Chapter 5
Peter's P.O.V
I am officially, royally, totally screwed.
Apparently, passing out in the middle of school on Monday meant Bucky, Natasha, Pepper and Tony were watching my every move, like I was going to break. When Bucky dropped me off this morning for school he'd stuffed extra food in my bag, made me recite each and every member of the teams personal phone number off by heart and Happy's number to go along with it. He even convinced Tony to start programming Friday to monitor me. Natasha's been trying to get me to stay home for the rest of the week and even got Pepper to join in with it, the only way I got in today was by telling them about my already low attendance. Tony's enjoying watching the few members of his team loose their heads over me and I know he thinks its funny!
Anyways! the reason I'm so screwed? well....I'm currently inside my locker. Missing my phone and it's maybe possibly 4 to 5pm and Happy or whoever has come to pick me up is probably blowing up my missing phone in worry, I can't dent the locker and my healings slow because I was supposed to be eating before heading off to my club and I was defiantly still recovering from a few days ago. How'd I get here you ask? How did Spider-Man end up locked in his own locker with his shoulder hurting and a bleeding lip and swollen black eye and lord knows what else? Well let me tell you.
Flash Thompson is a bastard.
****** 2 hours and 55 minutes earlier ******
I'd finished my last class of the day - AP calculus and was getting ready for my club - I'd waved Ned off to his band practice and saw MJ head off to her art club , I was grabbing my own supplies for my coding and Programing club, when I felt that niggling feeling in my stomach and across my whole body. I moved just in time to see Flash punch the locker door next to me. My heart immedatly jumped into my throat as I looked at him. See, Flash Thompson may look small and skinny but he's all wiry muscle - before the bite he could of easily knocked my to the ground with a small hit - I'm pretty sure the strength comes from his martial arts classes. But back to what's going on. Flash and me are the only ones in the hall, everyone's already in class and it's Just us. "Hey Penis" He glares at me, he's probably pissed I out did him in class again today-I'm really not trying to but it's kind of easy. I look at him unsure as he grabs my shirt tightly. "What the fuck was that penis? huh!? I had that question and you just jump in with the goddamn answer like some know it all freak?" He slams me against one of the locks and punches me in the gut - taking the air out of me. I should fight him, I really really should but Peter Parker before the bit didn't and Peter Parker shouldn't do it now. I gulp a little and hold up my hand.
"Flash, wow hey now. I-I was called on, you know that. I wasn't gonna answer incorrectly if I had the right ans-" I didn't get to finish as he swings his fist back and punches me twice - that's right, twice! - and I can feel blood dripping from my nose and lip already. "Flash-fuck come on man, I have a club tonight and-" I don't get to finish as he slams me against the locker, again. God my shoulders hurting now.
"Shut up Penis. I don't care. You made me look like an idiot." He growls out, and I don't get much of a chance to argue as he starts pulling shit out of my locker and dumping it on the floor. "Lets see how you feel tomorrow when someone lets you out yeah?" He asks and it takes me a second to realise what he means - a second I could of used getting away before he's physically slamming me into my locker and slamming the door shut on my ok-ish shoulder, my ribs hurt from where the shelf in the middle made contact with my chest and god it hurts to breath. "Feel free to yell Penis, no ones gonna hear ya!" He slams his hand on my locker once more as he starts gathering my stuff up. "Not like you'll need this anyway!" He calls and I hear him leaving. I bang my hand on the locker door in anger. Fuck, I was running on fumes, I couldn't even dent it.
****** Now ******
So yeah. I'm stuck in my locker, I'm injured and it looks like I'll be spending the night at school. Just a great way to get back into the rhythm of things right?
Yeah. no.
