@thankfxckforthat from ask
“I fucking–told you, I don’t fuckin’ know what happened to him! Let go of me, you cunt!” Tears burned at the back of Eggsy’s eyes, body pitched forward awkwardly with the other man’s hand pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, the other yanking his left arm back at an awkward angle. The grip was like iron, and it was painful to struggle, let alone even move even slightly.
“Merlin and I haven’t had any fuckin’ contact with your friend, I swear on my fuckin’ life!” The sudden arrival of the remaining Kingsman agents coinciding with Tequila’s falling ill had sparked a tension against the Kingsman agents, and while Ginger had done her best to assure the numerous Statesman that they had no connection whatsoever, it was clear there was still a high level of animosity aimed at them. And Eggsy, given that he was usually on his own outside of any briefings, seemed to have made himself a prime target.
“I thought we was supposed to be workin’ together, let me the fuck go, you right psycho!” All he heard was a faint tsk from behind him, before his arm was twisted and jerked up in a swift motion, bone breaking cleanly with a painful snap. He’d had his arm broken multiple times before, between gymnastics and beatings from Dean, but it was always his right arm; his left arm had only ever been fractured. The break drew a scream out of the Kingsman agent, both hands holding him hostage releasing him so he could drop to his knees, falling to his side and holding his arm in agony.
The news that Tequila was on his potential deathbed, seriously ill had hit Benjamin hard. The fact that it had happened just after the other man went to join them Kingsman folk had struck him as more than a little suspicious. After all, The young one’s older counterpart had so easily shot his colleague in the fucking head. This happening had risen everyone’s suspicions that despite the Statesman agency wanting to work with them, perhaps the Kingsman agency just wanted to get rid of Statesman.“Bullshit, boy. Forgive me for not believing the word of a fuckin’ spy. I know y’all’re trained not to spill” he snarled, “I thought we were workin’ together too. But then y’all shot Whiskey and now y’all gone poisoned Tequila” he growled, tutting before wrenching the arm in his grip, the move practiced and easy. He still fought the urge to wince at the audible sound of the bone breaking and the Kingsman screaming, dropping Eggsy to the ground and looking down at him.“Y’all don’t get to hurt my family without consequences, kid. What the fuck did y’all do to Tequila?” he demanded
