Novel & Cerita Avengers Fanfiction Peter Stopped By Security

"That's unnecessary. Skywater Bay's security personnel are all veteran mercenaries—they would have no issue with him." With that, he whipped out his phone to make the call, his eyes still fixed on Frank. "You'd better admit that you sneaked in before security comes, or you're not getting away when they arrived." Frank simply stared at them in wry amusement. "Once ignorant, always ignorant. You're not worth my time." Shaking his head exasperatedly, Frank started to turn and leave, but Peter promptly leaped up, grabbing his arm. "Stop! Who told you that you could leave?!"

She placed one of her hands on her cheeks. "Do you want an answer or a safe place to hide?" He asked her while placing one of his hands on her waist. "I want a secret place to hide." "Then go inside and remember one thing: don’t dare touch the things inside." He dragged her inside while pressing the same button to close the door. "Come in." Aaron shouts while permitting Peter to come in. "What were you doing?" Peter stepped inside. "Why did you take so much time?" Peter asked. "You have entered the scene at the wrong time, bro." Aaron greeted his teeth.

His touch was firm, grounding me when my legs threatened to give way. "Stay close, Jennifer," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. A few men emerged from the shadows, men who looked like Ivan with hard eyes and hidden blades. They didn’t speak, they just moved with a silent, terrifying efficiency, transferring bags and crates into a battered, muddy pickup truck parked in the center. "Is my father really safe?" I asked, grabbing Ivan’s forearm. I needed to hear it again. I needed him to swear it. Ivan stopped, turning fully toward me. In the flickering light of the warehouse, the scars on his neck seemed more prominent, a map of a life I could barely fathom.

"No… This can't be happening…" I murmured. I snatched the phone from the man's hand, wishing I could dive straight into the screen to see for myself. My fingers were shaking, and my wolf let out a guttural snarl. How was this possible? There wouldn't be such coincidences in this world. But the footage didn't lie. The bare-chested man on the screen, muscles taut and back covered in old scars, was Reynolds Mitchell. We belonged to the same pack and had grown up together. After all these years, there was no way I could misidentify my own mate.

“Did you really need this kind of security after bringing me to an island?” I heard his footsteps approach. He stopped beside me and rested his hands on the banister. “You scared me badly, Alex,” he said. “Your speed is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I can’t afford to take chances. If this kind of lineup keeps you from trying anything, then so be it.” I looked at him coldly. “You’re going to regret this decision.” Peter laughed shamelessly. “If you manage to kill all my men on this island, then you can escape on your own.”