#rafealxreader

"Do you have to pace around like that." you watched from your spot leaned on the wall, waiting for him to take a seat and relax. Barba was dealing with another tough case, and apparently it wasn't coming together as well as he hoped. "Must you stand there like a statue." he retorted. Somehow Olivia convinced him that you being there was actually beneficial. 

So for the past week you were working diligently at making sure he didn't catch a bullet. He didn't make it easy though. Every order you gave he felt the need to question. When you informed him that you would be driving him to and from work, that apparently infuriated him. You contemplated knocking him unconscious just to get him into the car the first day. One thing you were sure of, Rafael Barba was a difficult man to put up with.

"I can see why someone would want to kill you. I feel sorry for your mother, if you're this bull headed as an adult, I could only imagine what you were like as a teenager."

"Is this your attempt at conversation, if so it's quite tiring." you grinned from your corner.

This was probably one of your more fun cases if you were being honest with yourself. The jobs in your career usually left you with either sleezy or just plain stupid clients. You never had a major problem. You could take care of yourself. Barba though, he challenged you. It was refreshing. His intelligence was another plus. He wasn't too bad looking either. The last thought made you frown. 

"Unprofessional." 

The reason this job worked so well was because there were certain lines you never crossed. For good reason to. It's not like he was the first attractive guy you had to protect. So you had no idea why the ridiculous thought kept circling in your head.

"I'm going to check the area, don't go anywhere." you inform. Barba just huffs with a nod. You needed to get some air. Clear your thoughts for a bit. Maybe if you had been more observant, you would have picked up on the look Barba sent your way as you exited the room.

You took a breath when you got into the hallway, walking down the hall. It didn't help that he lived on the top floor. You weren't really looking forward to walking down five flights of stairs. So you just settled for a window nearby, looking out at the view. 

You were in the room right opposite his. Until the culprit behind his attack was caught, it was a necessary countermeasure that needed to be taken. You nodded at the delivery guy that walked passed. He smiled kindly, sending a wink and you just chuckled under your breath, eyes moving back to the many lights that graced New York City. You couldn't understand how something so beautiful can be so tainted by hate and crime.

You flinched when you heard a single gunshot, and on instinct you sprinted back to Rafael's room. The door was ajar and you pulled out your gun. Taking slow steps you inched inside. As you got there you could spot Rafael on the other side of the room. The moment he saw you his eyes widened and he yelled out. 

"WATCH OUT!!" The door slammed into your arm, knocking you to the ground. You tumbled with a grunt, gun flying out of your grasp. When you looked to the side, the red and white striped shirt made you frown.

"Well hello there cutie, when I saw you in the hall I knew you were a firecracker." The supposed pizza delivery guy was smirking as he kicked your gun further, stepping over your body. He had two guns in his hand, one pointed in Rafael's direction and the other aimed at you. "See my intention here was just to take out our little ADA here. Dumbass can't seem to keep his mouth shut." he gritted his teeth, glaring in Barba's direction. You were still on the ground groaning.

"But maybe I should have a treat after all my hard work. " he kneeled down, passing the tip of his gun along your shoulder, over to your collarbone and down the middle of your chest.

"You have me, just let her walk away from this. No more people have to die!" Rafael took a step forward which just irritated your captor more. "SHUT UP! " he screamed. While he was distracted with his anger you raised both your legs, wrapping them around his neck. Clutching your thighs you squeezed, watching the way he gasped, dropping his weapons in a weak attempt to regain his breath. 

You slammed his body into the ground with all the force you could muster. You could see his face begin to turn red as he fought to reach for his fallen guns. In a matter of seconds he lost consciousness. When you were positive he was out, you released, jumping to your feet and kicking both guns as far as you could. You turned to Rafael who rushed in your direction. "Are you alright?" you brushed off his concern, still breathing a bit heavily.

"I'm fine, this is what I'm trained for. Call the police Counselor. " you were a little pissed. If you hadn't been distracted you probably would have noticed the pizza guy was a fake. Rafael didn't react immediately, he was still looking your way. Reluctantly, he stepped away to get his cell phone.

