Novel & Cerita Avengers Fanfiction Peter Experimented On

“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.

As he reached the halfway point, the air around him seemed to shimmer and distort. "Watch," Alex commanded softly. Just a few yards from where they stood, Peter leaped. In mid-air, the transformation began. It was a violent, visceral sight—his spine arched, his limbs lengthened and thickened, and a coat of coarse, charcoal fur erupted from his skin. Danny heard the distinct, sickening crack of bones snapping and resetting into new shapes.

Beatrix looked away without a care. “You dare traumatize my little sis. You aren’t even sorry for what you did and you come here to insult me. What do you know?” Lavana bellowed after Peter had taken off his pants. Now he was left with his purple hat and his black Speedo. He quickly took off his hat and used it to cover his crotch area. “You… aren’t you an Omega?” “Yeah. But I’m a special one. You insult me again, I’ll burn your hat.”

“I hope you’re asking about me and not some other lover I’m going to have to battle with for the right to bed my fair lady.” “Really, Peter,” I scolded while Megan rolled with laughter. He raised a brow and then kissed my neck. “Just asking.” I put a cup in front of him as he sat at the table next to Megan and playfully squeezed her hand. I was extremely curious as to why she had to bring him home instead of him taking a cab, but I also didn’t want to change our topic of conversation. Peter spent a decade with the natives in Africa. I had no doubt he could prove useful in figuring out what was going on with the dead bodies come alive with spiders in their heads. I decided to broach the to

When he called the two fake doctors again, he found that their numbers had been disconnected. His body collapsed weakly onto the floor while tears of regret streamed down his face. ... I quietly watched everything unfold from the private room on the other side. Peter looked at me worriedly. He handed me the auctioned disc. “El, we should get to the airport.” I nodded. I took the disc from his hand, snapped it in two, and tossed it into the trash. “Peter, thank you for backing me up tonight.” Peter shook his head and said, “Remember that experiment I won the award for? Half the data came from you. I tried to give you the money back then, but you insisted I keep it. I never touched your share.

My jaws hovered over his throat, a low growl rumbling through me. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Peter’s eyes locked with mine. Then, slowly, Peter tilted his head back, exposing his neck. Do it, he seemed to say. The gesture of submission broke through the haze of anger and alcohol. I blinked, suddenly aware of what I had just been about to do. And suddenly I was back in that boxing ring, that kid’s shattered eye socket forming a puddle of blood around my feet. With one last growl, I released Peter and stepped back, my form shifting back to human. I pinched the bridge of my nose, shaking my head. What have I done, what have I done—

“Do you know of the AVRT?” Kenneth nods. “Yes, the Anti Voice Research Team. What about them?” Peter nods but he quickly continues. “My parents were part of the AVRT.” Kenneth pursed his lips. Knowing the AVRT, Kenneth knew that the suicidal research team was made to study the Voice and its many servants. And that the AVRT was split into two parts, the researchers and the guinea pigs. Since Peter was in a suicide squad, it meant that Peter’s parents weren’t important enough to merit Peter’s protection. He offered Peter his condolences.

His charity and donations toward underprivileged and orphan kids of Manhattan city, wolf by birth or not, was the evidence of his obsession toward kids aka those little innocent souls. Assuming that the baby Aurora was carrying was his own, one can only imagine the chaos he would create on earth. Because it was not any normal offspring. It was the Alpha's. Not any sweet normal and kind alpha— but a badass hungry and a good-looking devil with a rotten rusted heart. "Peter, what do we do now? I am horrified." Ginny spoke after a long time. Peter snorted. "Would I be pacing back and forth if I had any idea?" He stopped and snarled.

Whatever she was doing required a tremendous amount of strength. “No, they’re coming. They always know where I am. And once a month, I wake up there. I think I do really bad things,” Peter said. “Whatever happened to me, I don’t think I’m human anymore. I have these dreams, but the more they happen… I think they’re real. I have fur and claws, long legs and arms, and a snout like a monster. There are no thoughts in my head other than to kill. They tell me to do things, and I do them. Right now, betraying them,” he gasped, “It hurts so much, but Mr. Silverburn. Just get this to him. Ok?” “Peter, you’re fucking scaring me,” Brian cried, pulling a now sobbing Peter into an embrace. The two men k