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?”
“Why are you so goddamned stubborn! Earth to you, you are bleeding out, and with me here nobody is going to arrest you.” Summer snarled under her breath, wrapped her arm more tightly around his waist and reached up to put a palm on his forehead. “You’ve got five seconds to choose before I knock you out and do what I want.”
“Have you met me? Yes, I’m very stubborn. And you don’t know that, I am an ex-terrorist and did just kill those guys. So a good chance they would take me in,” he said reaching up and pulling her hand away, “You give me up to either one, and there’s a good chance you won’t see me again.”
“Fine,” she snarled. “/Fine/. Bleed out and die, for all I care. /Don’t/ trust me to take care of you. /Don’t/ trust me to save your life the way you just saved mine.” She jerked her hand away from his.
