[Pietro's eyebrows knit together as he frowns, just once, a very quick movement, surprised that Wash would pull against that action and not immediately go along with pressing the knife harder. It throws him off. The offhand way Wash agrees to his proclamation doesn't, though. He knows, he knows what Pietro can do, and he doesn't care. Pietro huffs irritably, squirming slightly in Wash's hold until he moves the knife and breaks skin, a slow drag of a sharp sensation that isn't quite pain. Pietro hates himself for shuddering with it, for making a quiet mewling noise in the back of his throat, and mostly for wanting more.
Wash is being oppressive again, and Pietro feels just as trapped beside him as he did up against the wall. His stomach tightens hard and he has a visceral need to defy and not answer that question simply because Wash wants it answered. Pietro twitches and sucks in a snippy little breath through his nose, fighting with himself before he does address it. It still bothers him greatly that he squeezed Wash's arm that time, an admission that he couldn't deal with something. It bothers him more that Wash expects him to again, why else would he ask such a question?]
If I say no, you will stop. If you do not, I will hurt you.
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Wash is being oppressive again, and Pietro feels just as trapped beside him as he did up against the wall. His stomach tightens hard and he has a visceral need to defy and not answer that question simply because Wash wants it answered. Pietro twitches and sucks in a snippy little breath through his nose, fighting with himself before he does address it. It still bothers him greatly that he squeezed Wash's arm that time, an admission that he couldn't deal with something. It bothers him more that Wash expects him to again, why else would he ask such a question?]
If I say no, you will stop. If you do not, I will hurt you.
[His words are fast and clipped, dismissive.]
It does not need to be more complicated.