“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
She got up, starting to come to him, but stopped, halfway there. “You don’t believe you should be loved. Do you.” She shook her head, sharply. “You — I can’t change what I feel, Pietro. I’ve seen inside you. I know exactly what I’m getting.”
“No I don’t. Not after everything I’ve been through. Not what I’ve done,” he said in a hushed tone. “You’re getting a killer. A broken man who will probably hurt you in some way. Is that what you really want Summer?”
“I’m asking for a man who threw himself in front of a bullet for me, without even thinking. For the man who wanted to take me on a date to Rome, and brought flowers, and was shy and sweet about it. The man who wants to believe death isn’t a part of being a hero, and is still worried about hurting others.” She looked up at him with a sad smile. “Love doesn’t exclude pain, Pietro. If you hurt me, I’ll heal.
“If you say no, I won’t say anything about it again.”