Not your archangel

It's all just part of the job.

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo hung, limp and still, but his heart was hammering hard and fast. He barely managed to stop a gasp when a couple of men raced by and he mentally kicked himself. He’d been in worse situations than this but there was something about being completely dependent on someone else that rubbed him the wrong way.

But it was Owen. And he trusted Owen more than anyone in the world. He, in an act of self-comfort, let his hand brush over Owen’s leg with every step the man took. It was all he could do to not open his eyes wide and look around, look for danger.

[inthefalconstalons]

The two men managed to get to a corridor with a few bodies, and Owen took a moment to set Ilo down and strip one of the bodies in order to get a better disguise for himself. The suit was a bit big in the middle, but he honestly wasn't looking for a perfect fit, and it wasn't like anyone was going to stop them if his suit didn't look right.

He looked to Ilo, making sure he was okay after being basically held up-side-down for quite a while, smiling as he pulled the man back over his shoulder a little more gently than the last time.

Managing to get out with the rest of the people fleeing the complex, Owen tried to get he and Ilo to a phone booth or something to notify FALCON that they needed some sort of extraction from this madness.

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo snorted as he was slung over the man’s shoulder. The jokes. He’d missed Owen so much, the man that was beneath the agent. He’d nearly forgotten how funny he was. He laughed quietly when his face came to be at Owen’s lower back, just above his arse. He laughed to himself and turned his head. ‘Nice view.’

He closed his eyes and made sure to go a little limp just in case anyone spotted them in all the hype. He peeked, keeping a sharp eye out for weapons.

[inthefalconstalons]

"Shut up and act like a corpse," he said with a small derisive snort. He began to walk quickly into the hallway, looking for the exits that he and Sandalphon had planned to--

Shit, Sandalphon.

He couldn't go all the way back for them now. He didn't even know which cells they were in--if they were even in cells. Elijah seemed the kind of man that could talk his way out of anything, and Elisha seemed like the kind of motherly figure that could guilt anyone into anything. They would be fine.

He managed to see the side exit, but pulled back as he saw two armed men run by. They didn't seem interested in him, however, and he took a breath to steady his nerves before he continued on. 

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo snickered and threw his t-shirt at Owen’s face. ‘Is this really the time to make jokes?’ When Owen left Ilo struggled out of the pyjama-like trousers he wore and waited for the man to come back. He sat, content, with a silly grin plastered on his face.

He caught the clothes tossed at him and grimaced. ‘Gross.’ He pulled them on as best he could; the trousers and sleeves a couple inches too short. He sighed and shrugged before smearing a bit of blood over his face and neck. ‘Authenticity.’ He smiled at Owen.

'Alright, I'm ready.' He spread his arms. 'How d'you want me?'

[inthefalconstalons]

Owen caught the t-shirt and pulled it on over his white wife-beater. He was still sporting the ever-attractive orange prison pants, but he would find a replacement later. Right now, he and Ilo needed to get moving.

"You look good in red," he jested a bit before he took a look at the man and shrugged, "I want you like a sack of potatoes over my shoulder." He hoisted Ilo up over his right shoulder, his arse in the air, making him a bit easier to carry so that he could move a bit faster while having one hand free. He hadn't even taken the comment as sexual. Owen wasn't exactly the most sexual man on the planet.

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo twisted his mouth and nodded. ‘Alright, let’s try that, then. Might even be able to pick up a couple of guns if we’re lucky.’ He locked his brakes and began to strip down.

'You think we'll need anything else? What about transport when we do get out?' This was no longer an “if” situation for Ilo; he was certain they would succeed. It would probably kill them both if they didn't and Ilo found that he wasn't quite as eager to die as he had been previously.

[inthefalconstalons]

"If we're very lucky, Raph. Hope you have a horseshoe shoved up your ass," he said with a smirk as the younger man started to undress.

"I still know how to hot-wire a car, so hopefully we can even get that far. As soon as we get on the streets of New York, we can figure things out. For now, I'll try to get you some clothes. Sit tight."

He moved back into the hall, shiv in hand, and cautiously looked for a body or someone he could pull clothing off of. He managed to find a bloodied man in a suit, and 'finished the job' before taking his clothes. He got back to Ilo and tossed him the clothes.

"Gonna be a bit sticky."

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo grinned at him, unrestrained and brilliant; just incredibly happy to see the man. ‘Of course I’m with you. I’d be pissed if you had just left without me.’ It was them again, just the two of them, off on another adventure. Of course, this was entirely different but it was still brightening Ilo’s spirits up.

'So!' He tossed the book aside and clapped his hands, almost in glee. 'How are we getting out?'

[inthefalconstalons]

"This place has gone to absolute shit. Agents shooting agents, at least half the prisoners are out and doing God-knows-what, probably trying to get out like everyone else."

