[ He already has one cufflink off the suit and in his hand — a silver little thing, hollowed out for dead drops, emblazoned with the Kingsman logo — yet another gift from Harry and blessedly unbroken.

The not-quite-dig makes him snort. ]

Hilarious when you're cutting up your trousers, Carter. [ but it's delivered without any bite, absentmindedly as he slips the second cufflink into his hand and deposits it on the coffee table. Then, he shifts to remove the tie (unsuccessfully) staunching the bloodflow through his left arm. As it stands, his white button-up sports an intimidating, crimson stain, peaking out from behind slivers of bulletproof fabric.

If Peggy isn't interested in help, he'll take it gladly (if only from Roxy). ] Might need another hand to stitch up my arm. [ Seeing as he'll be one short. He smooths his thumb over his jaw, wiping a spot of red off his face. Lightly, ] Some robots had a go at me with fucking swords.