep the speed in line with whatever the goddamn laws are in this area. wraps an arm around the child and pulls him back over onto his lap and opens the passenger door just as he pulls up around back. )
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go, and he's running. wincing at the sound of bullets because he can't tell what hit who from here, but loki is capable. he's never seen him fight, but he has spent the last couple months watching him. enough to know. a pocket knife gets yanked out of his jacket, extending the long, thin piece to shove it down into the door frame. gives up on that after a few seconds if it not fucking working and shoves his elbow in through the glass window, throws the glass pieces off the seats before jason climbs in with the kid still in hand, opens up the piece below the steering wheel utilizing the knife and pulls all the fucking wires out.
hover cars are different than the ones he's used to, but the base tech is still close to the same. )
two minutes
( it takes a little less--a minute and a half for him to figure out which wires connect to the power and which ones to the starter. a small roll of tape gets removed from another jacket pocket and jason gently moves the kid over to the passenger seat, takes off his jacket to wrap it around him before he's slouching down, cuts the wires, strips the ends of them with the cutter on his pocket knife and gets the car started.
foot on the gas and he's moving the car around back, careful to keep the speed in line with whatever the goddamn laws are in this area. wraps an arm around the child and pulls him back over onto his lap and opens the passenger door just as he pulls up around back. )
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