Pietro narrowed his eyes, tensing and about to tear out of there, but his father knew him better than most, and before he could take off he was pinned painfully to the wall, and barraged from all angles. He struggled against the binding, muffle shouts and groans making their way out from the screeching, crunching and crashing of the metal around him.
When it finally stopped Pietro's wheeze was hard to hear over the alarms still blaring around him, blood trickling down his face and a loud clatter echoing through the street as he shifted to try and free himself.