He moved his hand at the split second, the bullet grazing the thigh it was covering. He hissed out the pain while surging up and forward, one objective in mind: keep Norman Osborn here. He threw his body against Norman once more, wanting to pin him down.
Eddie had noted the fear. It took a lot to make Norman Osborn fear.
It took threatening his autonomy.
"One doesn't shoot at the hands for sake of fleeing, Norman." Eddie spoke with a purr, pressing against Norman's features, watching. "If you wanted to stall for escape, you'd shoot my foot. My leg. But oh no, you don't want me touching something, do you?"
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Eddie had noted the fear. It took a lot to make Norman Osborn fear.
It took threatening his autonomy.
"One doesn't shoot at the hands for sake of fleeing, Norman." Eddie spoke with a purr, pressing against Norman's features, watching. "If you wanted to stall for escape, you'd shoot my foot. My leg. But oh no, you don't want me touching something, do you?"