#violent peter

“I think I'm fine.” Peter shifted as well as he could with his arms tied to his sides and wrists handcuffed behind him. “Just sore, I think. Who came after us? Have you seen anyone yet?”

“I don't know who's behind this.” Wade shook his head.” Last thing I remember is watching them drag you away, I must have blacked out before they got to me. And we've been sitting here for a while. Camera in the corner, they must be waiting for you to wake up or something, I don't know.”

“Are you okay?” Wade was covered in blood, but Peter couldn't see any open wounds. “Is all that blood yours?” He was worried, even knowing the Alpha could heal from probably anything.

“Everything that broke is already fixed.” Wade replied and flexed his big arms, testing his ropes. “Pretty sure I punctured a lung, but breathing got a lot easier about half an hour ago so I think I'm fine again. We need to get the hell out of here, though. Right away.”

“Oh, that's not happening.” A door behind Peter swung open and someone new joined them. Wade's head jerked up, his eyes coloring red as they narrowed in anger.

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Oh that doesn't matter.” The man came to a stop right behind Peter, and Wade watched his omega tense uncomfortably. “You don't really care what my name is and this little snack--” he placed a long thin hand on Peter's shoulder. “--won't be alive long enough to remember, so why bother with introductions? In fact, you can just call me sir.” He bent down to Peter's ear, lips brushing against skin as he spoke. “Let's hear you say ‘yes sir’ omega.”

“Don't touch him.” Wade growled and Peter closed his eyes, trying to will his Alpha to stay calm until they knew what was going on.

“You know, Wilson.” The man stood back up, leaving his hand on Peter's shoulder. “I have to say I was more than a little surprised to hear that you had shown back up on the radar. In fact, I thought after that last botched job that the professor and his silly group of mutants had tracked you down and converted you. But I never expected to find out you were just playing house with a little thing like this. That was ingenious… I mean, really, kudos on keeping such a low profile. How did you hide your fucked up face from the rest of the world though? And for that matter,” the man leaned close again and flicked his tongue against Peter's ear. “What's a pretty little omega like you doing with him?”

Peter refused to even flinch, even as he got a noseful of fake Alpha and wanted to be sick. The man smelled almost rancid, a sure indicator of extensive drug use, but also a sign of an artificial alpha-- one that was the result of experiments and injections to rewrite his biology. Who is this guy?

Half a dozen armed guards came through the same door, walking around to stand behind Wade, guns ready.

“Now then.” The man left Peter's side and headed towards Wade, and Peter finally got a good look at him.

He didn't look like… anything. Not anything special anyway. Just an average guy in an average suit backed up by a whole lot of muscle with guns. A natural beta, judging by his build, but just reeking of artificial alpha hormones, and his eyes seemed like they were maybe permanently tinted red as a result of the hormones coursing through him.

“Now, I don't have anything personal against you Wade. Not really. I mean you're an asshole, but most of us are.” He said conversationally. “But someone out there wants you gone and is offering a bunch of money and isn't that just the nature of our work?”

“You're a merc?” Wade looked him over with a sneer. “Don't look like anything special to me. I can smell the fake Alpha in you, didn't know they let lab rats carry guns these days.”

The man seemed to flinch a little, then drew himself up even taller.   “Yes, well, not all of us are born the correct sub gender are we? And I might not look like anything in particular, but at least I blend in with the crowd. I have to admire your bravery though, it can't be easy to have such a distinctive look, can it? I think you've cornered the market on looking special. But whether my Alpha is chemically engineered or not--” he leaned closer to Wade-- “it's not gonna stop me from tearing your little bitch apart as soon as I'm done with you.”

Peter growled a little and the man turned back to him with an amused expression. “Did the omega have something to say? What a darling little growl that was.”

The mercenary smirked in amusement. “Honestly, omega, what are you doing with Wilson? Little minx, aren't you? Too bad I only get paid if I bring your body in for proof that I killed you.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully for a minute before smiling terribly. “It's a good thing it might take me a week to kill you, then isn't it? I'd hate for all that moxy of yours to go to waste.”

He held out his hand, and one of the guards handed him a long knife.

“Now Wade, word has it that you can't die. I mean, I have heard just astonishing stories of you coming back from fires and bullet wounds and all sorts of things. Is that true?”

“So far.” Wade replied, watching him uneasily. “Haven't found anything yet that could put me down.”

