Chapter 1
NONE OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME ONLY MARVEL!
A/N: I just want to say that I haven't made many Fanfics before, especially one so dark, so I honestly can't tell how this one is gonna go. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Peter rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as he strained to hear what his AP Calculus teacher was trying to explain. He could feel the teacher's eyes burning into his soul, as he noticed Peter's lack of concentration.
"Boring you out Parker?" The teacher sneered, placing the ruler he was using to point at the whiteboard down on his desk.
"No sorry sir, I just didn't really sleep well," Peter felt a flush creep up his neck as all the students eyes turned to face him. Oh how he hated the attention. He wasn't totally telling a lie however, he was out all night patrolling the streets of Queens, fighting petty crimes, and keeping the justice system in tact.
"Right...Well try to look more lively," the teacher turned back towards the equation on the whiteboard behind him. Peter glanced at it, realising the solution immediately. After a few minutes, he went back to staring mindlessly out the window.
How he wanted to just leave that classroom, leave the judging eyes, the sound of the clock on the wall, the constant chewing of gum. All those sounds overwhelmed Peter, causing his 'neurotypical mask' fall further over his face. The same mask that had provided comfort through his whole entire life, allowing himself to feel even just a little bit more like he fit in. Like he fit that little tiny mold that classified people into 'fit' for society. Without that mask Peter would be the wrong shape for that mold, so it was better for people not to know that it even existed. You're probably wondering what was so wrong with him that it required a 'mask' or to be a complete secret. Well Peter was autistic, something that he resented himself for, wishing for him to just be a normal kid, what ever 'normal' was. Luckily nobody knew, at least as far as Peter was concerned, and if they did know they kept it to themselves, as no one had ever brought it up to him. It was for the better that way though; if a certain Flash Thompson were to find out, it would give him an even more reason to bully him - but also the heavily stigma that suffocated the 'more able' end of the spectrum. He resented it so much that not even his best friend Ned Leeds knew. It was already so hard for Peter to make friends that it terrified him that if Ned found out he would throw him to the curb.
So to say Peter was tired was an understatement. He was absolutely exhausted. he was receiving so much sensory input that his brain felt that it would burst from his skull.
He picked at the edges of his fingernails, glancing at the clock willing for it to ring so he could leave the confines of this concrete prison. At last he heard the loud pealing of the bell, his shoulders relaxing almost instantly, a small sigh escaping his mouth. But he wasn't entirely safe from the sensory overload yet. He still had to make it through the bustling corridor and into the lunch hall. Reaching into his bag, Peter pulled a small plastic case containing two small rubber earbuds. It was one of the few things that Peter owned beside the clothes on his back. His Aunt May worked tirelessly for the money that they earned each month, but it was only ever enough to pay bills and food for the month. These earbuds were designed to deafen the peripheral sound around him. Ever since his spider bite, his senses had been dialled up to 11, and he couldn't manage the sound as well.
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Peter managed to find Ned at lunch, his stomach growling softly. Slinging his bag down on the bench with a dull thud. Ned looked up from his food and greeted Peter with a small smile.
"Hey how was Calculus?" Ned said, clearing an area on the table for Peter to put his tray.
"Boring really, I would much rather be at the Stark internship, if I'm being completely honest." Peter reached for his jelly sandwich; one of his safe foods."At least my ideas are appreciated there."
Ned looked over at his best friend. He understood that Peter found school more difficult than others, but Peter refused to tell him why. It hurt Ned somewhat that Peter could tell his best friend what was wrong, however he still respected Peters wishes, and rarely brought up the subject.
"What are you learning at the Stark-Internship anyway?" Ned questioned, his mouth half full of his hamburger.
Peter had to swallow the discomfort feeling he got from people eating with their mouths open." We are looking at eco-friendly electrical generators," Peter beamed," Dr.Welsey thinks that my prototype even has the chance to be put in the testing phase."
"That's amazing! I knew that you were a genius!" Ned mocked knowing Peter hated being referred to as a 'genius'.
"Stop it!" Peter chuckled, reaching across the table and slapping Ned on the arm. This both the boys into fits of laughter.
"Oi! Penis!" Peter groaned, sliding his head into his hands, his palms pressing down on his eyes.
"What do you want Flash?" Peter looked at the boy approaching him, his eyes growing tired.
"Just came by to give you this," Flash said, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at peter's head. His throw was oddly accurate, the paper ball hitting Peter square in the forehead. "And also to remind you that a freak like you would never get far enough to interact with Mr.Stark."
Peter sighed as Flash walked away, flanked by a few of his mates. What hurt Peter was that there was some truth in Flash's words; Ever since Germany, he had seen Mr.stark all of two times, when he occasionally can into the intern room to observe the work.
