[He's gone horribly red by now, veins throbbing from a lack of proper circulation. He tries to struggle harder, but it feels like the strength is evaporating by the moment. One hand clasps around Bruce's wrist, presses lightly at the skin there, and then drops ineffectively down to his side. That's the one that seems to interest Bruce, that is raised out of his volition and bent the wrong way. He's sure it ought to hurt more than that, but it feels like something's pounding just behind his eyes and it's hard to focus beyond that.
He doesn't answer at first. It's starting to sound like things are underwater, a bit. He can hear his own gasps and wheezes, but everything is distant. His eyes cross and lose focus; it occurs to him that the visible part of his nose is an awfully deep shade of purple. But when Bruce's tone lowers and grows more menacing, it snatches his attention anew.
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He doesn't answer at first. It's starting to sound like things are underwater, a bit. He can hear his own gasps and wheezes, but everything is distant. His eyes cross and lose focus; it occurs to him that the visible part of his nose is an awfully deep shade of purple. But when Bruce's tone lowers and grows more menacing, it snatches his attention anew.
Jemma. He wants to -- Jemma.]
you -- can't.. they'll...
[His mouth moves soundlessly, skipping words.]
they always... avengers.