[Cain on Carter. He doesn't need telling twice. As soon as that portal opens, depositing Peggy—Peggy's body, the lurch in his stomach solidly felt—onto the ground, he lunges forward. With one strong haul, Cain bends down and drapes the bulk of her weight across his shoulders in a fireman's carry, arm over his throat and his own hand on her leg. He doesn't even notice the lack of blood. He isn't in a place where thought carries rationalized details to the front, too focused on an exit. Escape and survival are precedents above everything else.
If he thinks too long, he'll buckle underneath the indecision. Instinctive action is a natural element. Through the next portal, and they're delivered to Markus and Patil at last.
The adrenaline is like a crystallized haze, now, as the soldiers are learning and getting better, faster, more difficult to avoid. In moments, any one of the rest of them will get struck down just like Peggy, and they won't have anyone to carry them out for revival. He knew it was a risk, yet...
Fitz's words blink across his vision, an urgent message flagged to the foreground. A sharp nod is all he gives. Carrying Peggy's additional weight, he heads directly for the stairwell, relying on Fitz to get them out. The presence of the UNA soldiers at his back is like a hot brand. It feels wrong to face away, to run, but they have no choice. With nothing but Markus' shields between them, he rests all of his trust now on his team members. His end of the feed is nothing but concentrated silence.]
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If he thinks too long, he'll buckle underneath the indecision. Instinctive action is a natural element. Through the next portal, and they're delivered to Markus and Patil at last.
The adrenaline is like a crystallized haze, now, as the soldiers are learning and getting better, faster, more difficult to avoid. In moments, any one of the rest of them will get struck down just like Peggy, and they won't have anyone to carry them out for revival. He knew it was a risk, yet...
Fitz's words blink across his vision, an urgent message flagged to the foreground. A sharp nod is all he gives. Carrying Peggy's additional weight, he heads directly for the stairwell, relying on Fitz to get them out. The presence of the UNA soldiers at his back is like a hot brand. It feels wrong to face away, to run, but they have no choice. With nothing but Markus' shields between them, he rests all of his trust now on his team members. His end of the feed is nothing but concentrated silence.]