Avengers Fanfiction Peter Experimented On Novels & Stories

“He’s paralyzing their body and soul… Victor wants to control their mind and actions… he’s building a town that sees him as their God.” “But his experiments are not working, it’s a failure right? Does that mean all of them will die? If Nate is already paralyzed will he…” “That night at the docks… I thought I had died and then waken up on Peter Pak… I couldn’t remember anything else… but dad… he said he saw me in there… Victor must have had me taken to the lab, I had severe brain damage, so I guess I was in a comma for a few hours until the bleeding was too much and I eventually did die, but dad remembered later on when they had my blood sample tested… it had this rare cell type Victor was lo

“HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO SOMEONE YOU CLAIMED TO LOVE?! YOU DISGUST ME!” “Olívia… I can explain…” he tried, his voice low and weak. “I was blind, but—” She laughed. There was no humor in the sound. “EXPLAIN?” she shouted, taking another step toward him. “YOU DON’T GET TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING! YOU’RE A MONSTER.” Peter raised his hands in a useless gesture of defense. “I was sick, blinded by everything…” he stammered. “You don’t understand. My mind was being controlled by something dark…”

Your face is the same expression that hasn't changed! Peter transformed into a fake general, Ken is not born with a face and face but has been trained since childhood. Whoever said he wasn't as naughty as Peter, met people who spoke the human language, met demons who spoke the demonic language, and laughed with everyone. She can't do it, so keeping her face expressionless will not make people guess what her feelings are. For a long time, the baby has a habit of keeping this paralyzed face, anyway, no one notices. After the nurse left, Peter immediately crawled off the bed, then approached Ken's bed, hugging a huge iron box, at first glance, the weight was not light, at least for Peter, wanti

“It’ll be alright, Ebony. We’ll deal with all of this and get Peter back to civilisation with everyone else. Your family has this under control.” “Peter shouldn’t have come in, it’s us. He didn’t want to go.” Ebony felt guilty for pressing him to go and then teasing him about it. Not long after, as the ritual continued and things within the circle became frantic, Peter too thrashed. His arms and legs thrashed. The creatures’ howls of tortured pain echoed in Peter’s cries. Ebony couldn’t respond to this, and she didn’t know what happened next because Peter’s hand hit her in the face and her head bounced off a dead tree trunk, knocking her unconscious.

I promised him, I promised my Bella to avenge her tears, her scars, her pain, her betrayal. I will make sure they pay for each and every ounce of pain they made my Bella endure. Ethan and Bella's father, Peter, were sitting against the rough walls of their cell. Ethan's palm was bandaged, and he was glaring at me with hatred in his eyes. But Peter— Peter looked terrified. He was looking scared of us. Of me. My eyes shifted down on his pants and a look of disgust crossed my eyes. So he really peed his pants. I nodded my head at the guard standing behind me who immediately threw the cold water on Peter, making him scream in fear and coldness.

This was only possible because in my last life, the humans did not any real leverage over the wolves and had to accept their desire for an alliance as a favour. Not anymore. “Was giving them the formula for the perfume really a good idea? What if they make a counter for it?” I smirked. By the time they figured out how to neutralize this, I would have already replicated the upgraded version. “Don’t worry about it and trust me,” I said, my hands running through Daniel’s long hair. He snuggled closer to me, soon falling asleep on my shoulder. “Peter, take me straight to the labs.” *** I parked beside the border, jutting my head out of the window.

"Alpha, his blood has been changed every four months for years. When it was purified, it was injected with toxin, a temporary poison that caused him to feel as if his entire body was on fire." Ian's eyes returned to Robin, inhaling the smoke deeply. Puffing out the smoke, he remembered Ava's words. This man touched her, and she did not want it. He had dared to touch her while she was unconscious. He had drugged her drink and changed her clothes. This man had dared to see her body. This man dared to leave those dirty marks on her neck. Ian balled his other hand, feeling the urge to rush into the room and kill the man right there.

"Go ahead and use your own claws to cure my body right now! My soul does not want to live with this painful illness for another single night!" Peter deflates instantly, his angry chest dropping down as he lets out a super awkward laugh. "Cora, your brain knows my mind has been doing tons of research on your wolf illness to find a cure. Just give my claws a few more years, and my word promises I will heal your body completely."

“They cut them off. Completely.” “Cut them off how?” Brandon pressed. Peter did not answer immediately, and that silence said more than words. The officer stood abruptly. “We are escalating this to external authorities.” Peter’s face went pale. ⸻ Outside the office, Brandon and I walked in silence for a long moment. “So this was not obsession,” I said finally. “It was experimentation.” Brandon’s hands were clenched into fists at his sides. “They treated us like lab rats.” “And Peter was desperate enough to agree.”

Yet even together, against Peter’s cunning and strength, they had been overwhelmed. My hands shook as I traced the lines of their last fight in my mind. Peter had anticipated everything their moves, their alliances, their weaknesses. He had used dark witchcraft, bending some of the lesser vampires to his will, and even some corrupt werewolves who had once served my parents faithfully. I could see it: the strategic strikes against their pack, the coordinated attacks meant to wipe them out and erase the prophecy I was tied to.