[something is off--harry can feel something prickling at the back of his neck too, as if the tension in the air has been altered. like something is coming, and he steps forward to put himself between peggy and the man just a shade too late. by then he's already done something that pushes her away--not a movement or a maneuver that he can see, but harry catches his umbrella and takes a moment to offer a hand to help peggy up.
shit. he doesn't want to lose the lead, even if it might be a dead end. if he were on his own, he could use the better functions of his umbrella to send out electric wiring to wrap around the man's legs and knock him to the floor, winded and shaking off the aftershocks in only a moment. but there's no way for him to pass that off. being roughed up in an alley is one thing, a tricked out umbrella another entirely. he's got at least thirty seconds on both of them from his little stunt and harry glances at peggy for a moment before making up his mind.]
I'm going after him--I'll get a head start.
[he doesn't want to insult peggy by dwelling on whether or not she's too injured to proceed, something tells harry she'd rather catch up and push onward. he'll just use his long legs to his advantage in the meantime, dashing off down the alley and following the sound of rushed footsteps. it's not hard to close the gap, and he spares a glance over his shoulder to see if peggy is following yet.]
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shit. he doesn't want to lose the lead, even if it might be a dead end. if he were on his own, he could use the better functions of his umbrella to send out electric wiring to wrap around the man's legs and knock him to the floor, winded and shaking off the aftershocks in only a moment. but there's no way for him to pass that off. being roughed up in an alley is one thing, a tricked out umbrella another entirely. he's got at least thirty seconds on both of them from his little stunt and harry glances at peggy for a moment before making up his mind.]
I'm going after him--I'll get a head start.
[he doesn't want to insult peggy by dwelling on whether or not she's too injured to proceed, something tells harry she'd rather catch up and push onward. he'll just use his long legs to his advantage in the meantime, dashing off down the alley and following the sound of rushed footsteps. it's not hard to close the gap, and he spares a glance over his shoulder to see if peggy is following yet.]