Pietro grit his teeth against the stinging sand and biting tug off his hair, eyes squeezed shut, and shoulders jerking as though he could shrug and shimmy his way out without fighting back.
His grew vaguely limp at the hit, head lulling back with a dazed look in eye.
"...I'm s-sorry," he breathed, chest rising and falling quickly. He didn't want to fight Tony. He wanted to leave but he didn't want to fight. He didn't understand his own mind right now, this was too confusing. He closed his eyes again, as though the very thought was painful.