The guards definitely don't expect Harley to be shrugging off bullet wounds. This team doesn't immediately let up. They've gotten reports of 'an army or something' of Evos blowing through the carrier, so they're ready for a fight. They just figured it was going to be more than this one woman.
Joke's on them, though- they can't handle this at all. And the remaining guards start to panic as she knocks her way through them. Someone's bones crack as he's thrown against the wall, another crumples into his own little pile on the floor, not all that far from Peter.
It might be a little surprising to Harley, but Claire is right behind her by the time she makes it to Peter. She'd spent the whole fight cursing that her regen was taking as long as it was to expel all those bullets. As soon as her legs would both support her, Claire run after Harley. "Is he-? Peter!" She falls to her knees in front of him, and he still isn't moving. Face down on the floor, a small pool of blood leaks out from his torso- it seems that he managed to get shot, as well. Claire is frantic, grabbing and squeezing his hand. "Peter, goddamn it. Take my power, take it. I'm not- I can't leave without you, you asshole. I won't."
After a long delay, he finally coughs out a breath. Claire squeezes her eyes shut, forcing herself not to cry in relief. She'd thought she'd gotten him killed.
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6/5/22 22:53 (UTC)Joke's on them, though- they can't handle this at all. And the remaining guards start to panic as she knocks her way through them. Someone's bones crack as he's thrown against the wall, another crumples into his own little pile on the floor, not all that far from Peter.
It might be a little surprising to Harley, but Claire is right behind her by the time she makes it to Peter. She'd spent the whole fight cursing that her regen was taking as long as it was to expel all those bullets. As soon as her legs would both support her, Claire run after Harley. "Is he-? Peter!" She falls to her knees in front of him, and he still isn't moving. Face down on the floor, a small pool of blood leaks out from his torso- it seems that he managed to get shot, as well. Claire is frantic, grabbing and squeezing his hand. "Peter, goddamn it. Take my power, take it. I'm not- I can't leave without you, you asshole. I won't."
After a long delay, he finally coughs out a breath. Claire squeezes her eyes shut, forcing herself not to cry in relief. She'd thought she'd gotten him killed.