[It's a good thing Eiffel's not a small dude, even if Shaw's jacked as hell comparatively. He's five-foot-ten of flub (and underneath that, unbeknownst to him, peak physical fitness), but he's also very good with his hands and knows just enough about knots that he can tie her arms up securely, and he's wincing and muttering mindlessly to himself in panic as he gets scratched up, but he manages to clear that task successfully and then sits on her legs so he can tie her ankles with the legs of the jumpsuit.
This would probably be way cooler if he wasn't panicking in his underwear.]
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This would probably be way cooler if he wasn't panicking in his underwear.]