I kick the locker door with the side of my ankle, hissing a bit at the pain. I'm a human pretzel right now and the pains just getting worse and worse as the minutes tick by. That's when I hear it- the clobber of two sets of heavy boots. I know exactly who they belong to. "Jesus Bucky, he's probably just really into his club or something. I don't know how you'll find it, it's a maze here" Steve's voice rings out and they're like a five minute walk from me. I sigh in relief and listen in as they walk. "Besides, you're mother henning the kid worse than you did me. You know something I don't?" He asks and Bucky scoffs in what I assume annoyance.
"The kids too much like you and Stark for me not to worry. I doubt the kid could miss the seven phone calls from us both, that's fourteen altogether Steve. No way is he missing that many calls and not in trouble." Bucky mutters and I wince, oh yeah. He's not wrong. They're close now, I can almost make out their shadow as they walk and I sigh. Deep and annoyed as I awkwardly bang my fist on the inside of my locker. The two stop. "The fuck was-" Bucky starts and I cut him off with a grunt.
"Mr Barnes? it's me Peter could you-urm maybe like...get me out?" I ask and I hear nothing but silence until the wheezing laugh of the winter solider breaks into the hallway and a clearly amused 'Bucky' breaks from captain America's own lips. "Don't laugh!" I squeak out. "It's not funny!" I complain, and Bucky just keeps laughing whilst Steve's shadow cuts most the light from the locker. "My codes 4-5-4-7" I tell him blushing more as the second shadow, one I can make out as Bucky leans on Steve, I can tell their grinning and I know they'll tease me once I'm out but god I just need to move. My ribs hurt so much and -
Shit
I was apparently leaning on the door because the moment it opens I land right onto Bucky's chest, causing the man to grunt from the sudden force. "Jesus kid, I get you missed me but-" He stops talking and I feel his hands freeze on my shoulders. "What the fuck happened to your face-" He mutters, pushing me back lightly to take my chin and twisting my head side to side whilst I groan lowly.
It really hurts honestly.
Steve's moved over to us and started feeling the back of my head and I wince "Jeez kid, you got brained pretty bad didn't you?" He mutters and they're both looking at me waiting for my response.
I'm not giving it though.
But then, neither is Bucky.
"Kid, who'd you fight?" Bucky asks, his eyes glaring at me whilst I glare up at him. God everything hurts and he's looking me over and seeming to category every injury he can currently see whilst I feel Steve pawing at the back off my head and at my neck. I tense awkwardly and look away from him. "Any injuries I can't see kid?" He asks and I grunt a little and shrug - oh that hurt. He glares at me and looks to Steve - they do that quiet talking thing the adults do - and suddenly Steve's lifting me up into a bridal style type of way. "Steve's gonna carry you out to the car and we're going straight to cho and you'll get checked out ok?" He states calmly. "On our way you can explain to me and Steve who the fuck shoved you into a locker after beating the shit out of you." He growls a little and I flinch into Steve quietly. Said man chuckled from above me as they start moving.
"Bucky gets like that, when we were kids he'd lose it if I was even remotely injured." He tells me as he walks. I squirm a little as Steve seems to think of something "...Where's your bag?" He asks gently and I wince, slightly from pain and slightly out of knowing he won't like the answer. Bucky takes my silence and grumbles to himself about 'skinny punks not knowing when to avoid a fight' and makes his way towards the exit. "Don't worry, he'll calm down. Tony will cancel you're phone and I'm sure any...private things on there will be moved to your new phone." He mutters and I sigh, way too exhausted to deal with this.
So fucking tired.
And Steve's warm..
******
Bucky's P.O.V
I thought something was up when Peter didn't come straight out from his club, Tony had said he's pretty good at being punctual. Steve didn't seem to bothered but when he was thirty minutes late it was too long-something must of happened. I was out of the car and in the school before Steve could stop me and then I heard him calling for help - I rushed over to him only to find he was locked in his own god-damn locker and ok - yes. I laughed, I had a small hysterical laughing fit over it and in my defence I thought something horrible had happened, only to find out the kid had locked himself in his locker? Yeah, I laughed.
Until we got him out.
Now I want to kill whoever beat up Stark's kid.
