There's something in Deadlock's response that strikes Wing as weird. Unexpected. He wants to contemplate it more but it's low priority as he sails through the air, trying to land in a grapple and pry those fingers open. Except nope, he's still not thinking properly, his head is not in this game at all and Deadlock takes advantage of the opening.

Wing doesn't even know what's happened really until he feels the pavement at his back and...oh. OH. That's Deadlock's weight on top of him. A hard shudder ripples through his frame--matching a similar ripple through his field--and he stares, stunned, lips parted as he drags a breath through his cooling system.