Your eyes moved back to the man lying on the ground. You rubbed your arm in annoyance. "That hurt you stupid bastard. " He was lucky the lash didn't leave a bruise, you would have done far worse than just knock him out.

Rafael was back at your side with an ice pack. "The police are on their way, here put this on your head. You took a pretty bad fall." you took it gratefully, pressing it to the back of your head with a wince. It was then that you finally scanned his body. 

"I heard a gunshot, how did you block it." you couldn't make out a single defensive wound on his body. "I knew the minute he stepped in he was a fraud, I never get pepperoni." The comment made you laugh, and you noticed the hole in the wall next to where he had been standing.

"You really are something else."

"I refuse." 

You rolled your eyes at the famous ADA Rafael Barba. Olivia had always been a close friend of yours, so when she asked for your help, of course you agreed. You were a security detail, one of the best in New York. You'd spend time with politicians, diplomats, even assisted in witness protection. You'd met people like Barba before. Thought he didn't need the help. When Olivia heard about the attempt on his life after a very shaky case, you had a feeling this was coming. It was all over the news. You were now standing at the door watching Olivia try to convince Barba that this was best for him.

"Absolutely not. I already told you I don't need protection. They were just trying to make a point. No one is actually going to kill me. "

"You're wrong. " His steely gaze turned to you. "You assumed it was a warning shot because of the angle, but you're wrong. Whoever was yielding that weapon tried to kill you. The only reason it missed is because they were an amateur. The aim was miscalculated because of the change in winds that day. When you're scoping an area especially as a sniper, you have to account for everything. " 

Stepping inside, you walked over to the window. You glanced at where he stood, and the position of his chair. He was sitting in it, watching you keenly. You raised your hand, pointing your index right where his heart was.

"The wind was 11 miles per hour that day. They missed the shot by a very small current of wind. If not, you'd be dead." He obviously didn't like the statement. His face contorted in anger and he stood, marching over, getting into your face.

"Get out of my office." The both of your were at a stand still, he must have thought you would have been intimidated by his stare. But you've dealt with far worse to get deterred by his little act of testosterone. Taking a step back, you walked to the side. 

"You can let your foolish pride get in the way Counselor but just so you know, if I had taken the shot.." you turn, watching him dead in the eye. 

"I wouldn't have missed. " you spoke calmly. With that, you were heading out of the building. Olivia is chasing after you, and you're wearing a big smile. "Don't worry I was just joking in there, maybe." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "(Y/N), I brought you here to help him, not make him more paranoid."

"He's the one who's acting all high and mighty. I heard the guy was a piece of work, just never thought I'd have the pleasure of experiencing it first hand. He should be lucky I even had time for a consultation. I have a business you know. Whenever I take jobs like this it's usually more serious. The guys that did this are sloppy. It shouldn't be hard to get them. You don't need me."

Olivia grabbed your arm, stopping you. "Please (Y/N), he's my friend. Practically family. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to him and I know I could have done something." Olivia would never stop being a caretaker for everyone else. It was crazy sometimes, she completely ignored her own needs, just to look after others. It's that same stubbornness that even saved you in the past. Turning, you took her hand. "Okay, okay I'll take the job." Her face brightened almost instantly.

"Thank you." you shook your head with a laugh. 

"It's been a full week, are you telling me we're still no closer to finding out who's trying to off me? It shouldn't be that hard. I could name a few that are probably plotting my demise as we speak. "

Olivia was used to his little outburst, but this one was different. "Calm down Barba, we're working on it. We don't have very much to go on. The one guy who can give us anything is sitting in jail comfortably. I think he's just stalling until the trail. " Barba took a seat, letting out a long breath. Olivia tilted her head at the way he was rubbing his face in slight frustration. "But something tells me this has nothing to do with the case, wanna talk about it. " She was always good at reading his moods.

"Liv." The vulnerable way he said her name made her worried.

