warning: depictions of abuse
by myriadimagines on tumblr
"Hey, Peter." you grabbed Peter's arm and he spun around, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He put his drink down at the bar and turned around to face you fully.
"Where have you been?" he asked. "I've been trying to find you for ages."
"I, uh..." you trailed off, looking away.
"Just saw someone from the past."
"Ominous." Peter teased, but you didn't smile. He paused, and looked at you more closely. The bar was dimly lit, but he suddenly realized your right eye was slightly swollen and bruised.
Clenching his fists, he looked around. "Who gave you that black eye?"
"No one." you tried to brush it off, but Peter shook his head.
"Where are they?" Peter demanded. He knew one of your exes was abusive, and he could deduce that they were the 'someone from the past' you had run into.
"Peter, don't." you reached out to grab his hand, but Peter still scanned the bar. You reached out to touch his face, turning him towards you. "Peter, let's just leave."
"I won't let you get hurt." Peter held his face in your hands, and you gave him a small smile. He leaned over to kiss you quickly, and when he looked behind you, he saw your ex talking to someone else at another table.
Letting his hands drop from your face, he began marching over to them.
"What are you going to do?" you asked hurriedly, as Peter rushed by you. You watched as Peter turned around and walked backwards a few steps, giving you a grin.
"I'll take care of it." he winked, before turning around and grabbing your ex's shoulder.
"Wha-?" your ex spluttered, turning around, and Peter raised his fist.
"This is for y/n." he grunted, before striking your ex across the face, and the bar exploded into chaos.
