[ there we are. pietro is still more stubborn than wash gave him credit for, and the blade goes deeper than it really should, but he sees the way his muscles start to twitch to move and pull him away. wash does try to react, to pull the knife back, but pietro is faster, grip vice-like around his wrist as he tears the blade back. pietro applying the force instead of wash means that he doesn't have quite as much of the control, but he was already adjusting, at least, and so the knife slides right back out without cutting any more.
he doesn't wrench his wrist from pietro's grip, lets him hold onto it. he moves his other hand, instead, lifting it to the wound in his shoulder, immediately pressing down. it will hurt, but that hand is there mostly to keep pressure and stem the bleeding, red blooming under his hand. wash does immediately feel like he went further than he should have, that there are better ways to handle pietro's sheer arrogance and gall, that he'd let himself get goaded there, even slightly. and he really should know better than that. he should've known better the other night, too, in that back room.
but he'll think back on that later. now, as always, his focus is on pietro, honed in on him, his body, his racing heart. ]
Pietro. [ it's an attempt to steady him, whether or not pietro will take it. for that clear panic he can see in him -- that isn't just a reflex or fear of pain but that deep, driving instinct, a desperation of clawing to survival. wash is still here, solid, grounding, steady and in control. the knife never went deeper than wash wanted it to, for better and for worse. ]
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he doesn't wrench his wrist from pietro's grip, lets him hold onto it. he moves his other hand, instead, lifting it to the wound in his shoulder, immediately pressing down. it will hurt, but that hand is there mostly to keep pressure and stem the bleeding, red blooming under his hand. wash does immediately feel like he went further than he should have, that there are better ways to handle pietro's sheer arrogance and gall, that he'd let himself get goaded there, even slightly. and he really should know better than that. he should've known better the other night, too, in that back room.
but he'll think back on that later. now, as always, his focus is on pietro, honed in on him, his body, his racing heart. ]
Pietro. [ it's an attempt to steady him, whether or not pietro will take it. for that clear panic he can see in him -- that isn't just a reflex or fear of pain but that deep, driving instinct, a desperation of clawing to survival. wash is still here, solid, grounding, steady and in control. the knife never went deeper than wash wanted it to, for better and for worse. ]