"Taught you to make fun of me." Mick was very amused by his ice cube suggestion, until Leonard actually made use of it, against Mick. It had been a fun day, on the whole, if not exactly supervillain material. "Also, don't be so stubborn. I don't actually enjoy torture. Puts me in a bad mood. Which you'd think would help, but nah. Just drags it out."
"I like it, I'll do it for you. I can burn his skin off slowly. We'll start with the fingers and build up." Mick was very happy to torture, he did enjoy a bit of old torture and as stubborn and determined as Cisco seemed to be right now, he was sure the kid would crack. He was soft and not used to rough treatment. He was a puppy that had never been kicked.
Cisco slowly slid down in his seat, his heart racing. "I won't help you. Ever."
"Not the fingers. He needs them for his work. But sure, sounds good." Leonard watched Cisco and almost felt sorry for him. luckily he was great at compartmentalising. "So, the Flash is injured, but still had time to go chat with Piper. Why's that? Seems like bias to me. I thought we had a special bond."
"Fine. Feet. Like to see him run away if his soles are seared." Mick's laughter was cruel and Cisco felt his stomach sink at the idea. How did he even get himself in this situation. Kidnapped by two psychos after guns and one of them was complaining about the Flash not seeing them. This was so ridic, it was unreal.
"He had to go see Piper, it wasn't an option." He paused before adding. "He's not injured either. And besides, what makes you think he wants to see you?"
"I know he wants to see me. He just needs some encouragement sometimes. You'd be encouragement." Leonard may have some issues, but lacking self-worth really wasn't it. He knew that he could make himself matter to the Flash, any time. "Anyway. We could just pretend to have been awful to you and you do what we want for us. We won't tell and you won't get hurt."
"No." Cisco would never betray Barry, he was his best friend and he'd done everything for him. He never wanted to be the person who gave away his identity. Or armed his arch nemesis. Hell, that expression Barry had when he found out Cisco made the guns the first time? He didn't ever want to see that expression. "I'm not giving you anything you want."
"What if we said we didn't want the guns, would you give us them then?" Mick suggested curiously.
"See, the shame is that I never want to break those kids that break easily. Seems a shame, he's so fragile." Leonard sighed and held his hand out to Cisco. "Your phone." He wasn't too concerned about that, if the Flash came to interrupt the fun, all the better. But they did need some time alone. "Then you can tell me why the Flash just had to see the Piper, but hasn't popped in for a visit at our place yet. We have the best snacks."
"It'll take like five minutes. You could probably pinch him a little and he'd give."
"Would not." Cisco huffed as he slid back into his seat as far as he could, hopefully out of Leonard's grasp. No, he didn't want to turn over his phone, he needed that. Just in case. He seriously needed to come up with some kind of panic button. They key smash wasn't working, most Barry just assumed Cisco had sat on his phone again... it happened more often than not, butt dialing and texting.
"So you really do want to do things the hard way?" Leonard asked the question while already drawing his gun and by the time he finished, the gun was pointed right at Cisco's knee. He held his gaze and arched an eyebrow, waiting for a hopefully more cooperative reaction this time. "Give me your phone or lose your knee. Your choice."
Fuck. Cisco huffed and glared as he shifted and pulled his phone from his back pocket, holding it out to Leonard. It was password protected so hopefully he couldn't crack it. It was pretty cool, it was a math puzzle. He picked that one because when he first learned about it at work, it stumped both him and Hartley for ages. Leonard would never guess it, even with the hint. Ha!
Leonard simply glanced at the phone, then slid it into his own pocket for now, lowering the gun. No need to keep it pointed when he had no intention to shoot. He could already imagine the phone wouldn't be easy to get into and they were almost there, not much leisure to be had. "You still didn't tell me what Piper did that I didn't."
Tied me up and slapped my ass was Cisco's first thought that, thank God, he decided not to voice. He didn't know what Piper did that Cold didn't. He guessed it was a communication thing. "He reached out, you didn't." Piper asked to see the Flash, threatened innocent people. Leonard just generally made himself a pain in the ass. It was a very different kind of attention grab. "They hardly hung out."
"Then I'll reach out some time. For now, it's all about you. There's a spot over there, Mick." Looking for a parking spot, casually combined with terrifying the nerd they'd caught. "Now, you are not going to try and run, because that would make aiming a lot harder and I might hit something even less convenient than your knee. You don't want that, do you?"
Cisco reluctantly shook his head. He wasn't that fast or a runner anyway. If he just held out as long as he could, Barry would twig something was wrong and come get him. He was a compulsive texter, it wouldn't take too long to realise he was missing and/or hurt. Mick pulled up and unlocked the doors and Cisco got out, backing away from them but not making a run for it. He just didn't know what to do.
"You want me to handle him or do you fancy making nice yourself?" Mick asked, just curious which of them was going to drag Cisco along.
"I can take him. You can take the groceries?" Leonard didn't touch Cisco, but he was right behind him with a gun in his hand and herding him toward the door, which worked well enough. When he unlocked the door with one hand, he used the other to aim his gun at Cisco, then he held the door open and let him walk inside. "Home sweet home. What do you think of our decorating skills?"
Really just a standard safety house, but they did have the best television they could haul around, because Mick had priorities. On one table the heat gun and cold gun were as close to assembled as they could get them. "Ready to get started?"
Mick was right behind them with three bags full of shopping and headed straight for the kitchen, keeping an eye of Cisco and Leonard just in case he was needed to jump in and sort anything. Cisco didn't seem to be too eager to work for them, given the way he was side eyeing the guys. He looked at them before looking back at Leonard, a determined look on his face. "I don't care what you do to me, I won't make you any guns."
