Eyes wide, Pietro had attempted to bolt at the blasts, but before he could pick of speed he was caught, suspended off the ground. His heart beat had about doubled in the space of a couple seconds, the besides the heaving of his chest he was surprisingly still. "What the hell is wrong you?! I told you, I'm not going to run, why are you shooting at me!?" He was looking at him with an expression of fear usually reserved for his father.