“HAH! I told you so.”
“Haha, very funny.” Pietro looked up at his sister from his place on the floor, rubbing his temple. “I thought it’d break.” He had been an idiot, though he’d never admit it. When he first brought up the question of whether he’d be able to break through the glass in the tower while running, she had told him ‘no’ and that ‘Stark had obviously strengthened it’. So, maybe she was right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to find out for himself. And maybe, yes, he should have tried hitting it while running rather than using his head as a battering ram, but he never claimed his ideas were good ones.
“I’m going to have a bump the size of a melon.” He grumbled to himself, before looking at his sister, “What’ll I tell the girl tonight?” He’d refer to his date by name, only he’d forgotten it almost immediately after getting her number, instead giving her a generic nickname on his phone. Apparently she thought him calling her ‘Iepuraş‘ was ever so adorable and exotic.