“And you've tried, haven't you?” The mercenary sent a triumphant glance over his shoulder at Peter. “Did you know he makes a habit of taking his life? I heard once he jumped off a building in front of a crowd of people just to see if it would kill him. Do you still hear voices, Wilson? Or did you put enough bullets through your skull you managed to get rid of them?”

Wade didn't answer, just clenched his jaw and looked away. Peter was staring at him with something like shock on his face, but then he straightened up a little and sent only empathy compassion love towards his Alpha, knowing their captor wouldn't pick up on. Betas couldn't read the pheromones and vibes that Alphas and Omegas could, and he knew when Wade's shoulders relaxed that the Alpha had felt him. Because it didn't matter anymore--what Wade used to do. Not anymore.

“But you still bleed don't you?” The mercenary pressed, when Wade stayed silent. “Still feel quite a bit of pain? For example if I were to stab you here--”

Wade's eyes widened and he shouted for Peter to look away just as the man drove the blade deep into his thigh.

Peter wasn't sure who screamed louder, him or Wade, but he couldn't look away, not when his Alpha was being hurt.

“Did that hurt?” The mercenary actually smiled down at him. “I wasn't told I had to bring back your body at all. So this could get fun. I bet I'd have to cut you into pieces before you stopped healing, huh?”

“Remember, Pete.” Wade called. “He can't kill me baby boy. He can hurt me but I'll heal. I'm fine. Just don't watch. Look away baby. Close your eyes, it's going to be fine.”

“Wade.” Peter choked out, and wanted to scream again when the mercenary pulled another blade and stabbed his Alpha in the chest, twisting the knife into his heart until blood was pouring from the wound.

“You know, I can smell how close to heat your omega is.” He said mildly, as if he wasn't standing in a puddle of Wade's blood. “I figure he's a week out at the most and I know stress makes that sort of thing happen faster. I wonder if I could get him worked up enough to drop into a heat right here in front of you? Wouldn't that be fun? And of course, as an Alpha I'd have to help the poor defenseless omega out, wouldn't I? Really it's the right thing to do. Omegas are so vulnerable when they are ass up begging for a knot.”

Wade roared and strained at his ropes and the mercenary threw back his head and laughed. “Would you like to watch? You're a kinky little prick, aren't you? That seems like it would be right up your alley.”

“Enough!” Peter yelled, and the guy laughed again.

“Don't you know omegas are to be seen and not heard? Has Wade just let you run around disrespecting Alphas all day? That's a real shame. Quiet omegas are so much better.” He said, and smiled at Peter through clenched teeth. “So why don't you sit there quietly and maybe I'll teach you something new?”

He reached out and ripped the knife from Wade's leg, putting it up to the Alpha’s neck instead. “Have you ever watched someone bleed out, omega? It can take a really long time if you learn exactly where to cut. Of course, this ugly bastard has that ridiculous healing factor, so it might take him days, if it ever works at all. Should we try?”

He forced Wade's head back, pressing the sharp edge to his throat.

“I'll be fine, baby.” Wade repeated firmly, but when he swallowed, the blade caught on his Adam's apple, and a thin ribbon of red appeared. “Look away, Pete.”

“I said enough.”

The mercenary turned in annoyance, ready to order the omega taken from the room but stopped short.

Peter rolled his neck, shifted his weight, and tore the ropes and chair apart when he stood to his feet in one smooth motion. A quick jerk of his wrists and the handcuffs went flying.

“What the shit?” Wade's eyes bugged out and he forgot all about the blade at his throat when his jaw dropped. “Peter what the fuck--”

Peter was already moving, webs shooting from his wrists as he ripped guns away from the guards, running and leaping into the air, wrapping his legs around the biggest guys neck and taking him to the ground. The man struggled for all of fifteen seconds until Peter tightened his legs and jerked hard and the man neck broke with a sickening pop.  

A hard kick had another guard denting the wall behind him, his head splitting open, and when a third pulled a knife, Peter actually laughed at him, swiping it out of his hand before plastering the guard to a wall with a pile of webbing over his face and let him hang there, kicking and thrashing and clawing at his face as he slowly suffocated.

Two rushed him at the same time, and with an impossibly fast tuck and roll, Peter ducked under one's legs and used him as a battering ram to slam into the fifth guy. They ended up motionless in a heap on the floor.

“Pete!” Wade yelled when the last guard pulled a pistol and Peter froze, halfway into a crouch, then he just smiled, slowly, eerily, and beckoned towards the guard.

