"Son of a-" Gambit stumbled back, instincts telling him to jump or flip, but body screaming no in protest, He twirled his staff instead, managing to catch one of the missiles before it struck, the other grazing his leg and leaving a line of blood, Remy falling back and hissing at the arrow protruding from his back was bumped.
"I ain't lettin' some HYDRA prick kill me," he spat, fist closing round the device Sinister had given him and pulling it out.