lucy screams and curses, but the thugs still have a gun to corin's head and merlin's position isn't that much better. peter reaches out and tugs lucy to him, she struggles nominally but then is slack in his arms, her back against his chest, body slumped forward as she sounds like she's trying not to cry.

"then," peter hears himself saying, "i guess you won't be getting your end of the deal."

"oh, i think we will," says marco.