Watery eyes lift to glare into her own. Her captive having already all but exhausted himself in his earlier thrashings against his bonds. Three times already he'd toppled over in his efforts only for Maggie to heft him back into place and start her questioning over as if the act hadn't happened.
He'd struggled so much that Maggie had prided herself on how well her chosen binding of hefty, ducked tap had held against the man's attempts to struggle free. By now his wrists not still held tight by the tape were rubbed raw as he once again struggled to move from her chosen place of restraint.
"You're feeling it now aren't you, Ricky?" Maggie probes catching the way Rick's tear-glazed eyes fall on his 'father' when she steps back to make that oddly calming wondered circle her struggling captive. "That suffocating weight in your chest? That fear? That sense of hopelessness? Do you feel it? The way it crushes your insides all up making you feel like you can't move, can't breathe, but your heart just keeps right on beating?" she lists off not that her captive was looking much at her anymore.
Maggie slaps a hand a crosses his face to bring him back on her.
No fun if he guesses her ruse too quickly. And she could already see a rippled 'bug' in the coded shimmering of her chosen camouflaged projection she was sure he'd notice if she didn't distract him soon.
"Well guess what Buster? That's nothing to how you've made me feel by taking her away from me."
Again, she sees the man's brows pull down in confusion at her words only making her all the more frustrated and angered by the fact he seems to have no idea what or who she's talking about.
"So, you wanted your dear daddy out of prison, so you resorted to kidnapping to make that happen?"
Something deep in the man's eyes latched to the offered information Maggie gave him but it was dimed. Like he was attempting to remember a deeply buried dream.
"You knew Kara was too nice, too heroically inclined to do what you wanted right out of the gate, so you thought you'd give her some incentive by taking away her big sister as your bargaining chip." Maggie remembers "you even planned it out didn't you Ricky boy? You followed her around just like you did in school, didn't you?"
Again, the flickering of remembrance gleamed in the man's eyes at the prodding questions.
"Well, I'm not Kara." Maggie put every ounce of coldness she had in her into the words as she stepped away from him a gesture that had her captive's undivided attention as Maggie made the water levels inside the makeshift 'death tank' rise higher.
"But unlike when you snatched her away from me, I've given your Pops a heavier sedative. He'll sleep right through it so truthfully this is more a mercy, don't you think?" the teenager asks in cover when the rising water level finally reached a point that if she had kidnapped the man's father as leverage would have had the elder man making some kind of movement or acknowledgment of his apparent pending demise.
Terrified eyes locked into hers as Maggie leaned back in getting right into the man's tearful face.
"Where is my Al…."
A super-sized hole plowed through the wall before she could finish her question. Not that Maggie cared much when also at that very second the world-changing timer on her phone counted out its last second.
"No." Maggie begged dropping to her knees at the sound of pulverized wall shards and the shrill chiming of her alarm.
Just a few more seconds and she would have saved her.
"…..I'm Mr. 10 below…They call me Snow…
Maggie couldn't even muster the amusement of the hack job made of her little fake-out projection as she let the tears flow freely not that the fact, she'd nearly tricked him into a confession had long to sink into the bound man's head with the heavy kicking in of the door behind them.
Maggie doesn't look up as the black clade bodies come storming into the space weapons raised and at the ready or when the leading shadow of blue, gold, and red is standing over her.
"Friends call me Snow M zer-friends call me Snow zer….Friends call me Snow zer…" the glass front of her 'trap' sang out as the called-up video clip kept playing. The water rises enough to trip the glitch causing the sip in the hacked recording.
"Oh, thank Rao you're alright."
Despite greatly appreciating the offered embrace the dark-haired boyish one offered her Maggie's fist immediately lashes out at the sighed words as a dark-haired man kneels beside her his arms still draped over her shoulders in offered comfort with his computer bag digging into Maggie's knee.
"You should have been looking for her, not me."
It's only with the help of one of his fellow agents tugging hard on the back of the man's tactical-looking vest the obvious nerd guy misses catching her flying fist with a startled "Maggie" at her attack.
"Even I know you had that one coming,"
"Yeah, who gave you permission for that?"
That does have the teenager looking up in warry shock at the two new figures making their way past the small swarming of black-dressed agents.
It takes her a moment to recognize both of them through her tears. And even then, there was just something off. What that something was Maggie couldn't nail down as she carefully flung herself into the weaker seeming of the pair with a broken "Alex" as she clung to her.
Even the grunt this 'Alex' gives just doesn't ring true to the sobbing teenager as shaking hands rub small circles against her back with soothing "Hey, I'm okay. It's okay now" as Maggie cried into her shoulder.
But then a sonic-level burst of speed has her tearfully turning her head as two more figures emerge through the Supergirl-sized hole in the crumbling wall.
The blonde she doesn't recognize but it's the darker-haired girl around Maggie's age that captivates her almost instantly.
The one she'd accidentally knocked over on her flight from the hospital. Although for some reason Maggie's mind was calling up another scene. One of herself crouching over something chard to a crisp only to look over to catch these same appraising eyes glaring at her from across the airport runway.
"Are you okay?" the pretty girl was asking as if some of the adults in the space weren't attempting to talk to either her or the glaring blonde she'd stormed in with.
"Are you?" Maggie questioned noticing the taller teen was trembling as eyes flicked once again towards Maggie's not-so-clever trick trap.
"We had to be sure you were safe." The girl says as if attempting some kind of bravado.
"We were coming back." The boy-man who'd first hugged the tearful Maggie was saying
"Shut up Winn."
The instruction came from no less than five different voices one of them from Alex, another Supergirl, the two newly arrived teenagers, and the scowling one who'd drug the man -Winn- away from Maggie's warning punch.
A worried "Maggie?" and a called "Hey Kid." Draw all eyes towards the more main door of the place as it was pushed aside the hurrying figure of another fellow teenager twisting and dodging her way towards them as Maggie's captive struggles even more in the guarding cluster of black clade agents.
"Do I know you?" Maggie asks puzzled by the honest relief in the newcomers' eyes when she comes to a stop in front of the confused Latina then quickly pulls Maggie in for a bone-crushing hug.
"Okay ouch." The emerald-eyed girl laughs "Maggie, it's me. It's Lena." She introduced rocking back on her heels without dropping her arms from the possessive kind of hold around her middle, and Maggie did have to admit she was relatively pretty. Not fully Alex pretty but pretty. "I mean I know we're kind of fried in the brain right now, but I am hurt you can't even recognize your girlfriend when I'm standing right in front of you." The dark-haired one giggles.
Maggie's shocked 'My what?" was drowned in the soft press of Lena's mouth to hers.