Novel & Cerita Avengers Fanfiction Tony Yells At Peter

I said mockingly "So your girlfriend is back Huh?" He responded with a question. "Impressive! How many of your spies are roaming around me exactly?" My tone was sarcastic. "Cut the crap Peter! Let ivy go now" I paused for a moment before speaking again. "Why should I?" my jaw clenched at the mention of ivy. "Enough with your revenge Peter. You have Natalia back! Set ivy free now", I was losing my control. Who is he to tell me what to do with my wife?

Peter laughed crisply as he punched Alan lightly on the shoulder. Hearing those words, Alan froze. He could only stare at Peter with his eyes flashing with anger. But Peter didn't stop there to tease Alan. Both of Peter's fists were raised, and he punched Alan's arms lightly in turn. It was just playful, as sentence after sentence flowed smoothly from his mouth. “Why don't you say something back to me, hm? Are you afraid? Have you realized how much you owe me?” “Stop it, Peter. Fuck off.” “Oh, come on. Show me the muscles you built in that gym of yours.”

I screamed out as I felt a sharp intense pain at my back. “That's what you get for sleeping with my wife," Peter started speaking as he dished out pain upon pain on me through kicks and stomping. This guy's leg must be made out of concrete or casted iron because I could feel and hear my bone cracking and I found myself screaming out like a little child. I can't go out like this. When I haven't had a taste of Bella. At least once. Peter lifted his right leg up in the air for what would be a fatal stomp to my head but as his leg descended.. I gathered all my strength in one blow and struck him fast and quick in the region where the sun doesn't shine.

This makes Tony laugh and he says, “It would shock the shit out of you, Rina.” My eyebrows furrow and I argue, “How do you know? You were immune to my ‘sonic scream’ how do you know I wouldn’t be immune to your electricity?” Tony’s eyes are wide and he says, “That’s an interesting hypothesis. But do you really want to test it out?” I shrug, “Why not?” He gives me a deadpan expression as he says, “Because it would shock the shit out of you.” I tilt my head to the side, my eyes lighting up with excitement and intrigue and I say, “You act like I’m scared of a little shock.”

"HOW!! HOW TONY?! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW WHAT'S TO COME AND THERE'S NOTHING AND NO ONE THAT CAN STOP IT!!" I yelled. My eyes shed angry and scared tears. I banged and banged on Tony's chest. He tried to hug me, and I fought against it. I'm just so frustrated with all of it. He finally caught my arms and wrapped me in his embrace, pating my hair down.

A playful smirk started playing on Peter's lips. "Come on, I am starving, kiddo," he said, grinning mischievously he whirled me around and hooked his elbow with mine before walking into the villa. "From when did you start calling her kiddo?" A very pissed-off Aldrich asked. "Have you put something on gas?" Peter asked me, ignoring Aldrich's question completely "I can smell something burning," he said. Uppss! "Nothing is burning. Tell me from when did you start calling her kiddo"

I choked with tears, "Yours. I'm your bitch." "Now, that sounds right." Clearly, Anthony was extremely pleased. In a surge of adrenaline, he pounced on me, pinning me down beneath him. But just as I was clawing at his back and preparing myself to just go wild and let loose, Peter actually showed up at the door. With a grim expression on his face, he asked, "What are you both doing?" I almost passed out on the spot in fright. Did Peter regain his sight? Did he already find out about everything?

Tony—skinny, gold chain fake as hell, tracksuit committing fashion crimes—produced a bottle of ouzo like a magician and slopped four tall pours without permission. “How’s your mate doing?” he asked, not looking. Con slid a glass to Peter and Stephen and kept one. “Dean’s still a wreck. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Prue…” Tony pointed a loaded fork, salad and steak wobbling. “That’s the power of the pussy, my friend. The power of the pussy.” Cutlery clinked too loud. Peter’s stare could’ve salted meat. “No wonder you don’t have a missus—with remarks like that.”

" Aaron raised one of his eyebrows and rested his hands in his pocket. "Because you want her in your life—not only for Damon but also for you." Peter groaned in pain as Aaron kicked his ass while giving him a hard smack. "Fuck, you jerk, how many times have I told you not to slap me there, geez?"It's hurt." Peter rubs his butt cheeks while yelling at Aaron. "When you stop using your extra mind, then I’ll stop kicking you on your ass." Aaron said patterning his one hand on Peter's butt and stepping ahead to the basement.

Gotta give it to Vector, that fucker knew how to deliver a punch that made his face throb like a bitch. “You know what?” Tony growled, his anger escalating. “It’s easy to kick the crap out of someone who’s weak. If you think you’ve got what it takes, untie my hands and I’ll show you how to fight fair and square.” He sneered, utterly fed up with this shitshow. Done. So done. Rising from his chair, Vector spat to the side, his fury igniting. “Consider yourself lucky that I’ve only messed up your face for now,” he declared, pulling out a gun and pressing it against Tony’s forehead. “Because all I really want is to blow your brains out.”