Avengers Fanfiction Peter Stopped By Security Novels & Stories

Susan said, turning around with a t-shirt. " I don't even know what could be more dangerous than a Gangster, other than Monsters that drink blood. And you know, I once met a man at the airport whose bodyguard had a gun. He did not see that dangerous but still, it was the first time I had ever seen a gun. It was cool," Peter said with a cheeky smile. "Does your mom know about this?" Susan asked raising her brow. " I tell you certain things because you are good at keeping secrets and you don't get angry like Mom. So I know you won't tell her about this, right?" Peter smiled.

On the other side, Peter went to the security room and pulled out the footage. His hand felt cold as he saw these two brats enter the room, and after a few minutes, the bodyguards who were waiting outside the room entered and there was the sound of breaking things and screams. “God, see I am not wrong, it’s them.” Peter pointed at the screen and shouted. “Move.” Matthew pushed Peter away and sat before the monitor, running his fingers over the keyboard.

He stepped between Merrick and my desk, keeping his body positioned as a shield. They dragged Merrick out of the office. His desperate apologies echoed down the corridor until the elevator doors finally slid shut. Silence rushed back into the room. Peter turned to face me, his expression tight with concern. "Are you injured, Mrs. Sterling? Did he touch you?" "No," I breathed out, sinking slowly into my leather desk chair. My hands shook so badly I had to hide them in my lap. "He did not touch me. He just wanted to talk." "I will personally review the lower-level security footage to see how he bypassed the perimeter," Peter promised, his jaw clenching. "It will never happen again."

The door swings open with a sharp, heavy thud. Peter steps into the room, his dark coat unbuttoned, his jaw locked into a fierce, rigid line as his eyes sweep over the disheveled carpet, the dropped syringe under the nightstand, and the red scratches across my neck. "Security intercepted Mary at the south staircase," Peter says, his voice gravelly, cold, and heavy. "She was hysterical, babbling about Switzerland." He walks straight to me, stopping inches away. His eyes lock onto the red marks on my throat, a dark, terrifying storm brewing in his pupils.

Where was I? I raised a brow. “I couldn't sleep so I went to the living room and we had a little talk.” He sighed. “He's a nice dude. You should see past his gay side. Like you did to me.” Before I could defend myself, Ava rushed toward us the moment she saw Peter. “Peter!” she said, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged her back. “I heard,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” Peter replied. “I’ll survive.”

"Baby..." "Okay! I'll stay here. Wait, what did you mean by having eyes on me?" Peter was looking to his ceiling, trying to find anything that would prove his words. But he was making Paolo chuckled saying that not in the traditional way. Peter raised his eyebrow, knowing his mob guy probably has guys stationed, watching his apartment complex and the thought of that relaxes his mind more than having watched from a CCTV. Paolo finally leaves him after another reassuring kiss which made him hard then Paolo smirked at him.

Chapter 6: Back on the bus, Peter was hugged by his mother and slept until he kissed heaven and earth. Jenny lowered her head, her eyes gentle on Peter, the corner of her mouth carrying a faint smile. "Sir, you've been following us for a few days, is something wrong?" Turning her head to face the man sitting right behind them, Jenny asked him coldly. Maria didn't expect that she would turn her head to ask her directly, he was still here secretly spying on people!

He could still remember that day as clearly as though it was the day before. Once the experts had completed their investigations, and they had all the information they needed, security had been invited to bundle the thieving Peter away from the premises and into the arms of the waiting police. Ryan didn’t really know the man, although they must have met on some occasions. As security escorted the man out, he had yelled at Ryan, “I hope you’ll have Becca arrested too.” Ryan would have ignored the man as he had been doing all this while, but Peter continued his tirade, even struggling with the security men who held him captive.

I asked and he was about to speak when Peter suddenly approached him and quickly covered his mouth with his own hand. "Be careful, don't let anyone know your true identity if you don't want us to meet at the precinct together." Peter said, making me laugh out loud again. In a short time, I was able to study their every move and gesture, even how they looked like fire in front of me. I have a strong hunch that these children are still minors and seem to lack combat experience. If only I hadn't been injected with a sleeping pill earlier, I might have escaped right away because it looks like his men will soften.

When I reminded him of how I’d managed to take Jacob down and handcuff him while Max lay unconscious and admitted to having been administered an antidote that Peter brought from Africa that would protect me from getting infected, he relaxed and actually agreed that it would strengthen our team to have me play an active role. He’d been gone about fifteen minutes when Peter came home. He looked long in the face and acted very preoccupied. “What’s the matter?” I asked as he came out to the patio with two beers and hand and handed one to me. “Nothing for you to worry about, my love,” he said as he put his bottle of beer to his lips and took a long drink. It was impossible for me not to notice t