catchacold | No Man's Land

"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."

Mick had to say, he was kind of impressed. The kid might have screamed and cried a lot in the past hour but there he was, still not submitting. Mick had beaten him, burned him and his shoulders must be separating, given the strain on his arms. Stupid idiot, he still wouldn't submit. Mick was getting a little huffy over it as he delivered enough swift punch to the kidney that made Cisco curl into himself.

Just as he readied himself for another punch, Cisco's phone went off. Barry Allen's name showed on the screen and Cisco peered over at his phone. Fuck. Why wasn't his phone dead yet?

"Wonder who that is," Leonard said out loud, then he took the call and instead of answering himself, walked over to hold the phone to Cisco's air and let him talk. Might learn more this way. Barry Allen. The name seemed vaguely familiar, he'd definitely have to do some research. Maybe a cop? Might just be a name that reminded him of someone he knew. Might be the actual name of the Flash.

"Cisco, how long does it take to get cereal?"

"Er, Bear, I need you to listen carefully." He licked his lips and knew this could be his only chance so he looked between the two criminals, decided to screw pride and talked so fast, his words smushed together. "I need you to go find the Flash I've been takenhostagebycoldandheat." He sucked in a deep breath and coughed in pain, his side really hurt. "Hurry Go! Fast!!"

The phone hung up without a response and Cisco closed his eyes and prayed Barry got here fast. "He's going to go find the Flash and when he does, you guys are so going to get your asses kicked."

"You could have talked slower, you know? I've been waiting for the Flash to catch up with me for a very long time now. Not sure why you thought we'd have a problem with that." Leonard shrugged and put the phone into Cisco's back pocket. Then he moved away and walked over to the table where he had the cold gun and heat gun, as far as they went so far. He had more things there and what he picked up right now looked like a taser. Leonard had had time to prepare and access to STAR labs, he had worked out a few new tricks.

"Make him hurt, Mick."

"Happily." Mick took the weapon and filled the room with the sound of Cisco screaming. He paused every time to see if Cisco would submit and make them what they wanted and every time, he ended up shaking his head. It wasn't until Mick decided to be a dick and started to move towards his crotch with the taser that Cisco leapt back with a sharp yelp and tried to move away.

"Wait! Wait! God, stop!"

"Finally. I thought we'd have to get serious about this." Leonard smiled and pushed away from the tables, holding another weapon in hand. This one was designed specifically for the Flash, but Cisco didn't need to know that. "Looks like the Flash isn't in such a hurry right now. So, are you going to stop being so difficult and build us what we need?"

Where the hell was Barry? He had to be coming. It wasn't his fault he was slower, Cisco knew that, but right now someone was trying to taser his balls and he was kind of scared, okay? He had to be here soon so if he could at least get down, he could help the Flash fight. He decided to lie and slowly nod his head. Sure, he could pretend, he could pull this off. "I'll help you, just stop!"

"Finally. Let him down, Mick, let's see if he's true to his word." It would definitely be advisable. Leonard kept an eye on the room, just in case the Flash decided to suddenly come bursting in. "I don't think you should take too long. I should have all you need right here."

Cisco could barely stand and Mick basically had to drag his ass over to the guns. Cisco cursed under his breath with very step. Come on, Barry, come on, he chanted in his head as he dropped into the seat by the guns and looked at them. Huh. Solid work. "... How did you guys build so much of these?"

"I've got a great memory." Leonard shrugged and looked down at what they had going. He wasn't bad, he could build a decent weapon. But putting together a cold gun or heat gun, down to the last detail? He'd have to memorise it a lot better for that, which was why he planned on watching. "Don't waste time. You've already wasted enough."

Cisco started and he didn't get very fast before the Flash burst in. Cisco was soon whisked safely to a corner of the room and Barry proceeded to knock Mick and Leonard on their asses as he swept through the room. He only came to a halt when he ran out of adrenaline and had to steady himself, looking over at Cisco with a determined look. "Run!"

"Stay." Leonard said it a lot more calmly and then he simply raised his hand and fired something at Barry, hitting him right on the chest. The sparks flew, yellow energy zapping around wildly and - even if not for long - Barry's speed wouldn't be available for him. That done, Leonard got up, walking over to the table and reaching into a box, picking out a special pair of cuffs. "You have a lot of enemies these days, Flash. Hard to find your friends."

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