pietro.

It wasn’t like he was doing it to offend her - Pietro was stubborn at the best of times, after all.
“You are a pain.” he swatted slightly in her direction. Like you’re not a pain, Pietro.

“Can you keep track of when they will be here?” he asked, running his hands down the running suit he was wearing, still feeling weird in it. It had done nothing to protect his internal organs from the gas, but at least he could move in it.

❝ Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. ❞
She was trying to cheer him up a little - truly, seeing her colleagues suffering and worrying made her hurt. She looked down at the communicator - this thing was pretty basic. No screen, only a few buttons, and a limited-range radar. ❝ I’m afraid I can’t. But they’ll be here soon. They will probably contact us once they’ve entered the area. ❞