And indeed, Falcon does not approve. His glare is nothing short of venomous as he's lifted by a version of his own damn Persona.

Still, he does not say anything about it, because he cannot fucking move, his entire body slumping uselessly in Robin Hood's arms. His head hangs awkwardly off the side, and all in all, he sort of looks like a ragdoll. A very angry, mechanical ragdoll.

His own Robin Hood brushes against his soul. They're here to help and you know it.