He won't let Barry down again, he won't have this on his conscience. God, he hated being noble, it really sucked. "Shoot me if you want but I'm so not doing this." Oh God, please don't shoot him, he really doesn't want to know what it feels like to be shot.
"So you want this the hard way." Seemed like the logical conclusion. "Give me your hands." Leonard dragged Cisco's wrists together in front of him and picked up a zip tie from the table. He quickly got them tied up, using another zip tie to cinch it and make it tight. "You ever been a punching bag?"
He looked over to where Mick had hung his actual punching bag, eyeing the hook that held it up. Should work.
"N-No." Aww, man. This sucked. This sucked but he was doing it for Barry. Barry would be like what? An hour tops. What's the worst they could do in an hour? They couldn't hurt him too much, they needed him. He could make it through this. "I don't care, man, I'm not afraid of you." Lies, a lot of lies, he was terrified of him but he wasn't about to go out and tel him that, was he?
Mick leaned in the doorway and watched, sipping a beer. "We gonna work out, Snart?"
"Yeah, I got you a new punching bag. This one's interactive." Leonard dragged Cisco by the arm and heaved the actual punching bag of its hook without too much trouble. He wasn't exactly weak. He set it aside and decided that he didn't want to bother with wresting Cisco, so he glanced at Mick. "You can hang him up. You know what height you like it."
"I'm on it." Mick set his beer aside and advanced on Cisco, the squirming little bastard kicked him in the shin as soon as he got close, shoved him back and dived to the floor, rolling under the table. He hadn't exactly thought any further ahead than this but at least Snart couldn't shoot him like this.
Mick growled and rubbed his shin, glaring at the table then at Leonard. Silent permission to fetch himself a geek.
Leonard simply gave a nod and, to make things a bit more interesting, suddenly dove down himself, shooting a shot to hid the ground inches from Cisco's head. He had no plans on actually hurting him and he was an excellent shot, but clearly their geek wasn't quite terrified enough just yet. Luckily they could take care of that in a hurry.
Cisco yelled and tried to roll further away but his cover was soon gone when Mick literally lifted up the table and threw it. Holy shit! How was he that strong? Mick soon had him, an arm wrapped around his waist as Cisco struggled the whole time in blind panic, trying to get free. "I'll beat him like a fucking pinata." He had table legs to do it with now, shame there would be no candy. He wrestled Cisoc onto the chain and stood a step back, he was dangling nicely now and his arms were stretched up high enough that his toes barely hit the floor. As Cisco took a deep breath, he soon found a fist slamming into his gut.
Leonard lifted the table back up so he could lean against it, watching the show idly, one arm loosely wrapped around himself, the other on the table behind him. He didn't tell Mick not to do any permanent damage, he knew that Mick was being careful. He knew what he was doing, painful, but not inhibiting. Nothing that would just knock him out either.
"Give it a rest," Leonard said after a while, "Your beer will get warm. You want something to drink too?"
He asked Cisco, mostly just giving him an opportunity to speak.
"I can't feel my arms." Cisco lamented. That and his whole body was throbbing, Mick knew how to make someone hurt and he was going to be covered in bruises. "For reals, you're just going to pound on me?" Very school yard. He could take it. He had to take it. He was on the side of a superhero, this was something he literally dreamed of and it was all he wanted to do since he was a kid.
He wasn't going to be the guy he always hated in the comics that spilled the secret. Mick stepped away and picked up his beer, taking a sip. "Lemme work the kidneys, he'll be less cocky."
"Sure. If that doesn't work, you'll just have to get more creative. Which I'm guessing means fire." Not that Mick wasn't an artist, but his outlet, medium and canvas was all limited to fire and burning. Sometimes melting. Leonard could appreciate the results nonetheless. "Just tell me when you've had enough, kid."
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Cisco slowly slid down in his seat, his heart racing. "I won't help you. Ever."
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"He had to go see Piper, it wasn't an option." He paused before adding. "He's not injured either. And besides, what makes you think he wants to see you?"
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"What if we said we didn't want the guns, would you give us them then?" Mick suggested curiously.
"Wha-- no! Still no."
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"Would not." Cisco huffed as he slid back into his seat as far as he could, hopefully out of Leonard's grasp. No, he didn't want to turn over his phone, he needed that. Just in case. He seriously needed to come up with some kind of panic button. They key smash wasn't working, most Barry just assumed Cisco had sat on his phone again... it happened more often than not, butt dialing and texting.
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"You want me to handle him or do you fancy making nice yourself?" Mick asked, just curious which of them was going to drag Cisco along.
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Really just a standard safety house, but they did have the best television they could haul around, because Mick had priorities. On one table the heat gun and cold gun were as close to assembled as they could get them. "Ready to get started?"
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He won't let Barry down again, he won't have this on his conscience. God, he hated being noble, it really sucked. "Shoot me if you want but I'm so not doing this." Oh God, please don't shoot him, he really doesn't want to know what it feels like to be shot.
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He looked over to where Mick had hung his actual punching bag, eyeing the hook that held it up. Should work.
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Mick leaned in the doorway and watched, sipping a beer. "We gonna work out, Snart?"
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Mick growled and rubbed his shin, glaring at the table then at Leonard. Silent permission to fetch himself a geek.
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"Give it a rest," Leonard said after a while, "Your beer will get warm. You want something to drink too?"
He asked Cisco, mostly just giving him an opportunity to speak.
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He wasn't going to be the guy he always hated in the comics that spilled the secret. Mick stepped away and picked up his beer, taking a sip. "Lemme work the kidneys, he'll be less cocky."
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