The Wells stuff, he was definitely getting back to that. Oh boy, he had a lot of ranting pent up he'd love to unleash but this? This took his attention. It took him a little while, lost in shock, to really react. And when he did, it was the complete opposite of how Cisco reacted. After all, Cisco was careful and right now, he was definitely the one thinking straighter.
Because Paco simply put his hand either side of the door and hit it with a blast so hard, it literally flew off it's hinges and landed with a crash. "Hart?!"
Hart had been in a daze, not quite asleep, but about as close to it as he got. The room was dark, not exactly warm and he was in a cage and chained to the bars. Falling asleep wasn't easy, especially because of the collar around his neck that always ended up choking him.
So of course he missed whatever gentle noise Cisco produced. However, the door that was blasted off its hinges actually crashed against his cage and that was certainly enough to jolt him awake. He looked around as best he could, his clothes bloody and his face showing various stages of bruising. His glasses were skewed, but he was still wearing them, which helped him when he tried to identify whoever was intruding.
He knew that voice, but it couldn't be. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Maybe he was dreaming. Hallucinating. He hadn't eaten in a while. "Please--" He interrupted himself to clear his throat. His voice sounded hoarser than he wanted it to, there wasn't much reason to speak here. "Please, go, before Zoom finds you." Whoever this was.
Fuck. It literally broke his heart to his hear voice like that, to see him this state, the anger and the hurt, he could barely comprehend it. There were too many emotions. Hart was alive? Dear God, he was alive all this time? Paco didn't respond because his mind was just on auto pilot, he didn't think about a thing he did, he just acted. He hurried over to the cage and with one swift brutal blast, several of the bars just few right out of places, giving Paco easy entrance inside.
He dropped down in front of Hart and reached for the collar, vibrating it gently like he'd done with the door. Of course it was like Zoom to have a lock and key, so retro, so easy. "Hart?" Paco looked at him and - damn, he had his glasses on - he swiftly pushed them off his face so he could look at him, truly look at him. He was a mess but he was alive and he was definitely Hart. "It's me, I'm here. I'm going to get you out but we have to move very fast."
The collar disconnected in his hand and he pulled it away, wincing at the marks it had left. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"Paco?" So he had to be dreaming. Paco was dead and this was Paco. Maybe he was dead? He almost let himself believe that, but he hadn't really believed in an afterlife in that sense in a long time and it was a bit too fantastic for his rational mind to believe, so he had to be dreaming. But it felt so real. "Don't leave me."
Perhaps he could drag this out somehow. Hart smiled, if tentatively, looking up at Paco. Then he took a deep breath and blinked to clear his vision, shaking his head a little. "I don't know what... Please. Go before Zoom comes."
"Oh yeah, it's me. It's Paco. And I'm not leaving you. I'm never leaving you again. Ever." Paco insisted as he started to do the same to the chains around Hart's wrists, slowly unlocking those too. As soon as they fell, Paco pulled Hart into a hug. He held him tight, pulling him in close and allowing himself this moment. Surely their escape could wait ten seconds so he could just hold him. "It's okay, yeah. It's going to be okay. I got you. We're leaving."
He raised his hand to stroke Hart's dirty hair. "We just need to get out of here so you're going to have to get up and we'll head to the breach together. Then that's it. No more Zoom, no more of this. Just you and me, yeah?" He had no idea how he was going to get Hart out of here quickly but he'd find a way.
As soon as he could move his hands, Hart reached for Paco's chest. His arm ended up trapped between them when Paco hugged him and all Hart focused on was Paco's heartbeat. How could it be? He had been in this very room, held by the throat by Zoom and told what he had done to Paco while he forced him to taste the blood left on his hand. Paco's blood.
It didn't feel real. Paco was warm and he wasn't used to warmth these days. As he turned his head he finally spotted Cisco and his eyes narrowed. "I know you. I've seen you."
But that had to have been a dream. If this was true, if all of it was true...
"Yeah, it's a long story. We'll discuss it when you're safe." Paco knew Hart was weak, it wasn't a shock. He pressed a kiss to Hart's forehead and wrapped his arms around the other, trying to haul him up as carefully as he could. This was not going to go well if he carried him, he's lose speed and right now, they kind of needed that. Suddenly Paco was regretting his 'no speedsters for this mission' rule.
