The brunette steps back on the wall guys hand, the man yelping as his fingers are crushed beneath his foot. The blue eyed heathen kicks away the knife he'd been reaching for before pulling out a pistol with deadly timing, cocking the hammer back without so much as a breath, “I’ll fucking shoot you. Right between your big ass bushy eyebrows you dumb dick. Don't test me.” He snarls between clenched teeth, making his point by twisting his toes against the broken-arm guy's fingers. The man screams.

“C’mon Grant! Just stop. Let's go!” He hollers, eyes frantic, “He's a goddamn lunatic!”

The big guy- Grant apparently- sighs, rolling his eyes as he grabs his one friend by the back of his shirt, tossing him over his shoulder like he really is a sack of potatoes, “Fine.” He grumbles, easily giving in and grabbing the knife guy the same way, “Guess the little shit earned his space, huh.” He spits out bitterly.

Said little guy holds the gun in perfect alignment with the big guy's head, eyeing him menacingly until the gorilla is out of the alley. Nico steps back as the man carries his friend away, and Nico notices now in the sunlight that the big guy must've taken some hits earlier from the smaller man because he has gashes and cuts that are bleeding too. 

“The fuck you looking at blondie.” He growls out before continuing on his way. 

Nico makes a disgusted face at his back, rolling his eyes before looking back at the small man. His gaze doesn't waver until the burly guy is out of sight, and within that moment his arm starts shaking, body falling back against a big, wooden bin that has blood smeared across the sides. He gasps for air like a fish out of water as he clutches at the edge of the wood, hand slipping off a few times until he gets a good grip on it. He winces, eyes squeezing shut as he presses his fingers to obvious lash marks on his neck and face.

Nico glances towards his ship that he can see not too far from here then back. He watches as the brunette's legs tremble, breath coming out ragged and shaky as the gun in his hand shakes. He sighs, shoulders slumping as he sets his bag down, drinks clattering. He simply can't just walk away. 

The sound of the drinks clattering makes the brunette’s head jerk up and Nico flinches as a gun is quickly aimed at him, all previous signs of pain gone from those shining blue eyes. 

He holds his hands up, smiling as he stops walking towards the other man, “I just wanna help! No bad intentions, swear.”

“Says the god damn pirate.” His voice is rough, eyes hard. Those fingers tighten around the ass of the pistol he's holding, and Nico feels his heart quicken. If he's not careful, this guy might actually shoot him. That'd be a great way for the great Nico Lysander to go out- a famous captain shot by a nobody in a back alley.

“I might be a god damn pirate but I think I'm the best chance you got at stopping that blood loss there sparky.” He says, pointing his finger subtly as the wound that's seeping through the other man's rib area, soaking the white linen red, “That looks bad.”

The skinny brat breathes out, and Nico sees the way his eyes flit around for a moment before his arm lowers some, “You're not gonna fucking punch me right?” He asks, eyes still hard. 

“Promise.” Nico says, taking a small step forward, “You just look a little beat up, courtesy of a captain.” He says, smiling gently, “I don't beat up people just to be a dick.”

The man's eyes tighten some, but slowly his arm lowers a little more, and with that the shaking starts again, his body wobbling horribly as he goes to straighten up. Nico goes wide eyed as he completely sways to the right before promptly falling forward.

The alpha gasps and lunges forward, catching the smaller guy by his chest before lifting him back up. The other man is like dead weight in his arms and Nico sighs in annoyance as he looks back at his helpless bag of booze. 

God damnit.

“What's his name?”

“I dunno Jacob, the dumbass just fainted right in front of me… I couldn't just leave him laying there like that. Plus he was losing so much blood…” Nico grumbles, wiping at his arms, fingers running over years old scars as he tosses the rag to the side, “Three big guys had him cornered. I think they were trying to steal his stuff.” The captain looks into the measly little satchel the guy had on him. He scrunches his nose up, “All he's got is a few shillings and some ratty old books though.”

Jacob hums, pressing some bandages against the boy's rib cage, “Well, it's good you brought ‘im here… He woulda died a blood loss otherwise.” The old man says, “Hmhm.”