“Come on. Shoot me. Do it. .”

The guard fired, and Peter jerked to the left and raised his eyebrow.

“What the hell? You missed. Try again. I dare you.”

Another shot, and this time Peter bent over backwards, his head nearly grazing the ground as the bullet passed over him. He straightened with a smirk.

“You are the worst at this. Considering your life is on the line maybe you aim a little better huh?”

The henchmen's hand was shaking now and Peter tsked. “You'll never hit me with a shaky hand. My hands though--” he was careening towards the guard, taking him out at the knees and knocking him out cold when his head bounced off the concrete floor. “Always steady. See that?” He waved his hands in front of the unconscious man's face. “Steady as a rock.”

“I'm gonna take his head off, omega.”

Peter's head jerked around when the mercenary spoke, taking in Wade still tied up, the blade drawing blood as it was scraped over his skin.

“You know, Weasel said you were dangerous, but I thought he was exaggerating. Apparently he wasn't.” The man's eyes narrowed hatefully. “What the hell are you? Are you one of Xavier's freaks?”

“I don't know an Xavier.” Peter said, with a smile, and kicked at the guard at his feet, sending him sliding towards the wall. “But I know I'm stronger than you. Faster than you. Better than you.” He stopped smiling and his voice dropped. “So back. The fuck. Away.”

“Or what?” The merc sneered. “If you were serious about killing me you would have broken those ropes right when I walked in. But you didn't. Not even when I hurt this piece of shit. You just sat there. And you know what tells me? Even with all that freaky shit you have going on, you aren't going to kill me. Willing to kill some nameless guards but not the head honcho. All you want is your ugly ass Alpha and to leave peacefully, right? You're one of those mutants that only uses your powers for good? A freak omega for a fucked up Alpha?

“What did you say?” Peter twitched a little and the man just scoffed. “What was that about my Alpha?”

“I said you just want to take this gross looking mother fucker and just--mmmph!!”

Peter shot a web at his mouth to shut him up, then wrapped another around his waist and pulled hard, slamming the man into the ground and dragging him to lay at Peter's feet.

“I don't like when people talk badly about my Alpha.” He said softly so softly that Wade had to strain to hear him. “And I really don't like when people assume that just because I'm an omega I'm helpless or frightened or weak or anyone's bitch.”

The man struggled desperately, and Peter placed his hand on his collarbone and squeezed a little. “Do you know how much pressure it take to snap someone collarbone? Just seven little pounds of pressure. Practically nothing.”

His hand closed into a fist and the mercenary started screaming through the webbing-gag as his collarbone splintered between Peter's fingers. “See how easy that was? Hey hey hey your screaming is really distracting, just be quiet, I'm trying to teach you something.”

He wrapped his slim fingers around the man's throat and rubbed his Adam's apple with his thumb. “They say only about eight pounds to snap a neck. But then I heard that you can crush someone's throat with the same amount of pressure you can use to crush a soda can. Have you heard that?” He was talking softly, almost absentmindedly, staring into the mercenary's eyes. “I crushed a car one time. Punched through the roof to get to someone and the whole thing just folded like an accordion. I could do that to you. But I think I'd rather feel your bones break one by one.”

“Peter no!” Wade shouted. “Don't! Don't kill him. Back off Pete! You cant do this!”

“Try and stop me.” Peter hadn't taken his eyes off the shaking man on the ground. “He tried to kill us, Wade. He blew up our home. Kidnapped us. Hurt you. I'm going to tear him to pieces, then I'm going to find that fucker Weasel and snap his neck. I am tired of people taking what's mine and ruining my life.”

“Peter. We can talk later about all of...this. But you won't be able to keep going if you kill him, baby boy, you won't. You've seen what killing does to me, imagine what it will do to you. Peter, please. Please.” Wade was begging with him, tearing at his ropes trying to get free to drag Peter away. “Come on baby you don't want this.”

“Oh no, I definitely want it. He was going to keep me as a plaything for a week. Did you hear him say that, Wade? Because I definitely did.” Peter bared his teeth in a snarl. “I'm going to kill him with my bare hands for that little comment. I could tear him apart without even breaking a sweat.” He crouched low next to the mercenary who was shaking his head frantically

“You know what the worst thing is about guys like you? You're all jacked on fake hormones and steroids and think it makes you big and bad but the moment the tables turn you're pissing your pants in fear.” Peter stared down at him. “I've spent years putting guys like you behind bars and I think maybe, just maybe, it's time to try something a little different. I think maybe I'll start with you. I think it might take me a week. How's that sound?”

