Heroes Never Die (Loki/Peter Perker X Reader)

1 - How 'bout Pizza

Every day feels like a battle, and I always get hurt,
I was frequently told violence was never the answer,
But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child,
I don't know how to fight, only taught how to surrender.

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Your POV

It burned as soon as her hands left my body. Over and over again it hurt. I could barely open my mouth without screaming.

"Stop stealing my fucking boyfriends, (l/n)!" The girl said as she continued to punch me. The brunette's name was Rose and her once neatly tied hair was all over the place now. The girl looked crazy. A pair of blue eyes pierced my own. I could've sworn they were on fire. The anger didn't make her any weaker either.

That bullshit about me stealing her boyfriend was crazy. I couldn't even get friends, even less a boyfriend. Though that didn't bother me, I'd much rather be alone.

But somehow, I did attract others, they'd approach me, but leave when we started talking. I never knew why, which lead me to be very quiet, well at least around new people.

Another punch made its way to my stomach, taking my breath away from me. As I gasped for air Rose pushed me against the cold brick wall.

She looked at me with murder in her eyes. "Next time, I won't stop, if you want mercy, kill yourself."

Considering her eyes, she didn't lie. Nothing could stop her next time. And next time would be very soon.

With a scoff, she released me from her grip, letting me fall to the ground with a wince.

She left, walking away ever so gracefully, light on her feet. I sat alone as tears stung my bruised cheeks.

I gathered my strength and stood up. I took a step forward, only to once again sink to the freezing floor.

"Fuck." There was a striking pain in my ankle. It must've happened when she threw me in here. "Well, this was inconvenient." I laughed slightly, leaning back. "Ow..."

I picked my phone up from the ground where it had fallen out earlier, the screen, cracked. "Ah... of course."

The buttons worked, so did the screen, luckily. A few buttons later and I was calling Dr Marcel, my guardian. My parents died a couple of years ago, and let's not talk about my other relatives.

"Hello?" Dr Marcel answered he sounded worried. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, uhh well."

"You got beat up again, didn't you?" There was a slight hint of amusement in his voice, this was after all almost a daily thing.

"Maybe..."

"Where are you?"

"At Gabriel's Street."

"Right, be right there..."

"Bye."

"Stay... bye."

With a sigh, I ended the call. I looked at the clock on my phone, 6:34 PM.

As a distraction, I figured out when Marcel was going to arrive. 6:40 PM.

It was a little perk of mine, knowing things before they happened.

I closed my eyes, the cold breeze blowing in my hair. A sigh escaped my mouth. That's when I felt this sting in my arm, a pain. But when I opened my eyes, I was alone. Immediately I looked at my arm. There were holes in my bloody shirt, but there was no bruise.