Static's hand groped along the wall for extra support, also looking for a line. Eventually, he got lucky and wrapped his hand around a thick set of wires, wrapped in a black plastic casing to keep them organized and out of the way.

There was no ceremony as he tore the wires free and jammed his hand over the exposed end, soaking in the power until the breaker (wherever that was) blew. He breathed in deep, his head clear for what felt like the first time in ages. It wouldn't heal his physical wounds, but it at least cleared the drug out and let him function with a bit of normality.

He took his weight off of the Captain and stood on his own, shaking his hands to regain some blood flow. his hands and feet were both sore as hell, and he'd probably end up limping a little, but he could manage. He had to manage.

"Alright, I'm good enough. Let's go."