"Cisco, come and help me!" Paco snapped in a less gentle and polite tone than his husband because he was not the kind of ask nicely. "We need to move now."
Cisco stands at the edge of where there had once been a door, feeling awfully awkward and intrusive on this moment between them, but he stays quiet until Hart narrows his eyes at him and points him out. "Uh-- yeah. I- I'm Cisco." He says awkwardly. "I told you we were coming, we'd save you." He manages the smallest of smiles before glancing over his shoulder.
He doesn't care about the tone Paco uses with him, he jumps into action in a second, too rocked to the core at seeing any version of Hartley in the condition he's in right now to bother being miffed about something as insignificant as the way he's being spoken to. "We gotta make it quick." He knows that everyone's aware of that, but he's kind of the type to talk when he's nervous--shocker, surely, no one expected that at all. He helps Paco get Hart to his feet.
Somewhere in the distance, muttered orders can be heard.
"Shit." Of course, with all the noise Paco had made blasting the door off it's freaking hinges, people were aware of them now.
"You should leave," Hart just says the words quietly, because he already knows Paco will ignore them, even if he isn't quite sure he comprehends Paco being here yet. Even if he's dreaming, no dream Paco would leave him behind like this either. So he leans on the two doppelgänger's, less freaked out by it than somebody who isn't married to Paco, to Reverb might be. He is aware of multiple universes, Paco has told him a lot over their time together. "Do you have a plan?"
"My plan is to kill everyone who stands in my way. I know we agreed no killing when you married me but this, darling, is a valid exception." And he wasn't taking no for an answer. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Hartley and started moving, making sure that Cisco was shouldering most of the weight. If things got messy, he was the strongest, it only made sense.
"I used to be all these peoples boss. I know their weaknesses, I know how to take them down." And he was ready to go after them. He started to move with Hart as quick as he could, one hand up ready to attack.
"We're not leaving you." He's insistent about that, because there's no way they did this just to leave Hart behind. No way in hell.
Cisco doesn't even bother speaking against the killing idea. The people here? They won't give them any other options, and he has no doubt about that. He moves in tandem with the pair of them. All they had to do was make it back to Hartley and they could all get the hell out of there.
"I'd rather you wouldn't." Kill, that is. He also wishes that there is a plan other than killing anyone, but he can see the necessity here, so he doesn't comment more than that. He knows Paco will do what he needs to do, he always does.
What he doesn't expect is to hear the beginning of a song and, frankly, he assumes that he might be hallucinating when the music continues. This isn't something heard in Zoom's hideout. "Do you hear that?" He asks his question quietly, glancing from one to the other.
"Hartley." It had to be Hartley. He turned to his husband and frowned. "Not you, the other one. He has his flute, he must be stopping them." Good, Paco didn't want to be slowed down. He kept moving, as fast as he could, practically running with Hart's dead weight between them. The guards around them didn't seem to be moving much but even so, Paco took no chances.
Anyone so much as in their line of sight was knocked down. Hard. "Are you gonna open a breach, Cisco, or am I?"
Moving through the halls wasn't proving nearly quite the issue Cisco had expected, thanks to Hartley's help up ahead. He sends a silent thanks and makes a mental note to properly thank him for it later.
Though Paco's question kind of trips him up, Cisco doesn't lose his footing or his grip on his boyfriend's doppelganger. The way everything from his E-2 counterpart always lowkey in the background felt like a test, so did this, but-- "You do it, we can't risk me fucking it up." And that was just the hard truth of it, honestly. No matter that he's gotten this far, that he's certainly leaps and bounds better and more confident in his powers since Paco started training him, Cisco would never forgive himself if he did something to screw this rescue up. Better to go with the safe bet for now.
"A flute?" He can wrap his mind around a doppelgänger, that seems to rather fit the theme of this rescue, but how exactly is anyone being stopped with a flute? Hart likes music, loves it even, but he wouldn't have thought that the power of song could do much of anything for them right now. Yet here they are and so he questions it, but not with too much insistence. Explanations can wait.
