It was a piss poor excuse, and she even knew it herself. Adrián had every intention of using his body as a meat shield in order to get her out of harm’s way. Typically her getting injured, or even dying had never been a slight issue with him. She was called Phantom for a very specific reason, and in order for her abilities to activate, well, Meredith needed to be dead. However, they had walked right into a shit storm, there had to have been a device that dampened their abilities. That only further lead him to believe that someone knew they were coming. He didn’t want her dying because there was this sudden worry that her powers would trigger too late.
“Phantom,” his gasp was uncharacteristic of him, but so was his slowed healing abilities. She had been shot, and only blamed himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings, and more concerned about getting her to safety. Look what good that did him. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, arms wrapping around her body to catch her in mid-fall. He moved himself with her in both of his arms. Her head dangled, much like her limbs did.
“Steele,” he growled into the communication device, as he pressed himself against the back of another stack of crates. “You better start talking fast. How the fuck do we get out of here.” His glance lowered to Meredith’s dead body. His breathing slowed, and could almost hear the steady beating of his heart as he waited. He waited for the typical ghostly, and translucent form to appear. He waited for something to knock over, or the little hairs on the back of his neck to stand.
“Phantom, babe,” he whispered. “It’s not a good time to be hiding.”