Feedback
Title: Feedback
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Nate and Eliot
Verse: BlackKing White knight Verse
Summary: Tag to the First David Job. What would Eliot have done?
Notes: Okay so you may or may not be familiar with my BlackKing WhiteKnight! Verse. BlackKnight!Verse is basically that only for fics where Nate and Eliot are more platonic or bordering father/son deal rather than romanticly involved.
They don’t have time to plan, they don’t have time to even sneeze all things considered. Sterling’s already five moves ahead of them and every second gives him another moment to think of some preparation against a plan they might come up with. He’s already ready for anything Nate or Sophie would come up with and was probably calling in backup just incase Eliot wasn’t as out of commission as he should be.
They don’t have time to be picky. They need to get in, take out the guards covering Hardison, and get out before Sterling’s reinforcements get here.
Nate hates the thought as it crosses his mind, he won’t, he can’t ask Eliot that.
But they don’t have time.
Nate messes with his phone as Sophie leaves to do a Parker, trying to buy himself a few more seconds to think of how to do a Hardison. Right now all he can think of is that Eliot could still do an Eliot better than he normally could. If the tone in Eliot’s voice when he told them they’d been blown was any indication he was already halfway there.
Nate turns around, finding Eliot had arrived already. His face was grimmest and distant and Nate could practically feel that violence in him all but overriding the man shaped packaging that normally controlled it. All Nate had to do was give Eliot the go ahead and Nate knew that he’d be unleashing a force on the guards holding Hardison that a bullet wouldn’t slow down.
Nate knew from experience. The one time before Nate had seen Eliot let go like that a guard had shot him. It had been like shooting peas at a raging grizzly bear.
The problem was once Eliot let go he lashed out at anything that moved. The only way Hardison wouldn't be part of the body count would be to play dead until Eliot was done.
And there was no way of letting Hardison know that.
That wasn't even touching what doing that to himself would cost Eliot. He'd told Nate a long time ago each time he slipped over, let his mind white out and the black knight run rampant it was harder to come back. One day he might not come back at all.
“We have ta move Nate.” Eliot more grunted than said. He was sweating, eyes not focusing and his breathing was labored and Nate could only imagine what kind of state anyone else on the team would be in in his shoes. “Give me the go ahead. Let me do my job.”
“Eliot wait just… we have to”
“We’ve got no time Nate. Let me do this.” Eliot was more growling than speaking now, rage Nate wasn’t used to seeing radiating from the man. Eliot had a lot of anger in him but this was different, more so than Nate would even think would come from Eliot.
“Hardison…” Nate started.
“I’ll tell him ta get down and stay.” Nate opened his mouth again but Eliot shook his head. “It’ll be alright Nate. Just let me do this.”
“I let you go you’ll probably kill them. These aren’t mobsters, just guys doing their job.”
“They hurt him Nate.” Eliot growled. “He was out cold when they took his com.”
The words took Nate by surprise. He’d expected any number of reasons Eliot was this pissed off, but that? He hadn’t realized just how protective of the rest of the team Eliot had become until now. “Eliot.”
Eliot shook his head, interrupting whatever else Nate would say and pulling out his com. “Put yours in once I’m inside. When it’s done I’ll tell ya.” Eliot went to put his com in but winced pulling it out.
“What?” Nate asked.
“Feedback."
Suddenly Nate started thinking like Hardison.
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Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Nate and Eliot
Verse: BlackKing White knight Verse
Summary: Tag to the First David Job. What would Eliot have done?
Notes: Okay so you may or may not be familiar with my BlackKing WhiteKnight! Verse. BlackKnight!Verse is basically that only for fics where Nate and Eliot are more platonic or bordering father/son deal rather than romanticly involved.
They don’t have time to plan, they don’t have time to even sneeze all things considered. Sterling’s already five moves ahead of them and every second gives him another moment to think of some preparation against a plan they might come up with. He’s already ready for anything Nate or Sophie would come up with and was probably calling in backup just incase Eliot wasn’t as out of commission as he should be.
They don’t have time to be picky. They need to get in, take out the guards covering Hardison, and get out before Sterling’s reinforcements get here.
Nate hates the thought as it crosses his mind, he won’t, he can’t ask Eliot that.
But they don’t have time.
Nate messes with his phone as Sophie leaves to do a Parker, trying to buy himself a few more seconds to think of how to do a Hardison. Right now all he can think of is that Eliot could still do an Eliot better than he normally could. If the tone in Eliot’s voice when he told them they’d been blown was any indication he was already halfway there.
Nate turns around, finding Eliot had arrived already. His face was grimmest and distant and Nate could practically feel that violence in him all but overriding the man shaped packaging that normally controlled it. All Nate had to do was give Eliot the go ahead and Nate knew that he’d be unleashing a force on the guards holding Hardison that a bullet wouldn’t slow down.
Nate knew from experience. The one time before Nate had seen Eliot let go like that a guard had shot him. It had been like shooting peas at a raging grizzly bear.
The problem was once Eliot let go he lashed out at anything that moved. The only way Hardison wouldn't be part of the body count would be to play dead until Eliot was done.
And there was no way of letting Hardison know that.
That wasn't even touching what doing that to himself would cost Eliot. He'd told Nate a long time ago each time he slipped over, let his mind white out and the black knight run rampant it was harder to come back. One day he might not come back at all.
“We have ta move Nate.” Eliot more grunted than said. He was sweating, eyes not focusing and his breathing was labored and Nate could only imagine what kind of state anyone else on the team would be in in his shoes. “Give me the go ahead. Let me do my job.”
“Eliot wait just… we have to”
“We’ve got no time Nate. Let me do this.” Eliot was more growling than speaking now, rage Nate wasn’t used to seeing radiating from the man. Eliot had a lot of anger in him but this was different, more so than Nate would even think would come from Eliot.
“Hardison…” Nate started.
“I’ll tell him ta get down and stay.” Nate opened his mouth again but Eliot shook his head. “It’ll be alright Nate. Just let me do this.”
“I let you go you’ll probably kill them. These aren’t mobsters, just guys doing their job.”
“They hurt him Nate.” Eliot growled. “He was out cold when they took his com.”
The words took Nate by surprise. He’d expected any number of reasons Eliot was this pissed off, but that? He hadn’t realized just how protective of the rest of the team Eliot had become until now. “Eliot.”
Eliot shook his head, interrupting whatever else Nate would say and pulling out his com. “Put yours in once I’m inside. When it’s done I’ll tell ya.” Eliot went to put his com in but winced pulling it out.
“What?” Nate asked.
“Feedback."
Suddenly Nate started thinking like Hardison.
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