Marc scowled when he came into the room. He'd heard it was an ST brought in for questioning, and a woman to boot, and he'd had a bad feeling when she'd been left with Blake. He growled at the question; couldn't afford to looking fucking soft, but he despised the bloke for hitting her. "Get out, Blake. Cap wants to see you."
Fixing Spinnett with a glare, he snarled, "And you stay put." They never figured it out, that if they just came in easily, nothing'd happen. Fucking Gryffindors. He stayed at the door, holding it open, waiting for Blake to leave.