Chapter 7
Time jump to when Peter is healed and has became friends with everyone.
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“NOOO HOW COULD YOU!” Clint yelled as he got hit with a turtle shell in mario kart. “I thought we were friends Petey” “Sorry Clint I needed to pass you.” Then someone yelled “pizzas here!” Everyone stopped what they were doing and filed into the kitchen. Tony walked in carrying 4 large pizzas. Everyone dug in. Peter had finally started eating his normal portion size again. He even rivaled Caps appetite. Peter piled 6 pieces onto his plate. He inhaled them within 5 minutes.
Today was his last day at the tower, and a certain sadness hung over everything. For the past 3 weeks Aunt May thought Peter was on a school field trip. He packed his stuff up,he really needed to charge his phone it had been dead for 3 days now because he broke his charger. He had another one at his house so he said his goodbyes and walked out with Tony and Steve. He didn’t want to leave, this place started to feel like home to him, and these people his family.
As he got in the car he felt his Spidey-sense start to buzz rapidly. “Something’s going to happen, I can feel it”
“You’re okay kid, Cap and I got you.” said Tony as he pulled out of the compound. He pulled up to his house and walked in, Spidey-sense almost deafening now.
“Aunt May I’m home” Peter called out.
He walked into the kitchen and found Gwen sobbing at the table. She looked up at him and ran over to him. Tony and Steve walked in. Gwen said “I tried to call you but you didn’t answer, I’m so sorry Peter.”
“Gwen what happened why are you crying?” Peter said laughing a little.
“Y-you don’t k-know, oh my god, Peter” Gwen released and her hand went up to her mouth.
Peter was now genuinely concerned, “Gwen what happened?” he croaked out, it felt like he had a lump in his throat.
“Peter, May was shot.”
Peter stopped breathing, it felt like he just got shot. He heard several voices but he couldn’t understand them. He went on auto-pilot. He felt numb. He felt a pair of hands try to grab him, but he got out of them and ran out the front door. He couldn’t think straight, he felt dead inside. He ran down the driveway, and into the street. A car almost hit him, it luckily stopped. He heard muffled screams behind him, he just ran faster. He ran all the way into the city, passing people and earning angry glances as he pushed pass. Tears fell off his face and onto the cold, grey pavement under him. He didn’t hear the sounds of his city, not the cars, people, or even his feet hitting the cement. He ran into all the way to his safe-haven, the warehouse. He flew in the door it was dark now, he must have ran at least 6 miles. He was numb, and felt no pain. He was alone, no family, and no hope. This just had to happen right when things were just starting to get better. He jumped over the gate and continued running into the safety of the warehouse. He didn’t bother turning on any lights, he knew the way. He walked down a dark hallway into a large, with a punching bag, wood table, some targets, and some knives in it. He walked passed the punching bag to a steel support column, and just started going at it. His punches getting faster and harder. The wall started to dent and bend at the power from Peter’s punches. Tears streamed down his face, stinging his eyes. He could barely breathe. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. His vision was blurry from tears but he could see the wall start to change color. His blood was all over the wall and dripped down his hands and arms. He realized the he was screaming and crying uncontrollably. He grabbed his head and pulled at his messed up hair, squeezing his eyes shut.
He was trying to forget, trying to convince himself that it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t real. Aunt May was at home cooking dinner, and watching TV like she always did. She was waiting for Peter to come home so that they could eat together. He slid down the wall to the floor. His throat stung, and it was dry. His eyes burned with every tear. He lifted his head and eyed the table in front of him. He stood up and walked over to it. He didn’t want to be here, all he wanted to do was end his misery. He picked up one of the knives. He lightly pushed the tip of his finger on the top, it drew blood instantly. Peter was slightly relieved that he wouldn’t have to use a dull knife. He gripped the cold handle of the knife and extended his opposite arm, palm up.
He looked down at his arm in front of him, this was all his fault. Everything was his fault. He killed his Uncle Ben, and he couldn’t protect his Aunt May. His parents probably thought of him as a disappointment and wanted to get rid of him. Gwen and Harry were most likely just his friends out of pity. Flash would always beat him up and he never did anything about it. He was a coward, and a freak. He hurt everyone that got close to him. He sliced three fast lines across his wrists, they started to leak the familiar red liquid. It made him satisfied. He made about seven more deep gashes up his arm, stopping just before the bend. He was shaking now, blood started to cover his left arm. He walked over to the support column and leaned against it for balance. He moved the knife into his left hand and made ten more identical slices, but more jagged and deep this time. These made the blood start to gush out in rapid succession. His breathing was shallow and vision darkening at the edges. The knife dropped to the ground, covered in Peter’s blood. Peter leaned his head back, smiling slightly at the thought of this all ending. He fell onto the cold, dirty ground. His arms fell limply in front of him. Blood pooled out of him puddling around him. He felt a tear slide onto his nose, then fell. He was really struggling to breathe now, breaths ragged and short. His eyes slid closed leaving him to reside into the darkness that followed.
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“Where is he, tell us now!” Tony screamed at Gwen when Cap came back into the house.
“I-I don’t know” Gwen choked out.
“Do you know where he might go?” Steve spoke sternly, but soft. Gwen looked down, then she got it.
“He’s going to his safe place!”
“Tell us where it’s at now!” Gwen rambled off the directions as the couple got into the car parked at the end of the driveway. Tony flew out of the driveway, leaving skid marks where the car was once parked. They arrived at the warehouse a few minutes later.
Steve and Tony came running to the large gates, Steve quickly kicked them open. They ran to the door pushing it open and calling out, “PETER”, “KID”, “PETER!!” They stopped screaming, waiting for a response. Then they heard a piece of what sounded like metal drop down a nearby hallway. Rushing to the sound, they were led into a dimly lit room. Tony heard Steve’s breath leave him, and his shoulders sink. He followed his gaze to Peter. He was laying in a dark pool of some liquid. Steve ran over panic consuming him falling on his knees, he pushed Peter onto his back, he checked for a heartbeat. He bent down ear to Peter’s chest. He didn’t hear anything. His heart sunk, he started to feel like he couldn’t breathe. He leaned down again, praying, he listened then he heard it a low shallow, bum-bum, ...bum-bum. “He’s alive!” Steve looked at Tony with a huge smile on his face, Tony wasn’t smiling. He was standing there, shoulders slumped, breathing shallow.
“Tony whats wrong?” Tony could see the same dark liquid and a nearby column, and on the kids wrists. It was his blood.
“H-He tr-tried to k-kill himself.” Tony croaked out, tears threatening to fall.
Cap looked back a Peter, he shifted his gaze to his wrists several deep cuts lined his arms, they all were leaking blood. He went into a autopilot state on mind. He snapped into that, then lifted his shirt off. He ripped the fabric into strips wrapping them around the kids gashes. He Picked him up off of the ground, Peter’s head fell onto Steve’s chest. Tony walked walked right next to Steve, he had grabbed the knife too. He was completely in shock, Cap went into his army mode, not saying much. Tony jogged ahead of them and opened the backseat, Steve crawled in with Pete in his arms. Tony shut the door and got in the car.