[Alright. Wash has nothing else to say but that, and it both confuses Pietro a little, and irks him, spoken like he needs that confirmation, as if being placated. He lets out a heavy exhale from his nose, crossing his arms and half nodding in acknowledgement that this 'line' has been established. It makes his skin itch to have stated it. Pietro doesn't want to take that out given to him because of it, doesn't want to admit to further weakness by avoiding the elevator. He hates them, always had even before he'd been given abilities that make it worse. Elevators were death traps, hardly worked, got stuck between floors where people starved to death if the building was bombed and no one could get to them, or the whole thing plummeted and crumbled upon striking concrete rubble. Stairways collapse too, he knows this, knew people who died in them, but he feels less trapped in them, where at least there's a chance to get out.
He'd used this elevator in this building all of once, the first time Steve brought him here. They'd been on the 21st floor, and Pietro never opted for the elevator even once after that the entire time he lived in this building. Once he'd discovered the cave system during the blackout, he's traveled that way every time he needs to go to the Down, the ten minute elevator ride there feeling like an agonisingly slow descent that fueled nothing but panic and agitation. The pinging noise as the elevator doors open bring all his thoughts into sharp focus and makes him reconsider his determination to not look weak. Wash is watching him, studying him, the knife glinting in the overhead light as it slides effortlessly between Wash's fingers. Pietro's cock twitches, he fidgets and debates with himself, and then disappears, zipping off for the stairwell. When Wash arrives on the eighth floor, he'll be pacing the hallway a little or having settled down to lean against the wall, palm flat against it and drumming his fingers incessantly.]
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He'd used this elevator in this building all of once, the first time Steve brought him here. They'd been on the 21st floor, and Pietro never opted for the elevator even once after that the entire time he lived in this building. Once he'd discovered the cave system during the blackout, he's traveled that way every time he needs to go to the Down, the ten minute elevator ride there feeling like an agonisingly slow descent that fueled nothing but panic and agitation. The pinging noise as the elevator doors open bring all his thoughts into sharp focus and makes him reconsider his determination to not look weak. Wash is watching him, studying him, the knife glinting in the overhead light as it slides effortlessly between Wash's fingers. Pietro's cock twitches, he fidgets and debates with himself, and then disappears, zipping off for the stairwell. When Wash arrives on the eighth floor, he'll be pacing the hallway a little or having settled down to lean against the wall, palm flat against it and drumming his fingers incessantly.]