BANG BANG.
“Hey. C’mon, wakey, wakey, kiddo.”
there’s no hesitation as the redhead swiftly brings his leg back----& promptly kicks the kid’s stomach, grinning in glee as the action brings forth the intended response. kneeling down beside the groaning ( & hurting, probably -- oh he hasn’t even STARTED yet ) teen, he grabbed hold of those raven strands ( ohhh they’re soft! ) & pulled, the redhead finally seeing the kid’s battered face.
oh. kid really was a kid.
so maybe the extraction process was a bit rougher than he intended, but that completely wasn’t his fault! with the rest of that team & that giant robot ( don’t forget that other one! that mirrored visage that he almost double took for an illusion ), it took a bit more effort than usual to obtain his target. not that it was necessarily hard, but they were turks for a reason.
really, it was nothing personal.
“This isn’t gonna be any fun if you don’t wake up all the way, yanno.”