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I woke up to the sunshine flooding into my room almost blinding me, for a moment I regret waking up but soon enough am glad that I can have the track to myself, don't get me wrong I love Steve but sometimes explaining every pop culture reference you make can get very frustrating.
Throwing on a pair of joggers and a hoodie I make my way out of the tower and towards the track outside. The weather was fairly nice-warm littered with cool breezes- and so it seemed to be the perfect day to go for a run. I have a first bowl of cereal, then a second, then a half- don't you go judging me I'm about to go and run it off, it's fineeee. After finishing eating I make my way through the building and towards the doors leading to the track course. Approaching the track, a fantastic blue light flies past, I simply roll it my eyes and chuckle. "Ah Pietro, showing off again are we?," I raise one eyebrow and give him a one sided smile as he arrives in front of me . He scoffs rather dramatically before replying, "I am merely utilising my gift," his accent prominent and smooth. His hair is floofy, (Is that a made up word? Yes. Is it the perfect word to describe ATJ's hair? Also yes.) his eyes are bright as per usual and his presence cheers me up completely.
"I'm guessing you're going to make another deal." I say as my mind thinks back over to nearly every time we've worked out together. The first, second and third time he said if he could run 20 laps before I finish one, I would of had to buy him however many of his favourite chocolate bars he wanted; the fourth if he won we would have to have a movie night where he got to pick all of the films to watch.
"And this time I'll win," Pietro retorts, I narrow my eyes knowing that he most likely won't- he's lost four out of four times now and I have been told I am quite competitive. "Yeah okay, so what's it this time? If you win I have to make you breakfast for a month?"
He takes a breath, "Actually I was thinking a date."
My eyes widen in shock, but I do make a mental note of how smooth that was- well done speedy.
"A date? Like a date date?" I question just to make sure I wasn't imagining what he'd just said. Despite normally being quite confident, Pietro cheeks had now flecked pink- how cute.
"W-well yeah, I mean if you want to. If not breakfast for a month is fine, I guess." His tongue glides over his bottom lip anxiously.
"Okay, if you can do twenty laps before I finish one, you can take me out for dinner." My heart flutters as the words leave my mouth. He smiles relieved and subtly makes a victory fist.
"Italian?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself hun, but Italian sounds good."
We both make our ways to our starting points- he winks back to me before counting down...
"3...,2...,1...,GO!"
My feet lift from one to the other, pulling me around the track. As I reach the halfway point another blue light flashes past me, the word "Eight," uttered by Pietro as he passed me once again. I keep up my pace, breathing steady and deep. He passes again, "Sixteen." I bite my lip as I realise I'm nearly at the end of my lap, furrowing my eyebrows I think up a plan. I know he's trying so hard as he passes another time the time between each lap shortening, "Nineteen." I'm about to cross the line when I 'fall' I let out a very believable cry of agony if I do say so myself- I took drama in high school. "My ankle," I groan, Pietro stops squaring down in front of me, "Are you ok? Should I get some help?" He asks worriedly which is just adorable-he cares awww.
I place my hands on his shoulders and give him a small push causing him to falter backwards and cross over the line.
"What was that for?" Pietro questions, confusion painted on his face.
I push off of the ground, and now standing state: "Pick me up at Seven," smirking obnoxiously.
He returns the smile only just realising what had happened.
"Seven it is."
