pietro.

“Excuses.” he tutted, swallowing hard and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand again. He was aware he was doing it too much, but he was also concerned, still tasting the foul copper in his mouth. He’d spat up more than a enough blood to last his lifetime, but he figured it definitely wouldn’t be the last time …

“Well. They better. Because I do hope whoever’s left is not coming after us.”

❝ Don’t worry, Pietro. I am pretty sure they are all dead by now. ❞ She kept her hands to herself, refraining from touching him or risking to make him more stressed than he already was. Surely his lungs weren’t too badly damaged… She was certain the doctors back at the Avengers tower would fix him in no time.

❝ Well, I… I’m glad it was only the two of us. ❞  She said,  ❝ I don’t think we could’ve escaped as quickly if we had been in greater number… ❞ She shrugged, shivering at the thought of Wanda or Tony or Sam or any of the others getting trapped inside the toxic fumes.