She moved to his side, taking both of his hands. "What's the matter, did you get another threat?" He shook his head. "It's (Y/N)." Now she was confused. As far as she knew, you and Barba were getting along really well. Especially considering your introduction was so shaky.

"What's the matter, I thought you both were finally becoming friends."

"That's the problem." she released his hands, and stayed there quietly, waiting for him to clarify what the actual problem was. 

"Liv I...I can't stop thinking about her. It's driving me crazy."

"Oh...Oh!" The way Olivia lit up made him groan. Why did she have to look excited.

"Well I'll be damned. ADA Barba has a crush."

"It's not a crush!" he groused.

"I'm a district attorney for goodness sake. I don't have time for this. Especially under these circumstances. "

"I don't really see the problem. We'll wrap up this case, and once she's no longer working for you, just ask her out." Barba stared at Olivia like she'd grown an extra head. 

"You can't be serious."

"I'm completely serious. If I'd known this would have happened I would have introduced you both sooner. To think I could end up being a maid of honor at the wedding." The joke made his cheeks tint red. "Don't go getting any ideas. As far as I know it's strictly one sided. Besides she's dedicated to this job, I'm sure a relationship is the last thing on her mind. "

"I know. You guys make a perfect match. Both overachievers and workaholics.”

"Liv." this time it was a warning, and she just let out a quiet laugh. "Fine, I won't meddle. But when this is done if you don't make a move I will. " the look on her face assured him it wasn't a baseless taunt. She was being serious. 

"Liv don't you dare-"

"Have a nice day Counselor. " She was out the door before he could get in another word, and Carmen walked in. She didn't even need to be told anything, she just handed him a bottle of ibuprofen. "Thank you Carmen." she smiled politely, exiting. Most of Olivia's visits left him with headaches. This was somewhat of a ritual now.

**** "How is the food? I know it's not as fancy as what you're accustomed to, but it should keep you for the time being. " Barba had already been digging into the take out noodles you ordered. Chinese was your favorite, apparently it was his too. "It'll do." he muttered with a little grin. You reached for the box of fried shrimp the same time he did, and your fingers brushed. 

You pulled back mumbling an apology. Why did these kinds of situations keep happening? For some reason you were having an awful lot of physical contact with him.

The unplanned increase of your heart when you accidentally bumped into each other in the morning. The fleeting touches when your hands brushed walking through the streets of New York. It was getting ridiculous. Then there was that one time you saw him shirtless coming out of the shower. 

Boy did that send you spiraling. That night your dreams of him were a little less than virtuous. You knew he hadn't intended for it to happen. He was still adjusting to having another person in his house. Everything he did was starting to get to you. The way he played with his tie when he was sifting through documents. The playful biting of his lip when he gave a smart ass comment. Even those damn suspenders. Geez. When were you going to catch a break?

"Everything okay?" he looked up from his meal. "Yeah everything's fine." you just kept looking down at your noodles. Suddenly you didn't have much of an appetite. 

"If you're bothered by how long this is taking don't be. In a week you'll be free. Won't have to worry about escorting me around. And I'll finally have my couch back." you giggle at that, and his eyes shone a little at the sound. "I just might take the couch, it's really growing on me you know. I think it's the least you can do."

"I'm sure I can do better than a piece of furniture."

"Really? I can't see how."

"How about dinner. "

You were quiet for a moment. Was he honestly asking you out? Here you thought your attraction was one sided.

"Barba.."

"I apologize, I guess that was a bit inappropriate. " 

You could tell he was probably about to take back his words. You supposed now was as good a time as ever.

"Dinner sounds great Rafael." his eyes darted up. Both at your agreement and the use of his first name.

"Seriously?"

You laugh at his disbelief. "I feel like if it were anyone else, I probably would have said no. But you aren't like anyone I've ever met Barba." He was sitting right next to you on the couch, and you took the opportunity to lean closer, hand resting on the side rest next to his thigh. 

"I've always been good at keeping my personal life separated from work. It's why I'm so efficient at my job, but lately being professional has been increasingly difficult, and you're to blame." 

