Pietro looked down for a moment with a small smile before looking back up. “Well, short answer is everything, each drop of water, everything we pass by. This is my world so to speak and it’s hard to describe it other than that.”
“It’s just a blur to me; my mind can’t keep up with the input. But you can see everything, like it’s still standing still and you’re moving through a frozen moment … I wish I could be in that moment with you.” She had no idea how wistful her tone was.
He nodded. “Well for one you can look out at the view,” he said as they reached water, his feet effortlessly moving on top of the water with small splashes. “And secondly I want you to have a good time.”
Obediently, suppressing the bitter chuckle that rose in her throat, she glanced around, though she suspected that something about Pietro’s power enabled him to see more clearly than she could, even protected in the circle of his arms. Most of what she saw was a blur of blues, marked with cloud or wavecap white.
It was still beautiful, and incredibly peaceful.
“What do you see?”
“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.”
“What? Where did this come from Summer?”
“I just … wondered.”
if you would say it
“That’s all.”
“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?”
“I was thinking there’s a nice place I like to go to that’s just a few blocks from here, actually. It’s pretty close to actual Italy Italian without going there — do you actually plan to run across the water?”
Pietro nodded, “Well if that’s where you want to go we can. But yes, that was my plan Summer. You make it sound like it’s a hard thing to do or something.”
She held up her hands to him. “Hey, I don’t know what you can do, vibrator man. We can’t all run across water, you know.”
Summer rolled her eyes fondly and reached out to hook her arm through his. “All right. How do you feel about Italian? We’ll see if we can make this nice for you too.”
Pietro shrugged. “Like Italy? Or do you mean just like American Italian. Because you know we can really just go to Italy as easily.”
“I was thinking there’s a nice place I like to go to that’s just a few blocks from here, actually. It’s pretty close to actual Italy Italian without going there — do you actually plan to run across the water?”
Pietro shrugged, “I don’t really have a clue. I’m just playing this by ear. Figured it would be nice to actually go out and not just to randomly fuck. Well, nice for you.”
Summer rolled her eyes fondly and reached out to hook her arm through his. “All right. How do you feel about Italian? We’ll see if we can make this nice for you too.”
“Well I didn’t bring the flowers tonight for nothing. I was thinking like dinner and maybe catch a concert? Girls like that right?”
She couldn’t help the half-laugh that escaped her. “Do I need to change clothes, Pietro?” she asked gently, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
Pietro flinched a little when she leaned in, not sure why, maybe he was nervous or something. “If you want, I guess you could.”
“It might help if you told me where we were going. I might want to wear something nicer than jeans and a t-shirt.” The flinch was puzzling. Did he not want her to kiss him anymore?
“Well I didn’t bring the flowers tonight for nothing. I was thinking like dinner and maybe catch a concert? Girls like that right?”
She couldn’t help the half-laugh that escaped her. “Do I need to change clothes, Pietro?” she asked gently, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
