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Both lads were arguing about your safety and Roman refused to walk away until he knew you'd be safe with Peter.
"I need you to look after Y/N." "What, dude I'm coming with you." "'Not anymore you're not." He growled. "You're looking after Y/N."
"What are you two on about?" You wandered in, a black vest on, with black jeans on. You'd retrieved a crossbow from some old storage of your parents house. It sat loosely on your back.
"Well shee - it." The boys chorused. You smiled and took the crossbow from your back. "Where do we start." "You are not coming with us." Roman instructed. "Well I'm not staying here with her. I say she comes..." Peter muttered. You looked at him and cocked your head to one side. "I agree..." You smirked.
