[Pietro scoffs at receiving a ping, digging his device out of his pocket like it's a tedious chore to check it. Which it is, when Wash could have verbally told him, but it also gets Pietro to step away from the motorcycle. The provided apartments in the Up. Pietro knows them, had lived there for all of three weeks with his first contract partner, Steve having never moved out either, despite being in the city for around a year. He could be there in the time it would take Wash to walk less than a quarter of a block, and he's very tempted to do that, just run off. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, hand starting to shake as he slides his phone back into his pocket. He wants to run there, but it's the public housing, and someone will see him waiting, waiting for this, half-dressed and barefoot with fresh bruises over his throat, lip red and puffy where it had been bitten. It's best to slink in from the street to minimize that, as Pietro knows he won't be allowed into the building ahead of time. His current contract partner doesn't live there.
He sighs in exasperation at the logistics, even as he glances at the knife in Wash's hand, how he moves it deftly, tempting him and making him lick his lips unconsciously. Fuck. A tight coil of heat forms in his stomach, realising he hadn't given any previous thought to option number three — running home. Wash puts the knife away and Pietro rushes by him to get out ahead, zipping off down the street like he might run all the way there, but he stops and turns two building away, lifting one hand impatiently and shouting, despite just considering he didn't want to be seen in this state.]
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He sighs in exasperation at the logistics, even as he glances at the knife in Wash's hand, how he moves it deftly, tempting him and making him lick his lips unconsciously. Fuck. A tight coil of heat forms in his stomach, realising he hadn't given any previous thought to option number three — running home. Wash puts the knife away and Pietro rushes by him to get out ahead, zipping off down the street like he might run all the way there, but he stops and turns two building away, lifting one hand impatiently and shouting, despite just considering he didn't want to be seen in this state.]
Hurry up, old man!