“Look at me, Pete. Omega! Look at me now.” Wade growled the command, pushing as much Alpha as he could into it. He couldn't hear everything Peter was saying but he knew if he couldn't stop things that Peter would kill the guy, and even though it could be justified, it would destroy Peter when he came down and realized what he'd done.

So Wade dropped his voice and projected as much submit, omega, obey into the air as he could and repeated. “Look at me now, Omega.” and it worked. The omega shuddered a little and looked up at him, fingers twitching, eyes a little wild, chest heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“You'll never come back from this moment, Peter.” Wade said firmly. “Not ever. Do not be this person. You're better than this.”

“Wade you killed all those men who came after us. How is this any different?”

“It fucked me up for weeks!” Wade argued. “It nearly cost me you. I'm not gonna let you do it. Get your ass over here, omega. Back the fuck off of him. Those guards… okay you know they had guns and were a danger to you, to us. This guy isn't. All he had was a knife and he doesn't have it any more. Peter this isn't self defense, this is murder and you have to back off now. Come to me right now.”

Peter visibly struggled for a moment, conflicting emotions flashing across his face, but finally he took a step away, and then another, until he was standing in front of his Alpha, nearly vibrating with anger.

“I know.” Wade soothed him. “I know okay? But it's better like this. Better for us. Just um, use some of those shocking muscles and get me out of these, okay? And then we're gonna leave.”

Peter just nodded, and placed a hand on each arm of the chair and gave a quick jerk. The chair, the rope, and both sets of handcuffs split right down the middle and Wade stood to his feet with an impressed grunt, brushing the bits of rope off himself.

“Let's just go, baby. Not worth it alright? Not worth what it will do to you. Let's just go.”

Peter still wasn't talking, waves of angry, frustrated, furious pouring from him so Wade put his hand on the small of his back and steered him towards the door.

“Wilson!” The mercenary on the floor shouted, finally having ripped the webs off his mouth. “This isn't over! You and your freaky omega are dead! You should have let him kill me because I am never gonna--”

Wade reached into his boot and whipped around, a small knife slicing through the air and embedding itself in the man's throat.

A shudder went through Peter's body when the man hit the floor with a thud, and Wade reached out for him, trying to hold him. But Peter slapped his hand away and walked out the door.

Wade couldn't do anything else but follow.

“I want you.” Wade took his lips in a long kiss. “Want you, Pete. Can't wait until we can bond. Can't wait for your next heat.” Want you, need you, mine.

“We don't have to wait for a heat to be together.” Peter argued as soon as Wade let him up for a breath. “We just wanted to wait until we knew the danger was over, and until we were both sure about this, about us. Are you sure about us, Wade?”

“So sure, baby boy, you know that. You don't have to ask, not ever.” Wade drew him into a tight hug, pressing little kisses into his hair, across his forehead. “Not ever, Pete. I'm yours.” He knew he didn't have to remind the kid, not once had the vibes from Pete changed from yours, love, want you, my alpha and he smiled, knowing Pete knew without a doubt how Wade felt.

“And I'm yours. So what are we waiting for?” the omega teased, and Wade growled and bit at Peter's completely yummy bottom lip.

“If only there wasn't a customer waiting in the shop, I'd take you right here. Would you like that, honey? You want to know how good this could be between us? Do you know how hard these last few weeks have been? Wanting to be all over you and trying to keep it to just some snuggles and scenting you when we hug? Laying next to you all night and telling myself not to get between your legs? Trying to keep myself calm when all I want to be is sliding deep inside you and making you scream for me. ” Wade's voice dropped into something dark and wicked, and Peter’s knees gave out just like that.  

Wade's arms snapped around him to keep him up, and he laughed quietly at the trembling mess of omega he was now holding.  

“Alpha.” Peter was purring, whining, rubbing his body up against Wade's. “Please. Forget the customer. Lock the door.” Take me alpha, claim me, need you.

“Sorry Pete.” Wade set him up on the desk carefully and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Customer is waiting. Someone’s got to make the money around here.”

The Alpha stepped away and adjusted his pants with a wince, and Peter's jaw dropped.

