“Ok, can you not call me that?” he asked, with a small sigh. “Here I will show you, then we can even take the long way,” he said, picking her up into his arms.
She arched a brow. “It’s probably the most frequent thing you do, what’s wrong with it?” Then he picked her up, and instinctively she locked her arms around his neck. “What if I don’t want to see? What if I just want a kiss?”
“Well, I did the whole superspeed thing when I took that bullet for you. That and we have a lot of sex.” He sighed. “Maybe I can do that,” he said, smiling as he kissed her softly before he moved quickly with her in his arms as he ran through the city.
“All right, Pietro,” she surrendered, though her words were lost to his speed, her hair streaming out behind them like a banner. Whatever he was on about, she would stop prying and poking and just let him be himself.
She really didn’t understand him at all.
“Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”