CH-12. Peter’s Resolve

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Hearing Peter's words, the girls were left in shock. It was clear from the serious expression on his face that he was speaking the truth, and they could all feel the weight of his words.

"But why?" Gwen asked, her voice laced with confusion, as she moved closer to Peter. Gently, she reached out and touched his hand, seeking some form of reassurance. Liz and Mary, both with worried expressions, mirrored Gwen's actions, both holding his other hand.

"Haah!" Peter sighed, a deep, almost resigned sound escaping him, "Girls, the world is not as kind as you all think." He glanced down at their hands, feeling their concern, but his voice remained firm, "If I were to spare my enemies, there will come a day when they'll target those closest to me. I can't allow that to happen. I won't let someone harm the ones I love."

His mind flashed back to his past life—memories of a mistake, one that cost him a dear friend. After losing that friend, Peter stopped hesitating. He stopped showing mercy, vowing never again to let his compassion lead to someone else's death. From then on he killed his enemies without hesitation.

Since he got a new life, in this one he will from the starting be more cautious and will not spare his enemies. This was the first reason and the second was because of his system.

Since only by killing his enemies he will get rewards, so it was necessary to kill, not because he likes killing his enemies.

Gwen, despite understanding what he was saying, still felt conflicted. She stepped closer, almost pleading, "But still, Peter... isn't there another way?"

Peter gently pulled his hand from hers and placed it on her shoulder, "No, Gwen." His voice was steady, unwavering, "I know what you're thinking—that the world will judge me. Some will praise me for taking out the bad guys, but others will call me a monster, a bloodthirsty killer."

Peter paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the room. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at Gwen and then at Liz and Mary, "But none of that matters to me. What matters is the safety of those I care about."

He reached out, pulling all three girls close to him, "What matters to me now are May and you three. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you all, even if I have to fight against all of mankind. I'll fight to the bitter end to keep you all safe." His voice was filled with pure love and an unshakeable resolve. The honesty in every word he spoke was undeniable.

"Peter~" Gwen whispered softly, tears forming in her eyes.

"Love~" Liz added, her voice breaking with emotion.

"Darling~" Mary said, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

One by one, they each embraced Peter. Their tears mixed with their smiles, as the girls realized the depth of his love for them. It was a love so strong, so boundless, that he was willing to take on the world if it meant keeping them safe. And they knew, without a doubt, that he wasn't joking. Peter was completely serious.

After a few minutes of holding each other, Peter and the girls pulled apart, each sitting down on the bed, forming a small circle. Peter sat in the center, with Gwen on his right holding his hand, Liz on his left with her hand in his, and Mary behind him, hugging his neck from the back.

Seeing them all smile made Peter's heart swell. He couldn't help but smile back at them.

"So, love." Liz began, still holding his left hand, "When are you going to train us?"

"Yes." Mary chimed in, her voice playful, "And what about our suits? I want one just like yours."

Gwen, who had been quietly listening, remained silent for a moment as the questions she wanted to ask were already asked by Liz and Mary, so now she decided to stay quiet, waiting for Peter's answer.

Peter chuckled softly, nodding, "You three will get your suits by tomorrow evening. And as for training, we'll be heading out tonight. Fighting real enemies is far more effective than doing indoor training. Plus, with your superpowers, you can easily take down any normal human."

Mary's face lit up with relief as she replied, "Phew! I thought we'd be stuck doing those old-fashioned, boring trainings."

"Yeah, I agree with Mary." Liz added, a playful smile on her face.

Gwen, who had been silent up until now, glanced at her watch and stood up, "I have to go, guys."

Liz tilted her head, puzzled, "Huh? Where?" she asked, her tone curious. Mary mirrored her expression. Only Peter seemed to know where she was headed.

"I told you before." Gwen said, "I'm helping Dr. Connors with one of his research." She smiled softly at Peter before heading for the door.

"Oh! Right." Mary said, recalling Gwen's mention of it earlier, "Good luck!"

