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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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."