Avengers Fanfiction Tony Yells At Peter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vivian yelled at Peter. "It is you who is delusional if you think I'll believe anything other than this cad tried brutalize my fiance." Peter's fist connected with Vince's jaw again, but not nearly hard enough to do damage. Enraged by how close the blow came to Vivian, Vince grabbed Peter and slammed him hard against the door of the stable, Jasper jumped to the side and snorted.

"Don't do anything stupid. I'll handle him myself… probably tear him into pieces… but I want to torture him myself." Tony was furious so he entered her without warning. She squeals and smacks him. "You make me angry." He groans and they both fall into hot passion once again.

I whimpered, hoping Tony would still believe me if I gave a convincing act, "No, you're lying to me!" Tony shouted, crushing my wrists even more, "Tony please, you're hurting me," I cried out as tears starting forming in my eyes from the pain, "Shut up!" Tony screamed as he jumped off of his bed and grabbed his head, "I thought you chose me!" Tony screamed as he glared at me, "I did!" I shouted back, hoping to calm him down while praying the Drew and the cops were almost here.

Tony says, pouting. I laugh, “Sorry baby, I just want her to back off Krista, and I thought if she became Beta Female it would make her happy.” “Did you call me baby?” Tony asks, over his pink tinted glasses. I pull his glasses off and kiss his cheek so he can see the road. "Yes, baby, I did.” Tony shakes dramatically. “Woman, I’m going to make you scream so much.” He releases my hand and grabs my thigh. “So, what experience do you have?” I ask.

Anthony turned away without another word, walking fast to catch up with Belle and the others. Peter stayed behind for a moment, making sure Anthony wouldn’t turn back and attack again. He let out a long breath, then shook his head at Bastian. His eyes carried the same disappointment. “You’ve got a death wish, Bastian,” Peter said. “Pooh, I…” Bastian paused. “…yeah, I know.” “I’m sorry, man. But this time, I can’t defend you. I’m with Tony.” “It’s alright. I get it.” Peter gave a short nod, then stepped back and turned away. He disappeared into the dark, chasing after the others.

Peter groaned loudly in pain but kept trying to fight back. "Stop it! Please!" I cried, rushing toward the two brawling men. "You stay the f*ck away from this!" Danzel roared at me without looking back. Tears instantly welled up in my eyes, and I stumbled back in pure shock at his venom. "Don't f*cking yell at my girl!" Peter growled, somehow managing to push Danzel off of him. "She is not your f*cking girl!" Danzel gritted right back.

Everything inside of me is screaming to get outta here. I shake my head, pushing at Tony’s chest. “You’re wrong, Tony. There’s nothing between us.” I look him in the eye, my voice firm. “Now let me pass.” The smile fades from Tony’s face, his eyes narrowing. “Liar,” he spits, pressing forward into my hand. “You’re always smiling at me, letting me buy your drinks…”

Peter yells at them and breaks down into tears. Daniel silently stares at the floor and keeps on mumbling that he didn’t kill her to himself. But a part of him is saying that he is the reason behind all the things that has been happening to the people around him. “I’m sorry.” Daniel slowly says and starts walking in the shop to help them with Antony. “No stop! Get out! I won’t give you shelter anymore! Leave us alone.” Peter spits at him in anger. “Peter please he has nowhere to go.” Cheyenne says and holds his hand to stop him from doing this. “No not anymore.” Peter takes his hand away from her grasp and starts wiping Antony’s wounds.

Neo hesitated, looking at me. Peter got mad and tried to punch him. Neo dodged it easy and Peter lost balance, falling hard to the ground. The whiskey bottle dropped and spilled. Peter cursed loud from the floor. “You bastard!” Neo tried to help him up, reaching out. Peter pushed his hand away rough. “Don’t touch me, motherfucker!” I was still breathing heavy, anger boiling. “Neo, leave.” Neo nodded once, turned and walked out the door. Peter got up slow, brushing himself, face full of rage. He looked at me. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? That’s why you won’t fire him.”

“This is my protection. Like I told you last night.” "You didn't say it's going to be this guy!!" Peter fumed with anger, his nose flaring. I enjoyed seeing his face change colours. “It doesn't matter." I shrugged, then turned back to Tyrone. He looked like he was holding back a laugh when he saw Peter boil with rage. Then, he intentionally flexed the muscles on his chest, showing his muscles perfectly. I bit down my lip. To hell, I was probably drooling. Cerene’s face twisted with irritation, but she stayed quiet for now. Her hand went back to her cheek, still pretending.