It was at this point Barba realized that there were far more important things in the world than noodles. He placed down the box cautiously, eyes never leaving you.

In a matter of seconds you pounced on him. He barely had time to adjust before you were straddling him, pushing him into the couch. He groaned at the urgency you let off, sinking your hands into his dark locks. He lost count of how many times he'd imagined this scene in his head. Your lips were ten times better than any of his lucid dreams. 

You were so strong and demanding, you took what you wanted. He supposed that's what was most attractive. You weren't afraid to make the first move. His hands gripped at your waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you complied willingly, hands running over his body. Those damn suits, you could never get enough of them. No matter what he wore it always looked good on him. Color or pattern, he wore it so well. How could mere formal attire drive you completely mad.

"Rafael.." you panted out when you finally pulled back to get a breath. He was breathing just as unevenly as you were, eyes opening to meet your clouded gaze. You were a little disappointed in your lack of control, but it was sort of his fault for baiting you with his looks and words. He must have known how much you wanted him. This was so crazy. The enemies to lovers tale always sounded so cliche.

So how did you manage to get suckered into it.

"As your boss I demand that you kiss me again." 

He was smirking, and you just wanted to wipe that look right off his face. You pushed him back this time, and he looked a bit surprised when his back met the cushions, and you pinned his hands above his head. 

"I think you're confused on who has the power here." you grind your hips into him and he's a mess. He fights back the moan that's about to break free. Oh, you were going to enjoy this. "Don't move." you instructed. He couldn't do much but submit. Damn, where had you been all his life?

"I'm beginning to understand...why you're so good at your job." he huffed out. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his neck, sliding one of your hands down, you loosened the tie around his neck, pulling his collar open to get better access. When the tie was completely undone, you tossed it over the couch. One of your hands still kept his wrist bound, and Barba was stunned how much he was enjoying being dominated by you. You were leaving kisses all over his skin.

"You taste good..." Your words made him quiver in pleasure. 

"Y-You're really enjoying yourself...aren't you.."

You grinned against his flesh.

"Immensely."

When you finally came up to face him, he swallowed. That look in your eyes did wonders to his body. "Who's the boss now." you taunted. Barba licked his lips, desperate to feel your lips again. His eyes shifted to your eyes. 

"You are." It's all he could get himself to say.

"That's right." you leaned down, claiming his lips.

Your tongue invaded his mouth, and he welcomed it, determined to taste you. Your hand tightened on his wrist when he bucked into you. You moaned this time, and something in Barba snapped. He rose up, taking you with him. You squealed at the sudden action, and his hands kept a hold on your thighs, lifting you off the ground. The darken of his green eyes had you breathless. He didn't say much, just headed in the direction of his room.

Now that it's come to this you realize that you really have no control over all that you feel for him.

"For the last time I'm fine Olivia. " The cops had long cleared out the room. After a few hours of interrogation, they barely got much out of the man. He was adamant on keeping his information, even if it meant years in prison. Your gut told you that he wasn't going to be the last. There would be more attempts. Until his case was finalized this wouldn't go away. Your guess is they were trying to get rid of him before the final trail. "Listen, I don't think me being next door is going to cut it anymore. Since he refuses to go into witness protection, I'll have to do my job from here."

"Are you suggesting you'll be staying in my home." you raise a brow.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"No, I think I'd prefer it. I feel safer knowing you'll body slam anyone who walks through the door."

Olivia was smiling. "Good to see this experience has brought you both closer together. "

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah just make sure NYPD gives me a bonus. I'm missing my favorite tv show for this."

"Good to know where priorities lie." Barba said sarcastically.

