Pietro was usually quite alert, he could sense things. It wasn’t a superpower but just a feeling he got when something was about to happen. What he wasn’t expecting however, was an alarming hit to his face. It was enough to catch him off guard and send him back a couple steps. Perhaps the more alarming thing was the voice yet no-one stood in front of him. To say he was confused was an understatement until he felt pinches on his face and glanced down to see a tiny woman holding onto his face. “My face did not deserve that, but .. I suppose it’ll be fine,” He commented, still processing how this smaller woman was on his face, “Can you go back to your normal size or at least jump onto my hand? My eyes are hurting from looking from this direction,” He suggested, holding up his hand for her to move onto if her suit was still malfunctioning.
beady emerald skies look up at face that is well over two times her current size. “ your face did an excellent job for cushioning my landing , so there’s a silver lining. “ she spoke in an optimistic tune , on behalf of the situation and hopped right into his hand , using it as her new platform. hands planted on her hips , “ so, who are you ? “ she asked , not recognize the man that she assaulted , or if she should recognize him at all. even with her good memory , it’s always hard to say for sure.