"Oh, go ahead. We'll catch up later after having some fun with Peter~" Liz teased, running her delicate fingers along Peter's chest with a mischievous grin.

Gwen rolled her eyes but felt a pang of regret. She'd been hoping to spend more time with Peter, but now she was running late.

Peter, sensing her frustration, stepped forward. He gently pulled her back to him, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, "Don't worry, Gwen. Since May will be home soon, I'll be sending them back after you leave."

The kiss, so gentle and full of care, gave Gwen a rush of warmth and energy, lifting her spirits. She smiled at Peter, feeling better than she had in a long time.

"Okay." She said softly, turning toward the door. Before leaving, she gave Liz a teasing wink, "See you later, Liz." She said with a smile.

Liz, though, just turned her head, pouting, "Humph~" She huffed in mock annoyance.

Before she left, Peter informed her, "Let's meet tonight at that abandoned building."

"Okay, bye."

After Gwen left, Peter, Liz, and Mary spent some time together—mostly sharing kisses and enjoying each other's company. But soon enough, the two girls also left, heading home after their brief but intimate time together.

Meanwhile...

In an undisclosed location, a woman with striking red hair, a curvaceous figure clad in a sleek black suit, was surrounded by five men.

"Kill her!" Shouted one of the men, who appeared to be the leader, sitting back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.

Without hesitation, the five men lunged toward the woman, each of them intent on ending her life. However, unbeknownst to them, the woman they were targeting was none other than Natasha Romanoff AKA Black Widow, one of the top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The dimly lit room hummed with the sound of flickering fluorescent lights. Natasha stood in the center of the abandoned warehouse, her fiery red hair tied back in a tight braid, her black tactical suit blending into the shadows. She faced five burly men, each towering over her and grinning menacingly, their knuckles cracking in anticipation.

"You picked the wrong opponent." Natasha quipped, her tone dripping with icy confidence.

The largest of the men lunged first, aiming a ham-sized fist at her face. Natasha sidestepped with effortless grace, catching his wrist mid-punch. In one fluid motion, she twisted his arm, pivoted, and delivered a sharp elbow strike to his ribs.

Crack!

"ARGHHH!"

The dull crack echoing through the room. The man groaned, clutching his side as he stumbled backward.

The second man rushed her, attempting a clumsy bear hug. Natasha dropped into a low stance, driving her palm upward into his chin with such force that his head snapped back. Before he could recover, she hooked her leg behind his knee, sweeping him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, gasping for air as she leapt over his prone body to face the remaining three.

One of them—a wiry, tattooed man with quick reflexes—threw a roundhouse kick aimed at her head. Natasha ducked just in time, the air whistling above her. She seized his leg mid-swing and spun him off balance, hurling him into a nearby stack of crates. The wood splintered on impact, and he lay motionless amidst the debris.

The fourth man, evidently more cautious, circled her with calculated steps, his fists raised. Natasha feigned a retreat, baiting him closer. When he finally committed to a jab, she caught his arm, twisted it behind his back, and delivered a punishing knee strike to his kidney. His breath hitched as he dropped to his knees, and Natasha spun around him, using his shoulder as leverage to vault herself toward the last man.

This one was different—stocky, experienced, and wary of her tactics. He raised his arms in a defensive stance, keeping his distance. Natasha smirked.

"Smart. But not smart enough."

She darted forward, her movements a blur. He threw a punch, but she blocked it with her forearm, using the momentum to spin and deliver a brutal spinning back kick to his chest. He staggered but remained standing, his face twisted in frustration. He charged, hoping to grapple her, but Natasha anticipated it. She ducked under his arms, slid behind him, and locked her legs around his neck in a deadly scissor hold.

With a twist of her hips and a powerful squeeze, she sent him crashing to the floor, unconscious.

The room fell silent except for Natasha's measured breaths. She stood amidst the fallen men, brushing dust off her suit.

"Now it's your turn." She said looking at the boss.

"W-Wait, we can talk!" The boss said with a scared look.