Olivia placed her hand on your shoulder sending a worried look your way. " The trail is in two weeks. I'm afraid of what's going to happen. "

"Relax, I have a better idea of what I'm up against. I'll be prepared. " You know those words wouldn't completely quell all her fears, but you did have a plan. This wasn't you first assassination after all.

~~~~

"Doors are locked and there's a car outside monitoring us around the clock. It's going to feel like this for the next two weeks so you'll have to deal with a little bit of invasion on your privacy." You dropped your duffel bag on the ground, checking to make sure you had everything ready for your stay. 

"There's two officers that'll be in the room across from us now, after what happened NYPD isn't taking any chances. You should feel a little flattered Counselor. As much as you drive them crazy, they actually care about you. " 

When there was no response, you stopped turning to look at him. Barba seemed pretty out of it. "Hey, are you doing okay over there?" It was perfectly normal for victims to have a delayed response to traumatic events. This was no different. He must have just realized how close he got to being killed.

"Counselor."

"Barba." He corrected. 

"You almost took a bullet for me, I think we can drop the formalities." When his eyes finally landed on you, it caused an unusual feeling in your stomach. He walked closer, looking down at the arm you'd fallen on. In regards to care he realized you were just as stubborn as he was. He could see the little blue bruise on your elbow. 

"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. He reached over, taking your arm gently and scanning the mark. "Not really." you replied just as softly. The fact that he was touching you should have alarmed you more than it actually did. Compared to what you'd been through a simple bruise paled in comparison.

"I've had far worse. I think I'll survive a bump on my head and a little scratch."

"As headstrong as you are, you have to take care of yourself. It won't do any good to ignore injuries, even the smallest ones."

"I'll remember that doctor." you snark playfully. He finally let go of your arm with a little smile.

"Alright wonder woman. Is there anything you need? The couch isn't the most comfortable place to sleep."

"I've got it covered." You gestured to the other bag at the side of the furniture. "Just focus on closing this case, then we can both go back to our general dislike for each other." you spoke jokingly. He was still looking at you, for far too long that you would have liked.

Mainly because lately those beautiful green eyes were electing very different responses from what they'd done when you first met. You wanted to say something, or move, but his stare wouldn't permit it.

"Thank you (Y/N), truly. I'm very grateful to have you here." How did such simple words make you feel so much. You saved his life, of course he would thank you. He wasn't the first and probably wouldn't be the last. "It's not that big a deal, this is literally what I'm being paid for." you hoped the statement would help cut the tension that somehow rose in the room. "I know." this time he just wore a smile. A genuine one. Not his usually cocky grins. 

It actually makes you blush. You cleared your throat, taking a step back. 

"Well, we should probably get some sleep. I can't protect you properly with five hours of sleep. " It was already late, and right now that was the best excuse you could think of.

"You're right, we've both had quite an exciting day. I guess I'll see you in the morning." You hoped he didn't see how flustered you were. Your hands were trembling as you tried to reach in to get your pillows and covers from the bag.

"Goodnight (Y/N)." you nod, not ready to look at him. The closing of the bedroom door made you sigh in relief.

"This is bad."

"That was awesome, I can't wait to boast to all my friends. My sister is going to be so jealous." When the day came to an end, you found yourself on your way back home. Peter pulled up to your apartment. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He was genuinely relieved when you were actually having fun. He was so terrified that you'd be scared every time the gun went off. And he knew how stubborn you were, so you'd never admit it. But as the day carried on you looked like you were fine.

He enjoyed the afternoon as well. Especially the opportunity to hold your hand.

"Hey, come in, let me get you something to drink. It's the least I can do." Peter accepted the offer, stepping out of his car as you did. Both heading to your apartment. When you got to the door you pulled out your keys, opening the door. You walked in, Peter not far behind. He closed the door behind him and you shuffled over to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home." you called over your shoulder. He leaned against the back of the couch, crossing his legs and folding his arms, watching your many picture frames. When you walked back in you smirked.

"You don't have to look so official Counselor." you were just teasing.