"Peter you need to stand up for yourself!" Ned complained seeing the hurt etched on his face.
"I can't defend myself when his words are technically true!" Peter huffed, grabbing his bag, storming out of the canteen. Luckily his last two lesson of the day were free periods, so he was not needed on the campus. He used this to his advantage, as it allowed him to spend more time at the Stark-Internship.
Exiting the school, Peter noticed an all-blackout car parked right outside the front of the school. As Peter got closer, in order to walk onto the sidewalk, the window slowly rolled down, revealing the driver. Sitting in the front of this obviously expensive car was Happy Hogan, Mr.Stark's personal chauffeur and Head of security of Stark Industries.
"Happy? What are you doing here?" Peter said, approaching the car with caution. He had an inkling that Happy was here for him, but he couldn't be too sure.
"I'm here to collect you Peter, Tony said you would be finished about this time," Happy replied, pushing a button, that opened up the back door.
"Mr.Stark?" Peter mumbled, shocked. "How does he know when I finish school?"
"F.R.I.D.A.Y, his AI told him. She is able to connect to the city's database," Happy glanced back at him, witnessing the awe that appeared on Peter's face.
"Wow.." Peter was dumbfounded."Sorry, but why are you collecting me? I always make my own way to the internship."
"Your prototype for the Eco-Generator had caught the eye of the Stark Tech-Developers. They want to test your creation," Happy beamed at the kid before turning back to the windscreen to start the car.
"Wh- Really?!" Peter was lost for words, his prototype,"You're not playing a sick joke on me right now are you?"
"No I am not, you should be really proud of yourself," Happy steered the car onto the road, concentration washing over him, descending the inside of the car into total silence. Peter gave a sigh of relief, allowing relaxation to seep into his bones. The silence was comforting, Peter didn't have to worry about prying eyes or the small sounds that overwhelmed his very conscience. He leaned back into the seat, trying to rationalise the conversation they had just had. His prototype, picked to be developed. There must have been hundreds of applicants, and he was at the top. His Aunt May would be so proud...his Aunt May. Guilt washed over him, someone else should have won, I'm nothing special, I'm not worth it. Those famous words that had been uttered to him all his life, by the one person who should have been there, who should have been proud at all his achievements. But to Peter he thought that was normal, every family does that, tells their kids that they are worthless, that they are no hope. Peter closed his eyes and rested his elbow on the car door, trying to clear his mind. He didn't open them until he felt the car abruptly stop and, heard the engine die down.
The car door opened without warning making Peter's elbow fall, startling him." Hey! What was that for?!" Peter tried to act angry with Happy, but the broad grin on the chauffeur's face made Peter burst into laughter.
Peter got out the car, slamming the door behind him. Happy beckoned him into the building, motioning Peter to follow him. This gesture confused Peter as he knew where to go.
Entering the building, Happy approached the front desk and handed his ID over to a woman, who gave him a soft smile. Peter watched the interaction, and so copied it, sliding his ID onto the desk along side Happy's. She took both of the ID's and started typing something into her computer. After a few minutes, she put them back on the desk and pointed towards the other end of the reception to the staff elevator.
"Umm Mr.Hogan?" Peter mumbled, fidgeting with his hands. His anxiety levels were starting to rise, considering he was not doing the same, Friday routine that he was used to."The staff elevator is that way."
"We are not using that elevator today," Happy said, without even turning back to look at Peter.
Peter didn't know how to respond, so he just stayed silent, that was usually of the best anyway. They made their way over to what Peter could only work out at Mr.Stark's private elevator. Stepping in, lights illuminated the small space, as a cool female, obviously robotic voice, filled Peter's ears, making him jump slightly. he was not expecting it to be that loud.
"Good afternoon Mr.Hogan, Mr.parker," The voice said.
"Floor 3 Please F.R.I.D.A.Y," Hogan replied, putting his arm out to force Peter back into the elevator as the doors shut. Peter glanced round the small space, taking in as much as he could. The walls of the elevator, were very similar to the elevators you found in malls, but it had a more sleek look of it that was instantly recognisable as a work of The Tony Stark.
Peter's nerves were already high, so it didn't help that the ding of the elevator reaching the floor was unexpected and sent Peter flying about three feet in the air. His hands were sweaty from ringing them so much, and he felt the impending feeling of a headache approaching, due to the overstimulation. So when Tony Stark himself greeted them at the doors, Peter felt as though he could faint right on the spot.
A/N: Hello! I hoped you enjoyed it, I have a lot of ideas for this fan fic, but if you have anything that you want to see let me know down below! See you on the next one!