pietro.

Resting his back against the tree, Pietro allowed himself to slip to the floor, eyes full of exhaustion. He spat another small mouthful of blood aside and wiped his mouth again. “Now we have to hope that nobody survived and came to find us, huh?” he said, mixing tenses in his damaged state. He felt more than a little shaky, admittedly. But he held up a hand, moving a little away from her.

“Don’t try to heal me again.” he said, softly, “You are tired and hurt as it is.” he mumbled a couple of words in Sokovian. “You need to look after yourself. The team will help me. I will be fine.” he licked his lips. “I’ll probably heal completely before they even come find us.”

She watched him crawl away like she was some contagious animal, and she shrugged, biting back a smile and nodding as he asked her to not heal him anymore. ❝ Sir, yes, sir. ❞ She looked away, sighing again. 
After a few seconds, she turned her head back towards Pietro and smiled - a mischievous smile. Then she extended her arm all the way to his face, and poked his cheek gently. He had a small gash on it. It disappeared instantly.

❝ Woops. ❞
She winked.