bats don’t do shit against bullets , and even if by some miracle he could swing gunfire out of his way , there’s still the issue of the baby , guzzling and whining in his arms . slowly , the sounds get louder , and it elicits a cold sweat . Eggsy’s been in this situation before ————— inches from death , the taste of pure , unadulterated fear at the thought of dead hands wrapping around his little sister . glances left and right , cornered into reasoning , and speaks before he even sees the opponent . free hand goes up in automatic surrender .
❛ please , don’t shoot . I won’t do nothin’ , I swear , i’m just – I was looking for food for my sister , she – she ain’t eaten in three days . ❜
@mavoure / s.