He stood back up, taking a moment to size up Ilo and look back to the door. "Wheeling you out of here would be too obvious. We might be stopped, even if it is chaos out there. Steal a bit of clothing off the dead or wounded, and I could carry you out over my shoulder without a hitch. No one's going to stop a man carrying a wounded one."

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

[agentlucien]

  Ilo could hear the shouting and the gunfire and he pushed himself up, yanking his chair closer and pulling himself into it. He wheeled to the door but the small window was too high for him to look out of. He flinched when a gunshot went off right outside and he wheeled back to the safest corner of the room.

He gasped when an explosion rocked the floor and closed his eyes. He hoped Owen was okay, wherever he was. As the noise died down Ilo let out a sigh of relief; he didn’t know what had gone on but at least the gunshots had stopped. He picked up a book and flipped absentmindedly through it. His head jerked up when the door rattled and, after a moment, opened.

'Owen! How did—what's happening out there?' He wanted to touch, to make sure Owen was alright, but he kept still.

[inthefalconstalons]

He was almost too relieved to see Ilo sitting in his chair reading a book. He had been worried about Ilo's state of mind since the last time they'd seen each other, but it looked as if he was doing just fine. He looked healthy enough. Owen's shoulders visibly relaxed, but he moved over to Ilo quickly, kneeling beside his chair just to get on a better eye-level with the other man.

"I have no idea, but this might be our only shot at getting out of here. Are you with me?" he asked, pausing just for a moment to smile, "Can't hurt to try again, right?"

[inthefalconstalons]

To Fly As Free // Connors & Lucien

     He woke up to sirens. Owen immediately went near the confines of his cell, peering out to see what was going on. He saw people running down the hall, shouting things that were irrelevant to him at the moment. Well, it seemed irrelevant until he heard the gunshots. He moved back into his cell, and took out a make-shift shiv he'd thrown together. Owen had plenty of experience in prison environments to find the materials necessary for a small concealable weapon.

The explosions were unexpected, even more so when a piece of shrapnel tore through the controls for half the cell-block, making his door open automatically. He was cautious as he looked out from his cell, seeing prisoners run down the hallway recklessly, a few getting shot by agents, a few taking down the agents that shot. Now the prisoners had guns. He waited until the majority of the people had left the hall before he moved towards the upper level to get to Ilo's containment cell.

Once he got there, he found the floor basically deserted. Apparently the SHIELD agents had bigger problems than keeping tabs on their infirmed inmates. He got the door open after a moment of struggle.

"Raph?"

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[eyesofwitt]

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[agentlucien]

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices

[inthefalconstalons]

"When feeling that way makes you feel sick… it goes away on its own pretty quickly," Owen admitted, not particularly wanting to breach this subject any more than he had to, but he said he would be honest with Ilo.

"Hasn’t happened for a few years, now—didn’t want it to."

[agentlucien]

'Oh.' Ilo murmured, scowling. He had only ever experienced that once; when his superior officers forced themselves on him his body had responded and he had never felt such incredible shame and disgust for himself.

'What—what was it that made you—um. What made you react the last time?' Ilo wasn't entirely sure if that came across correctly and he pulled his knees to his chest again.

[inthefalconstalons]

"A dream probably...? I don't really remember. It wasn't a good feeling, whenever it was," Owen replied, getting what Ilo was getting at, but still not exactly comfortable in talking about it.

"But, uh, it doesn't feel like that for you? I mean obviously it doesn't, but... well... what is it supposed to feel like?"

[inthefalconstalons]

*|| Escape [2] / Owen

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

  She had a conscience. Her sympathy was greatly reduced when people broke into SHIELD and shot people. It was also reduced when they tried to take people out of custody in a trashcan. Plus she had never even seen Ilo until this point, she had no idea (besides the fact that he looked to be struggling to get out of the can) that he was paralyzed. 

Her stance wouldn’t have changed. If it got him to co-operate, shooting the thing he was so intent on saving was the best bet. 

"Open the door, place yourself inside." She commanded, watching him carefully. 

"Make any attempt to escape and I’ll shoot you in the knee." She warned. 

[agentlucien]

Ilo had just managed to shove himself out of the can and look up to see Owen putting his hands behind his head. The woman had a gun trained on Owen and Ilo scowled. He tore the handkerchief from his face.

'That has to be the world record for most quickly failed escape attempt ever.' Ilo muttered. He sat up against the wall and brushed bits of rubbish from his clothes.

He knew it wasn’t going to work and wasn’t at all surprised to see they hadn’t even made it out of the hallway. He gave Owen a small but cheeky smile which quickly faded at the woman’s threat. ‘Shoot him in the knee and I’ll shoot you in the face.’

