(Falcon.) [ It's an absent offer, as most of Sam's focus is on keeping track of the guard. Carata's comment is - surprising, throws him off just enough that he doesn't toss out the cocky hell yeah he would have if he was back with the Avengers. Instead there's a quiet curl of appreciation before he turns back to the plan. ]
(Stay back unless something unexpected happens, yeah. You two are the ones who're gonna be doing all the real work when we get in, I'm just here to be the muscle.)
[ And to keep Sam from puking and Aoba from getting a migraine that knocks him out of commission, but that'll come later. For now, he gestures for them to follow behind him as he moves forward. Once they're inside the townhouse, it's not long before Sam slows to a stop. ] (Hang tight, guard's coming this way.)
[ Sam hugs the wall, positioning himself on the other side of a corner, and ejects a dart from the gun before he holsters it. Faster and quieter this way, and the second the guard rounds the corner, Sam's on them. His movements are quick and decisive, one hand clamped around the guard's mouth as the other stabs them with the dart. He doesn't bother to try to hold the guard still, moves with him instead of fighting the struggling, because it's more important to keep the guard quiet until the tranquilizer kicks in. Then he lets go, lowering the guard to the ground. ]
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( Stay back unless something unexpected happens, yeah. You two are the ones who're gonna be doing all the real work when we get in, I'm just here to be the muscle. )
[ And to keep Sam from puking and Aoba from getting a migraine that knocks him out of commission, but that'll come later. For now, he gestures for them to follow behind him as he moves forward. Once they're inside the townhouse, it's not long before Sam slows to a stop. ] ( Hang tight, guard's coming this way. )
[ Sam hugs the wall, positioning himself on the other side of a corner, and ejects a dart from the gun before he holsters it. Faster and quieter this way, and the second the guard rounds the corner, Sam's on them. His movements are quick and decisive, one hand clamped around the guard's mouth as the other stabs them with the dart. He doesn't bother to try to hold the guard still, moves with him instead of fighting the struggling, because it's more important to keep the guard quiet until the tranquilizer kicks in. Then he lets go, lowering the guard to the ground. ]
( You guys good to go? )