pietro.

“To a space, yes. I can handle it.” he promised, “I can do it again, please. Have faith in me.” he murmured, trying to grin at her despite the pain in his chest from his healing lungs. “Come here.” he held out an arm to her, giving her the choice, “It is fastest if I carry you through there. You breathed the gas too. You need help as much as me.” he told her, voice serious.

It was in her nature to worry. She was naive - like a child. A soft sigh escaped her lips. ❝ I… Yes, I suppose this would be the fastest way. ❞ She approached him again, taking his arm. She tried returning him a smile, though her lips were trembling a little. ❝ I have faith in you. You’re strong. ❞ She reassured him, gently patting his shoulder. ❝ Ready when you are, Pietro.  ❞