“So,” he said with a grin, a handful of flowers from Romania in his hands, “How about we go out for dinner?”
It’s a surprise. She’d thought they were just going to stick with, well, friends with benefits. But being asked out was nice too.
“Yes, of course.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he said, looking at her with a sigh, “I just felt bad you had to deal with me getting shot.”
“Mhmm,” Summer replied, sceptically. She refrained from calling him on the lie, merely arching an eyebrow at him. “So you want to go now, or is this planning for a future date?”
Summer squeaked as the scenery changed, and held onto his shoulders tightly. “God, that’s terrifying,” she laughed. “Like my own personal roller coaster.” Getting up, she shook out the blanket and spread it out before sprawling on it and holding her arms up to Pietro. “Come on, then,” she murmured, eyes dark.
“Hey, I was going slow that time, it was nothing,” he said with a wide grin and nodded. “Your own roller coaster? I kinda like the sound of that,” he said watching her fall back to the ground with a nod. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, moving down on top of her, kissing her neck softly as his hands moved along the side of her body.
She buried her hands in his hair, arching her neck. “You’re so good to me,” she purred, pressing into him. “Even when you’ve just come back, so good. So obedient.”
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?”
“I’m going to fly. Trust me.” She didn’t think he realised quite how much she could do just with the emotions he was broadcasting, whether he realised it or not. She locked her arms around his waist, spun off a little ‘reminder’ to the minds of anyone around that there was nothing there, and took off.
She probably wasn’t ever going to tell him that his being in pain actually made this part easier.
Pietro was a little confused right now, “You know I’ve never much seen a lot of what you can do. Besides the empathy thing. So…” he said before they were off in the air. ”I really hope you know I hate flying. My feet like to touch the ground.”
“You never asked.” She ignored his comment about flying. She wasn’t going to let him run them there, wounded as he was, and the next fastest method was her flying them. Especially with so much emotion to tap. For this circumstance, she didn’t bother with any of the flash — no wings, no flare trail. It was a short flight anyway, and she dropped neatly on her balcony within a few minutes. “Get inside.”
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?”
“Sometimes I really hate you, Pietro.” She sighed, compressing her lips together. “Fine. I need you to put your arms around my neck, and I need you to let me tap your emotions, and when we get there you are going to shut up and listen to why they would not have arrested you.”
Pietro nodded, “I hate myself most of the time, so I’m right there with you.” He did as she asked, “So how exactly do you plan on getting us there? And the letting you in my mind thing is easier than you think, I’ve had it ingrained in me enough not to let anyone. And just because I’m shot doesn’t mean they’re not going to cuff me to a bed.”
“I’m going to fly. Trust me.” She didn’t think he realised quite how much she could do just with the emotions he was broadcasting, whether he realised it or not. She locked her arms around his waist, spun off a little ‘reminder’ to the minds of anyone around that there was nothing there, and took off.
She probably wasn’t ever going to tell him that his being in pain actually made this part easier.
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?”
“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.
“It’s not you I don’t trust, Summer,” he said, dropping his head from the pain. “I just said to take me back to your place and help me get patched up,” he said reaching out and taking her hand, “I need your help, Summer.”
“Sometimes I really hate you, Pietro.” She sighed, compressing her lips together. “Fine. I need you to put your arms around my neck, and I need you to let me tap your emotions, and when we get there you are going to shut up and listen to why they would not have arrested you.”
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.
She leaned into his hand, eyelashes fluttering, and smiled slowly. “So what are you waiting for?”
Pietro smiled and shook his head as he moved quickly to pick her up, moving in a quick blur placing her down on a open meadow, the rain still coming down as he threw the blanket down on the ground. “Well nothing now.”
Summer squeaked as the scenery changed, and held onto his shoulders tightly. “God, that’s terrifying,” she laughed. “Like my own personal roller coaster.” Getting up, she shook out the blanket and spread it out before sprawling on it and holding her arms up to Pietro. “Come on, then,” she murmured, eyes dark.
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?”
“Pietro Django Maximoff, I am not digging a bullet out of you. If you don’t make up your mind, you’re gonna lose your choice, because I hear sirens.” She pulled him around a little to take more of his weight.
“Those sirens are probably police and I don’t feel like them trying to arrest me right now,” he said, pushing himself up and away. “I’ll just do it myself then if you don’t want to help.”
“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.”
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?”
“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.”
Pietro sighed. “Well you can do the patching up, right? It’s not that hard to do it,” he said with a heavy sigh. ”I think the bullet wound will beat you to it.”
“Pietro Django Maximoff, I am not digging a bullet out of you. If you don’t make up your mind, you’re gonna lose your choice, because I hear sirens.” She pulled him around a little to take more of his weight.