“Are you-- you’re joking. Wade, you are not going to leave me here like this. Wade!”

But the big man was already out the door, guffawing at the top of his lungs and Peter swore and threw anything he could reach at his back.

Fuck. Fuck that fucking Alpha. Peter lay back on the desk, one arm flung over his eyes, still breathing hard, still in complete disbelief that Wade had walked away.

It had been just under two weeks since they had made up, since their first night together, and that hadn't even been real sex. So hot, and yes, satisfying, but not real. And Peter was dying.

Because now they slept next to each other every night, with Wade wrapped around Peter's smaller frame, and kissed every chance they got, and Wade would happily spend hours on the couch licking and nibbling and scenting all over Peter's neck, but the Alpha pulled away every single time if things got too heated. When Peter had snapped and growled at the Alpha in frustration this last time, Wade had just grinned and shook his head and told him they should wait until they were absolutely sure. Then he had swept Peter into his arms and carried him up the stairs, telling him in a soft voice that once they crossed that line, Wade was never giving him up, not now that they had found each other.

So Peter waited. And waited. But fuck he was twenty two, and an omega who had already waited months to be with his Alpha and it got more difficult to wait every single day and he was one good makeout session from webbing Wade to the bed and taking what he wanted. 

Because Wade was a complete, raging asshole, who apparently had the self control of a saint and the sense of humour of a demon because he took just an obscene amount of pleasure in leaving Peter wanting.

He blew out a deep breath and forced himself to sit up, because laying on the desk wishing Wade hadn't stopped wasn't going to help anything. And if Peter actually went out and helped with the customer maybe they could get back to doing other things.

Naked things. Peter thought and then had to laugh because man was Wade wearing off on him.

He got up and straightened his clothes and headed out the office door but--wait--

Danger, danger, run alpha run.

The odd tingly feeling he had dubbed his ‘spidey sense’ swept over him and he frowned. It never went off anymore, in fact even when that man had been watching them at the grocery story so many weeks ago, it hadn't gone off because Peter had known whatever happened, Wade could handle it, even before he knew about Wade's past and his mutation.

In fact, Peter was shocked to suddenly realize that his spidey-sense hadn't gone off once since he'd moved in above the shop, because he knew he could trust Wade from the beginning.

The thought made him smile, and then panic, because if it was happening now, Wade must be in danger.

Peter bolted from the office, scanning the garage for the Alpha, and shoved open the door to the outside.

There.

Wade was fine, apparently, standing with his arms folded, legs spread, staring at a smaller built man who had his hands shoved nervously into the pockets of a dirty hoodie.

That guy set off my spidey sense? The fuck? He's just a beta.

Peter walked across the drive cautiously, and Wade turned to him, holding out his hand for Peter to take as he got closer. Peter took it without hesitating, without questioning it, even though Wade had never held his hand in public ever.

“This is Weasel.” Wade said in a tone just slightly above a sneer. “We go way back.”

“Yeah.” Weasel pushed thick glasses up his nose. “Like back before the whole hamburger face thing.” He stuck out his hand for Peter to shake, but Wade growled a little, so Peter stayed where he was, firmly tucked against his side. “Come on, Wade, let the boy off his leash long enough to be nice. We're practically brothers.”

“I wouldn't say that.” Wade set his jaw stubbornly. “Weasel here says he came looking to make sure I was okay. Apparently word of the hit made it back to that shit hole he calls a bar.”

“Easy man.” Weasel held his hands up peacefully. “I just couldn't imagine you living this kind of life so I came to see. And look at you, all domestic with a little omega by your side. He's cute, by the way. Is Wade here keeping you against your will?” Weasel winked at Peter. “You can tell me, it's fine.”

Peter still didn't answer, still seething over the hamburger face comment, but trying to act neutral. When Wade squeezed his hand Peter knew he wasn't doing a great job of keeping the angry, unsure quiet so he took a steadying breath to calm himself down.

“So how did you find out where I was, if word of a hit out on me just barely reached you?” Wade asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Ah come on, man, you know I have my ways. Easy enough to track down a guy who looks like you. Thought maybe you'd be happy to see me.”

“I would have been happy to see you five or six years ago.” Wade snapped and turned back to the shop, pulling Peter after him. “Don't show up here again, you piece of shit.”

“There's more coming, Wade.” Weasel called, and Wade stopped. “They know who you are. They know where you are. Now they know about your omega. This is only gonna happen again. People have been asking questions!”