The kid got to the carpark and crashed in Steve's arms and I'm maybe possibly going mother hen mode and wanting him in the tower asap, but Steve's fucking strolling along like there isn't an injured teen in his arms. I've got the back door wide open and I'm giving the punk the stink eye as he smirks at me like I'm over-reacting. "Don't even start you shit, get him in." I growl out, he has the gall to look somewhat sheepish as he sets the kid in and moves to the drivers side, I glare.
"You're pissed off Buck, lemme drive. You can sit in the back and clean up some of the scratches with the first aid box back there. I'm pretty sure he's out for the count." He says calmly, I look at him for a few seconds before handing him the keys and climbing into the back with the kid and getting to work.
God, was he always this small?
I shake my head and start cleaning the wounds on the kids head first. Honestly, they look worse then they are and it's mostly little cuts here and there, but that's the annoying thing about head wounds - I'm reminding my self this - they bleed like a bitch and look horrible. Although he's going to need stitches when we get back and probably need a few x-rays. This kid really got hurt and it's pissing me off more and more as I work on him.
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Peter's P.O.V
So....
Bucky may kill every student at my school until he finds out who hurt me until I tell him.
Doctor Cho had given me my list of injuries whilst Tony and Bucky sat in the room and said list looks like this :
3 cracked ribs
Minor concussion- Broken nose
- Cracked collar bone
- Sprained shoulder
- Sprained wrist
Bucky may or may not have looked murderous and had left to talk with Steve, Cho had taken that time to tell Tony about my healing and why it's taking so long to kick in - she thinks its got something to do with how much I'm eating on a regular basis, apparently I'm not eating enough even though I'm eating enough to feed two full grown men but apparently I'm supposed to be eating like Steve and Bucky - maybe even the hulk and Thor. Doing that without the others knowing who I am though? near impossible. Tony knows it and I know it. Cho's left me with Tony and he's got this look on his face, it's regret. "Peter.." He starts and I already know what he's going to say.
"I know Mr.Stark." I whisper, looking down at my hands with a sigh. He seems to get me not really wanting to talk about it, I mean he's got to be stressed out without me being here. It's been almost a month since May kicked me out, he's had to see me in the med floor twice now in that time and now he's having to up his food intake. He should just kick me out. Apparently he can read minds because he's got my good hand in his own and he squeezes lightly.
"You're not going anywhere kid. We're gonna tell the team bout what you do as an extra curricular, have a massive meal and spoil your appetite for the next month at the least and then I'm going to watch Barnes mother hen you into training with him and Steve in his weird attempt to get your muscles up." He teases me lightly and I roll my eyes. "I mean it kiddo, I'm not about to let you shit talk your self, in your head or out of it. I'll handle any backlash, you just relax and watch Natasha act high and mighty about figuring it out before Clint and Bucky." He jokes. I do chuckle at that and rest my head against the bed lightly, I'm still light from the pain meds that are in my system. Did I mention that everything's kind of just stopped working so pain meds are working great for me.
"Can we do it like...right now cause I'm gonna have a panic attack from the waiting" I mutter, Tony's studying me but lets go of my hand and gets up calmly.
"I'll call the team into the common room." He starts and looks me over "Can you walk or do you want a chair?" He asks eyeing me up and I have to fight another eye roll, I didn't injure my legs. Once again though he possibly confirms my theory of being a mind reader because he chuckles "You're full of some pretty strong pain killers and look ready to crash right there" He mutters softly and I pout at him, yes. I'm pouting at Tony like a petulant two year old. Tony just chuckles at me though. "I'll get you a chair." He leaves the room before I can protest and I sigh, resting my head against the head board with a sigh. I glance at the door as it opens again but instead of Tony it's Bucky.
"You need to start self defence" He grumbles out, moving over to me. I try not to roll my eyes again - he wont say that in about twenty minutes. "Why's Tony calling a house meeting?" He asks eyeing me up and down, I don't really get a chance to answer before Tony's rolling in with the chair. He shoots Bucky a look but the man pretends not to notice. "Need a hand to get the kid in the chair or no?" He asks calmly and Tony looks him over once more before shaking his head.
