Not exactly, and Jasper grimaced, sure even a belt would have been a better option than the suspenders he carefully snapped off with one hand and pulled from under his jacket. If he was still an agent, he would have been prepared. Then again, if he was still an agent they might not have been arresting Mystique at all. He slid closer, steady aim still on Mystique's temple as he handed the suspenders over.
"Who do I call? Coulson?" he asked once he had his hand free again to pluck out his phone, sure already that was the wrong answer. They would need a full mutant containment unit that hadn't been corrupted by Hammer's regime and Mystique's long standing infiltration, and Coulson was barely holding it together on this plain of reality. Who else did the Director trust?