He leans heavily against Paco, in spite of his best efforts, his consciousness slipping. "I'm sorry. I might pass out."
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Because Paco simply put his hand either side of the door and hit it with a blast so hard, it literally flew off it's hinges and landed with a crash. "Hart?!"
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So of course he missed whatever gentle noise Cisco produced. However, the door that was blasted off its hinges actually crashed against his cage and that was certainly enough to jolt him awake. He looked around as best he could, his clothes bloody and his face showing various stages of bruising. His glasses were skewed, but he was still wearing them, which helped him when he tried to identify whoever was intruding.
He knew that voice, but it couldn't be. Maybe he had fallen asleep. Maybe he was dreaming. Hallucinating. He hadn't eaten in a while. "Please--" He interrupted himself to clear his throat. His voice sounded hoarser than he wanted it to, there wasn't much reason to speak here. "Please, go, before Zoom finds you." Whoever this was.
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He dropped down in front of Hart and reached for the collar, vibrating it gently like he'd done with the door. Of course it was like Zoom to have a lock and key, so retro, so easy. "Hart?" Paco looked at him and - damn, he had his glasses on - he swiftly pushed them off his face so he could look at him, truly look at him. He was a mess but he was alive and he was definitely Hart. "It's me, I'm here. I'm going to get you out but we have to move very fast."
The collar disconnected in his hand and he pulled it away, wincing at the marks it had left. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
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Perhaps he could drag this out somehow. Hart smiled, if tentatively, looking up at Paco. Then he took a deep breath and blinked to clear his vision, shaking his head a little. "I don't know what... Please. Go before Zoom comes."
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He raised his hand to stroke Hart's dirty hair. "We just need to get out of here so you're going to have to get up and we'll head to the breach together. Then that's it. No more Zoom, no more of this. Just you and me, yeah?" He had no idea how he was going to get Hart out of here quickly but he'd find a way.
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It didn't feel real. Paco was warm and he wasn't used to warmth these days. As he turned his head he finally spotted Cisco and his eyes narrowed. "I know you. I've seen you."
But that had to have been a dream. If this was true, if all of it was true...
"I'm sorry. I don't know if I can walk."
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"Cisco, come and help me!" Paco snapped in a less gentle and polite tone than his husband because he was not the kind of ask nicely. "We need to move now."
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He doesn't care about the tone Paco uses with him, he jumps into action in a second, too rocked to the core at seeing any version of Hartley in the condition he's in right now to bother being miffed about something as insignificant as the way he's being spoken to. "We gotta make it quick." He knows that everyone's aware of that, but he's kind of the type to talk when he's nervous--shocker, surely, no one expected that at all. He helps Paco get Hart to his feet.
Somewhere in the distance, muttered orders can be heard.
"Shit." Of course, with all the noise Paco had made blasting the door off it's freaking hinges, people were aware of them now.
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"I used to be all these peoples boss. I know their weaknesses, I know how to take them down." And he was ready to go after them. He started to move with Hart as quick as he could, one hand up ready to attack.
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Cisco doesn't even bother speaking against the killing idea. The people here? They won't give them any other options, and he has no doubt about that. He moves in tandem with the pair of them. All they had to do was make it back to Hartley and they could all get the hell out of there.
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What he doesn't expect is to hear the beginning of a song and, frankly, he assumes that he might be hallucinating when the music continues. This isn't something heard in Zoom's hideout. "Do you hear that?" He asks his question quietly, glancing from one to the other.
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Anyone so much as in their line of sight was knocked down. Hard. "Are you gonna open a breach, Cisco, or am I?"
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Though Paco's question kind of trips him up, Cisco doesn't lose his footing or his grip on his boyfriend's doppelganger. The way everything from his E-2 counterpart always lowkey in the background felt like a test, so did this, but-- "You do it, we can't risk me fucking it up." And that was just the hard truth of it, honestly. No matter that he's gotten this far, that he's certainly leaps and bounds better and more confident in his powers since Paco started training him, Cisco would never forgive himself if he did something to screw this rescue up. Better to go with the safe bet for now.
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He leans heavily against Paco, in spite of his best efforts, his consciousness slipping. "I'm sorry. I might pass out."