Death In My Voice [Severe Editing Era]

Chapter 13

So If I run it's not enough
You're still in my head forever stuck

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         I straighten myself and stretch my arms forward. Yeah, writing while standing wasn't a good idea. 

         I click the handle and push the chair on the wheels closer. At the same moment, all the papers fell on the floor but don't have time, because someone collects them in the blink of an eye. 

        "Pietro!" I immediately spread out in a smile and put my glasses in the pocket of a snow-white robe. 

        "Hello, beautiful," he winks at me and sits on the table. Cheeks turn pink. He knows that he embarrasses me, but still stubbornly calls me that way. 

        "What? You don't even kiss me now?" I smile even wider. What happened between us is absolutely inexplicable chemistry. From just one of his touches, I felt, how banal this phrase sounds, butterflies in my stomach. Maybe it was love, but I was in no hurry to describe this feeling that way. 

        Here it is, the main reason why no one from the team knows about Pietro and me - all this seemed frivolous to me. An easy affair, no more. 

        I get up on my socks and almost touch his cheek, but Pietro dodges and puts his lips, dragging me into a rather long kiss.

       "You allow yourself a lot of things, Mr Maximoff," jokingly I'm pushing him away from me and escaping from strong embraces. "New suit?" 

       Quicksilver today really looked a little different in its new form. It was better, more modern and finally with a sewn protection. Last time he was wearing a t-shirt and almost died. Now I felt the dense elastic fabric on his body with something like body armour. The hue of the form remains the same: blue and silver, the colour of his eyes and hair. Wanda would definitely like it.

       "Do you like it?" he got up and once again turned in front of me. I covered my mouth with my hand and laughed softly, looking at his attempts to indulge the models in fashion shows.

        "Yeah," I cannot stand it and laugh. At first, he looks at me offended, but then he just laughs with me. 

         I often note to myself how handsome Pietro is. That is just damn simple. Those incredible blue eyes, eternally dishevelled, ashy, curly hair. I was lucky in general. 

        "Do you have a mission?"

        "Yes, something in Australia. I really didn't listen."

        "Well, as always. Friday, bring it out, please," he hugs me from behind, thus making it difficult to concentrate. Meanwhile, newspaper clips, fragments of videos and various biographies are floating around." "Dangerous. Promise me to take care of yourself."

        "Are you worried about me?" I turn to face him and notice how he arches an eyebrow. I wanted to break out a tirade on the subject of being madly worried about him on every assignment, as his serious look stopped me. "Before you say something, let me say something. And do not interrupt, please." I began to draw some patterns with a finger on his chest.

        Somewhere in the back streets of the subconscious, a thought flashed that we might be caught in this position, and here you will not get off so easily. However, this thought immediately disappeared, because I so liked to feel his hands on my waist. 

       "The task is insanely dangerous, and considering that I'm still mortal, I have to tell you something now."

        "Pietro..." I waved my head as if chasing away the thought that something might happen to him.