"Maybe he just can't help it." you handed him the bottle of coke, which he took gratefully. He popped the cork open, sipping from it. You sat with him against the couch, just watching the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. You forced yourself to look away, not wanting to be caught ogling.

"I know I said this already but thank you. This was really generous." He stopped drinking, licking his lips, corking the bottle. He placed it on the couch. "It wasn't a problem. My friend is almost obsessed as you are. He was delighted to give me the tickets. He said I was finally coming to my senses and joining the real world of sport. "

"He's right." you laughed. The atmosphere around you settled, just enjoying his presence.

"Perhaps next time I can take you on a proper date." your heart skipped at his words. You blinked, wondering if he'd really just said that. He was just watching you expectantly.

"A..A date!" you sputtered. He took pleasure in staring at the flush that overcame your cheeks. He turned his body to you, and your breath hitched when his palm came up to rest on your cheek. "I've been out of the game for a while, but I believe I was being very forward about my feelings for you."

"Feelings!!" you thought. There were times where you thought he was flirting, but you chalked it up to Peter just being himself. He was a natural charmer, so you never took his advances or comments seriously. Your stunned expression must have been amusing to him. He leaned in closer, and you weren't sure if you were breathing anymore. His body was easily towering yours. Up close you could tell just how tall he was, how broad his shoulders were.

"I hope I wasn't misreading this." he stated cheekily. You blushed, his scent invading your senses in the most amazing way. You couldn't move, just stare at him. You could see everything, the longing behind his eyes.

"Stone I.."

"Peter." he corrected. You swallowed.

"Peter we.." your words trailed off when his gaze moved to your lips. You bit down on it, completely forgetting what you were going to say.

"I know you're still recovering (Y/N), physically and emotionally. But I have no problem waiting until you're ready. I'd just like you to consider it. Consider us." You weren't sure what to say. "That being said, I think I'd be more than a little jealous if I happen to catch you flirting with anyone but me." he was joking, but you could spot the truth behind his words.

His hand was still on your cheek, the warmth of his palm travelling through your body. He was so straightforward, it was a bit disarming. You weren't used to it. After Barba you did go on a few dates. Rollins said it would help get your mind off of him, help you move on. None of those dates worked out though. You felt like you couldn't be yourself with any of them. The only guy you ever truthfully voice your thoughts to was..Peter.

His thumb stroked your cheek, bringing you back to earth. Your eyes lifted, meeting his alluring green ones. You didn't know who moved first, but you were inching closer and closer to each other.

Peter dipped his head, lips meeting yours in a slow fashion. His other hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hands reached out, grabbing the material at the front of his shirt. His hands started travelling, one locking around your waist and the other pressing to the small of your back.

Your fingers finally flattened against him, appreciating the feel of his firm chest underneath.

Peter didn't try to go any further, he was kissing you so softly, lovingly. You were positive this was the most tender anyone had ever been with you. You leaned your body into him and Peter released a soft groan. You smiled into the kiss, hands reaching up into his short dark hair. A few more seconds of sweet kisses and he pulled back, partially breathless. You were somewhat the same. The both of you were grinning at each other. 

"That was nice, not bad Counselor."

"What can I say, I aim to please." His reply made you smile. His hands were still on your body, and the feel of his fingers running over your spine made you shiver pleasantly. He noticed, pulling you into a hug.

"Is that a yes to my proposal?" you sighed, enjoying the safe feeling his arms brought you.

Weeks passed since your near meltdown. Peter turned out to be a very understanding friend. That night he got you home safely. Even tucked you into bed. Neither of you brought up what happened that night, and you were grateful he didn't tell Liv about it. You weren't too keen on her being aware of your little issue. No doubt she would have sent you to some therapist. You didn't want to talk to some stranger about your love life, or lack thereof.

You saw Peter in a new light. It made you feel terrible on how badly you treated him. He was a good guy, and your shortsighted actions made you blind to that for so long. The both of you were now on better ground at least. You still weren't best friends, but you greeted him and acknowledged him a lot more than you'd done previously.

You went back to that bar on more than one occasion. And often times you spotted Peter. He'd invite you to a drink, and you'd join him. You were glad you were more like acquaintances now, rather than enemies.

