[Wash moves his hand, and after one fraction of a second where his grip tightens, Pietro doesn't direct it away from him. Once the flat of the knife is back underneath his chin, he drops his hand, pressing his palm hard against the wall instead. His stomach twists and his muscles twitch in agitation, but he moves his head with that knife, where Wash wants him to look. Pietro's eyes are dark, but not with arousal.
That rumbling voice strikes hard in his chest and Pietro hates it, hates that it's getting to him even now when he should be running away and avoiding Wash entirely from this point on, the way he avoids Tony Stark, just pretends he doesn't exist. He could do it. Wash's tone is indiscernible to Pietro, and he can only assume it's meant to be patronising, mocking him for not knowing what he wants, an "I told you so". Pietro shifts uncomfortably, not quite making eye contact, he's looking that way, but it's unfocused, and when he does get words out, they're hissed and far too venomous to cover the underlying pain in them.]
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That rumbling voice strikes hard in his chest and Pietro hates it, hates that it's getting to him even now when he should be running away and avoiding Wash entirely from this point on, the way he avoids Tony Stark, just pretends he doesn't exist. He could do it. Wash's tone is indiscernible to Pietro, and he can only assume it's meant to be patronising, mocking him for not knowing what he wants, an "I told you so". Pietro shifts uncomfortably, not quite making eye contact, he's looking that way, but it's unfocused, and when he does get words out, they're hissed and far too venomous to cover the underlying pain in them.]
You have made your point.