"Nah, kid can stand can't you kid?" He asks, I nod quickly and stand up. Shuffling to the chair I sit down and let the two men wheel me away to what is truly going to be hell.
******
I feel like a kid about to be lectured by his angry parents for breaking a window.
Except the parents are super hero's.
And the window is me being Spider-Man.
I'm squirming in my chair as Tony holds it in place, hand on my shoulder as I take deep breaths. The team are all sitting on the sofa's staring at me, they obviously know it has something with me. Natasha specifically seems to know what's going on because she's perched her self closest to me and made Bucky stand with Steve, Clint's on his other side and Sam's on the very end. Wanda is staring at me from behind Steve, she doesn't look very happy to see me here...again. I need to find out her problem with me I swear.
"So...Peter's got some things to tell you and before you all get shitty with him or me understand this. I tried to stop him multiple times but the kids got a stupid guilt problem and tends to blame him self for someone having a cold" I shoot him a glare at that and he shrugs at me grinning. "I'll explain how I tried stopping him on multiple occasions after he tells you what has happened." He states calmly, everyone turns there eyes on me and I sigh a little and rub my neck quietly, rolling my stiff shoulder quietly I look down as I start talking.
"So...I may or may not be Spider-Man and I'm defiantly gonna keep doing it but urm..." I gulp a little. "Mr.Stark is right, he's tried stopping me multiple times. When he found me I was running round in a hoodie and a pair of baggy trousers. He gave me a suit to help me but when I started putting Spider-Man before school - and in his words - being a kid. So he took my suit away and tried stopping me from doing it anymore but that didn't really work out well...kinda almost got my self killed.." I mutter and start telling them about other times Tony's tried stopping me before looking up at them. Bucky's eyes are on me and he stands up, Tony's hand has tightened. Bucky points at me.
"You can stop my god-damn arm but you can't break out a fucking locker?" He asks looking fucking amused, I glare at him and he just gives me a wolfish grin and winks at me. I sigh and move my eyes to Steve who looks a mix between pissed and curious, Tony must of clicked on because he nudges me.
"Explain why you needed to come live with me for a bit Peter" He mutters and I nod my head quickly and purposely made eye-contact with Steve.
"My aunt May - my only family - kicked me out cause she caught me trying on my suit. She contacted Tony I guess and then he dragged me back here. She's not made contact since." I mutter, I glance around the room to see everyone looking beyond pissed and look straight down to my lap. "I know I know, I'm sorry. I'll just...I'll stay at a friends house or something or-or-"A pair of arms snake round my front and I look up to see Bucky had stalked behind me and hugged me. I'm getting a hug from Bucky Barnes - Holy shit the winter solider is hugging me.
"Shut up." He hisses. I go silent and hear him take a deep breath. "You aint going anywhere kid. I'd find you and drag you back and so would everyone else." He mutters, I glance up and Natasha's already nodding her head in agreement. Steve clears his throat.
"I don't agree to the fact that you're Spider-Man, nor do I agree to the fact that you're out fighting at the age of fifteen." He states and I feel my throat tighten, he can't take Spider-Man from me. I won't let him! "But, from what you've said and what Tony's going to tell me I'm guessing stopping you would be pointless." He runs a hand through his hair for a moment before sighing. "So from now on before school each day you will join me, Bucky and Sam on morning runs, then go to school and after school you will do any homework you have from the day and study. We'll talk training over with Tony but I'm thinking every Monday, Wednesday and Friday will be training after school." He mutters, I glance at Tony with a raised eye-brow but he's nodding his head easily. "Alright, Bucky how bout you and Peter go watch some tv whilst Tony and me chat about everything." He states calmly, I'm already on my way out and Bucky's following close behind.
Maybe this won't be so bad?