Is It Me I'm Keeping You Safe From? (Peter YB x Reader) (CONTINUES!!!)

Threatening Debt.

The workday was coming to a close, a few more irritatingly motherly comments from her coworker TK and she'd have visibly been angry- which was rare for her. Y/N never tried or even wanted to be angry with anyone, extreme emotion would only ever wind her up crying and that was in a worst case scenario. Currently, Y/N was shuffling through the pile of unorganised items underneath the till of Dad's Damn Diner. A large black book beamed at her from the back and she unwedged it, struggling. Once she filled in the times of her work hours, including a measly fifteen minute break, she felt finally happy to return home to yet another wasted lonely night of watching tv. Waving a tempted bitterly, but otherwise polite departure to TK, leaving the back door met Y/N with a sudden shiver, mentally scolding herself for purposely leaving any other piece of clothing she may have needed at home. The presence of working street lights discouraged her from further scalding of her inability to be useful to herself, beginning the long uncomfortable walk home, making a mental note to avoid the subway.
As she walked, a couple niggling thoughts prevented her from making a pleasant stroll. Last night was the worst of all the nights she had been visited by that gang demanding her money again, she was honestly terrified to think she may have been assaulted that day. However a stranger jumped in for her. Y/N felt an unwelcoming tightening in her stomach. Did she really just leave him alone to defend himself, after he went to save her? That is if the stranger was saving her, perhaps he just had a bone to pick with them anyway. He did tell her to run however... Y/N settled on profusely thanking the stranger if ever she saw him again, albeit was honestly just happy to even be alive.
As she made her way through the streets, each pub and place that weren't closed housed more and more people. A couple parties on the street she had to weave through, and unforgivingly loud pop music. Y/N felt the need to conceal herself as much as possible, she had been quite certain everything about her appearance was men repellant, and a magnet to women's unfortunate gossip. The girls she passed sporting modern brands and somewhat slutty cocktail dresses, stepped aside for her presumably in disgust, while the men ignored Y/N entirely, as an unknowing rude insult. Going through school as a seemingly no-personality, quiet girl, successfully avoided her from mistreatment of her peers, however this resulted in no friends either. It seemed avoiding conflict all her life only brought more as she now, as an adult, couldn't handle it. As extroverted as she could come across at work it was all an act, holding real conversation was like being held at gunpoint, and was generally avoided in most situations. This left her often wondering if she could ever participate in these social masses, it must be fun, everyone's faces were lit up, people were seen to be enjoying talking and dancing. She smiled at the thought of herself ever looking pretty at a party, with a new dress and shoes that suited her, taking shots and possibly a man home for the night, which is what she assumed the women tended to do, she honestly wasn't sure.
Leaving the crowd, her new smile left with it. None of her imaginings would ever want to come true just for her, and she knew all too well she'd never step foot in any sort of night club willingly. She kept walking, the cold chill returning at once. She had really just wanted to get home as soon as possible now, any inkling of a good mood had faded indefinitely to a pitiful somber that would carry her weary feet to bed night after night.
She stopped for a moment in a shop window, tilting her head to see the reflection of her hair. Ever since she was young she'd keep it up in a pony tail. With hair only just reaching her shoulder blades, it never looked that nice to begin with, or so she thought.

A man from within stared in awe back at her from an isle in the small shop. Peter was seeing the girl he saved again. He juggled the thought of running out to say hi or waving, but he'd hate to frighten her and ended up just watching as if becoming some sort of stalker. Peter hadn't actually thought of this before now, if he never has any intention to talk to her and instead just watched her every time, he'd be pretty weird. Before he could watch any more, two large men appeared in his perephiral, just as the girl had decided to keep walking. One turned and Peter lost himself behind an isle end out of their view, they were most definitely two of the same men from last night's group. They were following her. Weight out his option he hadn't much choice but to abandon his bits of shopping in a basket between isles and scooted inconspicuously towards the door, peering out for a second as both the girl, and two men, passed the shop entirely. Peter slid out the shop, leaning on a neighbouring tree to watch them from afar. The men in question sniggered, walking side by side now almost directly behind her. Peter tensed, there were doing it on purpose, they were trying to scare her on purpose.