Chapter 3
I kept swinging through New York until I got to my special place. I was an abandoned warehouse, I used it to train and escape everything. All my thoughts about Uncle Ben, and Gwen, and how Aunt May worries about me. I go here to escape all of it. It’s to much sometimes, i was a normal sixteen year old kid one day, then a super-spider that gets beat up and gets no sleep from nightmares. I swing over to and old couch and flop down on it suddenly feeling very tired. I look around just to make sure that I was alone and that no one saw me fly into my hide-out. I try to stand to grab a pillow, but as I get up I feel dizzy. I try to walk it off, bad idea. I trip and fall and slip into a calm and quiet darkness.
Tony’s POV
I followed the vigilante to an abandoned warehouse and landed on the roof undetected. I see that the kid was bleeding and probably would die if I didn’t get him back to the tower. I saw him stand and pass out with a small thud. I fly over and pick him up, he was surprisingly light. I needed to find out more about this kid, but right now I needed to just get him back to Avengers Tower.
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Back in the medical wing, a slightly green Bruce stitched the kid back up. But this time restraints were put on the kids hands and legs, and another strap across his chest.
“ He looks like he’s only sixteen or seventeen” Natasha spoke up.
“ I know, he’s so young… and skinny.” Clint said.
“ When I picked him up he was really light. Does he even eat?” Tony said with concern.
His mask was removed once again letting the group of slightly pissed Avengers to see him clearly. They had also had to cut the top of his suit off of him because it just got in the way, as well as the bottoms too. He was simply in his boxers.
“ He sure wasn’t happy to see that his mask was removed.” Steve said in a sarcastic tone towards Tony.
“ How was I supposed to know that the kid would have a full blown panic attack. ” Tony retorted.
Then, they heard the vigilante muttering something in his state of unconsciousness. He started to say things like “ I’m so sorry”; “ Don’t leave”; “I need you”; “I’d rather die”. That’s all the group could make out, they all seemed to be slightly depressed.
“ What was that about, who was he talking about?” Steve asked looking at the kid with his full attention. Tony was leaning against a nearby wall with one hand on his hip, and the other covering his face. He was thinking. Bruce led all the Avengers out of the kids room and up to the living area. Steve sat in between Tony and Bruce on the couch, Natasha sat on the other couch with Clint and Thor on a recliner. They sat in silence for a few minute before Steve spoke, “ What are we going to do with him?” “ He’ll need to stay here for a while and recover, probably shouldn’t stand up for at least two to three weeks too” Bruce said. Just as he finished talking JARVIS spoke, “Sir, your guest is waking.” They all stood up and headed for the elevator to floor 23.
They all stumbled in and found a drowsy Spiderman waking. The kids eyes shot open and he tried to sit up, but was held down by the restraints. Thankfully. He kept struggling and screaming trying to break out of the straps. He felt two pairs of hands on his shoulders, and two more on his legs, that hurt. He kept struggling for a little bit then slammed his head down on the bed underneath him, gritting his teeth in defeat. When he opened his eyes he saw Captain Spangles standing next to him. He was talking but Peter couldn’t hear what he was saying, he started to look around the room. The walls were white and reflected the harsh and bright light coming from overhead. The light hurt his eyes and just added to his already raging headache. He looked past Rodgers and saw a window that was probably locked after his little escape route. And on his right a door and some tables with tools on it along with various medicines. There was also a few chair scattered around the room. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a hand wave in front of his face.
“ Are you okay?” He looked over and saw Clint staring at him. He shut his eyes and said behind clenched teeth “ I could be better, I feel like I just went through a human blender, but yeah just peachy.” Everyone seemed to let out a sigh of relief. “ What’s your name kid?” Cap asked, receiving no answer, Bruce returned with a wheelchair and motioned for Peter to get in it. Cap undid the restraints and helped him into the chair. Peter felt vulnerable, no mask and defenseless, and he just realized that he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers. He chuckled to himself as he said “ You know I never pictured you guys as fans trying to rip my clothes off.” Clint chuckled and Tony threw him a shirt that was like three sizes to big on him. He put it on as they reached the elevator. Inside Peter saw tons of different floor buttons.How big was this place? The elevator made a bing sound just before the large doors opened to reveal a cozy living room. He saw three couches, two reclining chairs, and a huge bean-bag chair. There was also a large table by the couches with a glass surface, he saw several windows on this floor ( but could he open those? ). To his right he saw a full size kitchen with an island in the center, next to the island was a large dining room table, all wood. The fridge was at least 3 times the size of his at Aunt May’s house. Aunt May! He needed to call her. NOW! She is probably freaking out, wondering if I’m okay. “ Can I have my phone back.” Peter asked panic sensed in his voice. Tony walked over to the counter and grabbed his phone, “ Here you can use mine.” “Thanks” said Peter. He didn’t want to be here at all but he was in too much pain to argue about anything, not even the wheelchair. He dialed May’s number and waited, he didn’t brace himself for the ungodly loud “PETER” to be screamed into his ears, he winced and jerked the phone away from his ear. “Hi Aunt May” he said shyly. He wheeled himself over into a nearby hallway. “Where are you?! Are you okay? Are you hurt!” “I’m okay, I’m staying at a friends house for a couple of days. Sorry I forgot to call.” “Peter Benjamin Parker you had me worried sick, but at least you’re safe, I love you.” “I love you too Aunt May. Bye.” Peter ended the call but continued to stare at Tony’s phone. He started to think about Uncle Ben, and how he never got to say goodbye, how he saw the light go from his eyes, and his soul leave his body. Because of Peter. Peter has had a very hard time with his uncle’s death. His Uncle meant the world to him, now he’s gone. Peter has had a problem the trauma and its taken its toll on him. He wasn’t eating much, he wondered if they noticed his skinny ass body. He didn’t make as many jokes as he used too, he stopped seeing Gwen after Captain Stacy’s death. That almost pushed him over the edge. Not to mention all the nightmares that he wakes up screaming from, they always feel so... real.
Once again he was startled out of his thoughts, but this time Captain America was crouched in front of him looking into his eyes. Cap reached up and wiped a tear from the boys face, Peter flinced and looked at Cap. He looked at Steve with eyes that were lost, and searching for someone to help. “ Can I go home?” said Peter as he looked away. “ I’m sorry kid but I can’t let you, you have to stay here for awhile. But don’t worry I make great pancakes, and Clint likes to play video-games. And you can help Tony in the lab, he saw your web shooters and thought that they were pretty cool. It won’t be so bad.” Steve spoke so gentle to Peter, like if he said the wrong thing the kid would shatter and break. Peter said nothing as he stared at Cap. Then Cap stood up and started wheeling Peter down the hall and into what seemed to be a guest room. He was wheeled over to the king sized bed, then Cap put an arm under his legs and another behind his back. He lifted the drowsy kid into the bed and covered him up. He ruffled the kids brown messy hair. As he walked away he heard the kid say “ I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” Cap smiled in the dim light that the hallway created, “Goodnight Peter.” Peter closed his eyes a felt instant relief as sleep took him away.