He felt the familiar sting, the pain that accompanied a bullet piercing his body. Before the next shot could be fired, the man was dead and Pietro was looking back at Summer, “I told you not to follow,” he said as the blood started to fall down his body as he started to get woozy, using a nearby car to hold himself up. ”Are you ok?”
“Well I can’t handle your pain, okay?” She pulled the rags of his shirt off him and peered at the wound. “Hospital or SHIELD? I’m going with you.” There was a host of other things she wanted to say to him, starting with ‘you idiot’ and ending with ‘why can’t you just say you love me’, but all she allowed herself to say was, “I don’t like the way you’re bleeding.”
Pietro sighed. “How about neither one. I heal fine without help and I don’t much trust either one of those places,” he said, trying not to snap at her from the pain. Pietro let out a strained laugh as blood coughed up afterwards. “I don’t either. I like it better when I just don’t bleed.”
“That’s not one of the options. You’re going to get patched up somewhere. All you get to do is choose where. And if you keep arguing I will knock you out.”
