Family Fight | derekhalebhc
Peter had been walking, ignoring the dulling pain in his body from the attack, as he tried to patrol and heal. He had gone home and shwoered, covered the wound to keep dirt out while it healed and changed his clothes, burning his old ones to keep the scent out of his loft apartment. His senses were on high alert as he moved, thinking about what the woman had said when he’d provoked her. “You’re not alone, but we’ll still win.” he mumbled.












