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Peter when he finds you his second daughter after years of thinking you were dead.
Peter wasn't bothered by the smell of blood, this is Peter after all. But the scent was getting closer. It was a scent that Peter thought he'd never smell again.
He quickly hurried up until the scent was under his nose. He squinted his eyes at the small, huddled figure in the dark. He gripped the bar so hard his hand turned white and the bar shuddered. Bright eyes snapped up to meet his, Peter ripped the door off of its hinges. He walked slowly towards her praying that it won't be a sick dream that he'll wake up from and feel even more empty than he already does.
"D-Dad? Is it really you?" The voice of his daughter who Peter thought was dead.
"Yeah it's me babygirl, it's me." He said. She got up and ran before letting out a scream that echoed and made Peter wince. Anger flared through him as he stared at the shackle that was bound tightly around her ankle, dried blood splattered it. Peter, tore it apart and carried her bride style
"Do you mind if I call you dad?"
"Well I am your dad so I don't see a problem with it." He ran his fingers through your hair "Go to sleep. It must've been awhile since you had a goodnight sleep."
"Yeah it was." You said as he carries you out of the place you've called home for twelve years.
