“You think so?”
“Oh someone’s greedy,” Summer giggles, dodging and launching herself at him instead. “Hard to do that if you don’t stay still, Petya.”
Pietro stuck his tongue out at the woman with a smile, “You know I don’t stay still like at all.”
“Then how am I supposed to throw you in bed? Hmmm? You know perfectly well I can’t catch you and I’m not going to try. Dork.” She sticks her tongue out right back.