It was an empty threat, quiet and more passive-aggressive than angry. Ilo picked a piece of banana peel off his trousers, making a face.

[inthefalconstalons]

"Raph, don't threaten the lady with the gun," he said, shaking his head and feeling as if he were trying to train the stubborn little kid Ilo had been when he first met him, even his tone changed to one of a tired mentor, even though he wasn't really that much older than Ilo.

Owen looked at the female agent and tried to mediate, "He doesn't even have a gun." As if that was making the situation better.

Despite worrying for Ilo's safety at this point, Owen opened the door and got inside, hesitating for a moment as he watched Ilo and the other agent before he resigned to sitting at the back of the cell, for he hadn't exactly been instructed to close the door behind him.

[inthefalconstalons]

*|| Escape [2] / Owen

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

  The noise from the can and the rustling from whoever was inside of it almost overwhelmed the sound of the radio at her hip, Agent MacMurray requesting a sitrep. He’d have to wait. 

But she managed to grab the gun, and he looked like he surrendered, but she couldn’t be 100% sure, not after the somersault he just pulled. 

She kept the gun trained on him as she stood up, grabbing her fallen staff as she did so. 

"You wanna try that again? Because I’m pretty sure I have your only weapon unless you want to try some hand to hand combat. I’m sure you’ve realized by now how well that would go." She said smirking lightly 

"Now I see you brought a friend, which explains why you were in the holding cells." She nodded in the direction of Ilo. "He obviously means quite a bit because you continue to protect him instead of just running. Honestly it’s more fun when you run, but I understand the sentiment." 

She had to stop herself from continuing on her speech.

"Move that way, make any sudden movements and I’ll not hesitate to shoot you both, starting with him." She nodded in the direction of the holding cells.  

[inthefalconstalons]

"I doubt it," was all Owen managed to say as she threatened to shoot the both of them, starting with Ilo, because he and Ilo were both unarmed, and Ilo was paralyzed from the waist down. If she had any sort of conscience, she wouldn't shoot a cripple crawling out of the trash.

He didn't make any actions to try running--he hadn't been born yesterday--because he didn't feel like being a target for practice. Getting to his feet slowly, hands still behind his head, he looked at Ilo and attempted a reassuring glance.

While he didn't want to be a prisoner of SHIELD--again--Owen didn't exactly have any alternatives at the moment. He didn't think they'd be as 'nice' as last time he was here, but he moved over to the holding cell regardless.

[inthefalconstalons]

*|| Escape [2] / Owen

[bandaidsandbattlestaves-arc-blog]

  Bobbi didn’t miss the rustling in the trashcan. It even fucking moved. There was someone in there. That is why he was in the holding cells. 

Son of a bitch. 

She felt his muscles tensing moments before he moved and she braced herself. There wasn’t a way to avoid it. She was going to have to take the tumble, he was going to land on her, have the upper hand. If she curled right she wouldn’t get a concussion. 

So she went with it, letting go of one side of the staff and rolling, back landing with a hard thump against the ground and an off as she was briefly winded by him landing on her. 

They weren’t far enough from the dolly though, and she hit it with her leg sending the can tumbling onto it’s side, rolling slightly away. 

She recovered as quickly as she could, but she didn’t now if it was going to be enough, as she tried to roll them over, in a spin not unlike a crocodile. 

If that worked she could grab the gun tucked into the back of his pants.

[agentlucien]

He heard the sounds of physical confrontation and knew he had fucked up majorly. He heard the woman hit the floor followed by Owen knocking the breath out of her. God, please let that be the end of it.

No such luck. Something hit the can and it was knocked out of place, teetering on its edge. ‘Fuck!’ He hissed and he went tumbling off the dolly. The can hit the ground and a good amount of trash popped out, not unlike a confetti cannon. It rolled a bit before coming to a stop at a doorjamb.

He couldn’t just stay in the can any longer; he had to do something. He shoved his hands above his head and sent the remaining trash out of the can before trying to drag himself out.

[inthefalconstalons]

Cursing as he heard the loud crash of the can, Owen knew that it would just bring more attention to their situation, and he knew that what little hope they'd had of making it farther had gone with that sound clanging down the halls.

Trying to turn over while she was grabbing for him was hard enough while trying to keep her on the ground--what was her recovery time!? Super human? What kind of people did they even have at SHIELD? This seemed more than just a mutation--or if it was a mutation, it was a bunch of them shoved together in some kind of freak experiment, like Mia maybe.

Just as he managed to get into a straddling position to pin her down, he felt her slip the gun out of his back pocket and knew it was over. He couldn't wind her for very long, couldn't match her reaction time, so trying to take the gun back from her, or even disarm her would be a waste of his energy. So as not to put himself in further harm, he merely raised his hands to the side of his head and--exceptionally slowly for further caution--removed himself from his place atop her.