Today was like any other, working the case, getting the job done. This one hit a bit too close for Liv, you could tell it was affecting her. A kid had been molested, and then murdered. The guy accused of the crime, Jason Phillips, was the main suspect, but because of a hostile witness the case was starting to get a bit rocky. This was the last day of the trail. If they couldn't convince the jury that Jason was indeed guilty, it was very likely he would get away with it.

You sat through the trail, watching the parents. You could see the despair in their eyes. With the way this case was looking, the perp was going to get away. And nothing would torture Liv more than if she couldn't get this family justice. Peter was doing good, considering the circumstances. You listened to all the arguments, eyes staring down the guy responsible for all the pain. He had a look on his face. One that made you unsettled. Halfway through the investigation you were skeptical, but now, watching his reactions to the facts being stated about the boy, you could tell. You could see it in his eyes. He was getting off on the calamity.

The trail was wrapping up. You watched as the officer took the slip from the judge, passing it to the jury. The man took it, opening the slip of paper. "We find the defendant.." you held your breath, waiting for the verdict. "Not guilty." Murmurs and yells echoed, the judge trying to get the audience under control. The look on the boy's parents, it almost broke you. His mother was crying, clutching unto her husband. 

"Order! Clear the room!" the judge bellowed. Everyone started filing out, Jason shaking his lawyer's hand. You hated this. From the look on Stone's face you could tell he was fuming. "That monster is going to walk free." He was beating himself up, but you knew he did all he could. You walked in step with him, he moved to the parents to offer apologies. "Mr. and Mrs. Charles, I'm so sorry I couldn't keep my promise to get your son justice. " Mrs. Charles offered a sympathetic smile, but her husband just pushed passed him angrily. His wife trailed behind calling out to him. When you stepped out Jason was on the other side, chatting with his lawyer.

The boy's father was faced in his direction, and there was something in his eyes, something you'd seen too many times. Before you could react he pulled out a gun. "Nobody move!!" he yelled. You stepped in front of Peter, trying to resolve the scene with minimal casualties. Despite the warning a few people scrambled.

Jason backed into a wall, and Mr. Charles stalked over. "You think you could do that to my boy and get away with it! " The only thing separating him from Jason was you and Peter. You pushed Peter out of the way, drawing your gun. Mr. Charles stopped, but he had his weapon aimed in Jason's direction.

"Listen to me Mr. Charles, this isn't what your boy would have wanted. Think about him."

Jason was quivering in the wall, only a few meters away. If Jason so much as moved you were certain Mr. Charles would pull the trigger. Cops were now circled around him. You needed to talk him down. "Look at me, look at me not him." His hands were shaking, but the rage in his eyes, that was very real.

"You don't know what it's like, that boy, he was my life. He's all we had. How am I supposed to move on. I promised him! I PROMISED THAT BOY I WOULD ALWAYS PROTECT HIM AND I WASN'T THERE!!" you tensed when his finger moved closer to the trigger.

"Come on think about this, think about your wife. She's already lost her son. Do you think she can survive losing her husband too?" He wavered for a second. You could tell you were getting through to him. "Just put the gun down okay. Please don't ruin your life. " His hand tightened on the revolver. "He was my life." his hands steadied and you panicked.

"Mr. Charles don't-" two shots fired and you grunted at the bullet that ripped through your skin. Your body hit the ground harshly, and a number of other gunshots went off around you.

"(Y/N)!!" someone called out, but you couldn't tell who it was. A face came into your view and you turned your head, Mr. Charles was down. "Hey look at me you're fine, you'll be okay." your eyes refocused, head tilting and it took you awhile to realize the man hovering over you was Peter. He was pressing his jacket suit into your abdomen. "P..eter.." you mumbled.

"Don't talk just hold on, they're getting help. " Your vision was starting to get pretty hazy.

"Figures right.. As soon..as we start to get along.." you tried to laugh, but just that made you wince. Peter was wearing a strained smile. "When you recover from this you can make it up to me." If you recovered. You took in a shaky breath, reaching your hand up. Peter took it.

"D-Don't leave me me... please.." He shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere I'm right here for you just stay awake." you wanted to, you really did, but your eyelids felt so heavy. "I'm tired Peter.."

"No, No don't fall asleep just stay up, just a little longer." he was pleading, but you couldn't help it.