“Have you been giving them answers?” Wade asked, and Peter was actually nervous, feeling the danger, anger, fury coming from his Alpha. “Weasel.” Wade turned back to the suddenly quiet man. “When these people ask, have you been giving them answers?”

“Hey man. People come to bartenders for advice. It's just the nature of the business.” Weasel said and Wade's eyes shot to red so quickly Peter could physically feel the change as the Alpha roared to the surface.

“You son of a--” Wade took two steps forward, fists clenched, ready to pound his ex best friend into the ground but stopped short when Peter grabbed his arm.

“Don't.” His omega whispered, and Wade through for a split second how ridiculous it was that the omegas emotional pull over him was so strong it actually felt like Peter was holding him back with just his hand. Which was...crazy of course, but Wade could have sworn the kid had forced him to stop. But that was crazy… wasn't it?

“We don't need any more attention, Wade.” Peter's grip loosened the second Wade stopped walking and he dropped his hand.

“Weasel.” Wade said without taking his eyes off Peter. “The only reason you're not in pieces right now is because my omega appeals to my better half. So maybe you should take it as a miracle and get the fuck off my property.”

“You can't win this one, Wade.” Weasel retorted. “And that pretty little piece of ass is gonna pay the price.”

Peter's hand came up against Wade's chest in warning again, and Alpha growled but didn't go after the loud mouthed Beta. “Home.” Peter said firmly. “Shower. I'm gonna lock up the shop and come home too.”

Wade's eyes were still burning red, but he turned on his heel and stalked away.

Weasel had the common sense to wait until Wade had disappeared into the house before speaking again. “Man, you've got him just jumping through hoops for you, don't you? Impressive. But he's always been a sucker for a good lay.”

Peter just cocked his head and studied Weasel for a minute. “Can I ask you a few things about Wade?” He asked slowly. “I don't know him all that well, and I feel like you do. And obviously there's something going on here that Wade hasn't told me. And if you've known him so long--”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. You wanna talk here? Or I can meet you in town later?

“No.” Pete shook his head slowly, thinking. “No, um, pull your car kind of around the back here, there's a back entrance to the shop. Can't see it from the house at all.”

“Sure thing, kid.” Weasel hopped back in his jeep and took off, spinning out of the driveway in a cloud of dust.

Peter went back to the shop and started locking up, gathering tools, making sure the safe was secure, and closing the office door. Then he went out the back door to wait.

Within five minutes, the jeep reappeared, going much slower to avoid notice, and Weasel put it in park, rolling down his window and motioning Peter over.

“Are you alright, kid? You look real young, are you even old enough to be with Wade? He's not really the best guy out there, and I can get you out of here if----whoa what the fuck?!!”

Peter reached out with one hand and bodily dragged the man out the open window and onto the ground.

“What the hell are you--shit!!” Weasel tried to yell, but Peter grabbed him around the neck and squeezed hard, lifting him clear off the ground and slamming him into the garage back wall. “Holy fuck.” He wheezed, clawing at his throat, staring down at Peter in terror as his air supply was slowly cut off.

“I don't know you.” Peter said softly. “And I don't know how the hell you found us, or why you thought it was okay to show up and try to talk to my Alpha that way.” He tightened his fingers, pushed Weasel higher up the wall until his feet dangled a couple feet off the ground. “But it. Was. A bad idea.” His lips curled in a snarl when Weasel tried to kick him. “Why don't you run along back to whatever hole you crawled out of and the next time people come asking about us, you tell them that Wade has an omega that's just as dangerous as he is. In fact,” he bared his teeth in a smile. “I might even be more dangerous than Wade is. But I promise you don't want to be around to find out.”

Without releasing his grip on the man's throat, getting an odd sense of satisfaction watching that pasty skin tint blue, Peter turned and tossed him through the air, not even flinching when Weasel smacked into the side of the jeep and crumpled to the ground.

“Get the fuck out of here.” He snapped, and Weasel was scrambling to his feet to try and get in his vehicle. “And Weasel.” Peter sneered the name and the guy looked up, still rubbing his throat, still gasping, trying to get his breath back. “You come back here again, come to my home again and I will snap your scrawny fucking neck. Try it and see.”

When the dust finally settled, after Weasel had fled, Peter took a few calming breaths and looked down at his shaking hands, flexing his fingers curiously.

He had no idea where all that had come from.

But he had liked it.