(modern+muggle+assassin AU)

Peter never thought he'd be one to kill, but then all his friends joined some organization that paid people to kill other people, and they threatened to kill him if he didn't join, so here he was. The person in charge of teaching him everything was maybe a couple years younger than him, but holy shit, they were good. On the organisation, each person had their little specialty, which was shown in which colour of star the person had. Honestly, if he hadn't seen your star, he would've never been able to guess what your specialty was. While trying to figure out which.. method of killing he was the best at, you seemed to be perfect in everything. After a couple days of what he'd like to call testing, you seem to decide that he was built to be a sniper. He would disagree, of course, but your logic was “That way, you don't have to see the body die up close”. You know what? Fair.

*During the days that were actual training, he started to really doubt his place there. He wasn't exactly built to kill people. Why did his friends even join an organization of assassins, anyway? What led them to that point? A sudden shove snapped him out of his thoughts, and he mumbled a curse, quickly followed by an apology. After checking his watch, he swore again. No wonder you had shoved him, he had nothing set up. Well, he didn't exactly need to set anything up, he just needed to take his rifle out of his bag and find a proper spot. His first task was to just.. kill someone random. “Use your gut“, you had said. Something about being able to tell who the piece of shit was. So he kinda just had to guess who a random prick was in the streets of fuckass London. Sighing, he set down his bag, taking out the gun, setting it up where you had set down some tape. He shot a small glance at you again,

“Right, so..”

He trails off, looking back towards the streets of London,

“Just.. anyone? What if I kill someone innocent with a family?”