Chapter 9
It was around 7 o’clock and Steve was starting to get worried. “He has been in there all day long. Don’t you think that we should get him? He already skipped two meals.” “Yeah, I agree with that.” Banner said. They both looked at Natasha for the official ‘okay’. She nodded and the two men briskly walked down the hallway. Stopping at Peter’s door. They looked at each other then Cap went and reached out for the door handle. “It’s locked.” “Why would he lock it?” Bruce asked. “I don’t know. JARVIS can you unlock the door to Pete’s room?” “Yes Mr. Rogers, but I do ask you to be quiet, Mr. Parker is still sleeping.” “What! He’s still sleeping, it has been hours.” Bruce said in disbelief. “I don’t know how he could do that. It's almost been 24 hours” Cap said. Then he turned the doors handle and they walked in slowly and quietly. The light was off and the curtains drawn. It took them a second before they saw Peter, lying on his back holding something. Walking closer they figured out that they were pictures. Steve picked them up holding them out so Bruce could see too. They were pictures of Peter’s family. They all seemed to be very close, the thought made Steve’s stomach twist. He set them down on the nightstand. “Should we wake him up?” Steve whispered while looking at Peter, arms crossed. “I think we should, he needs to eat.” Bruce whispered back, also looking at Peter with his arms crossed. Steve reached out a hand and gently touched Peter’s shoulder, “Come on Pete you need to get up.” Nothing. Cap shook him slightly. “He’s out cold.”Turning back to the teen, he tried again, "Peter, Peter, PETER!”
His eyes shot open, he looked over at Mr. Spangles and Mr.Green. Why were they here, whats going on. “What the hell!” “Language.” Said Spangles. Cap took his arm from Spidey’s shoulder and straightened his back. “You’ve been asleep all day, you should come out and eat something.” Cap said sternly but not harsh. Peter rolled over and mumbled an, “I’m not hungry.” He shut his eyes trying to go back to sleep. He heard a small chuckle, then he felt two large, strong arms slide under him, and hoist him up. “What the hell are you doing?!” Peter said sharply. “You need to eat. So you’re going to eat. Understand?” Cap said tilting his head slightly. Peter huffed, and mumbled, “I can walk on my own you know.” He was answered with Cap throwing him up slightly to adjust his grip. “Can I at least put on pants! I mean seriously, this is really uncomfortable.” “Fine, but we will be waiting outside your door, so don’t try to go back to sleep.” Cap set me down, and I bowed and said “Thank you” as sarcastically, and ‘teenager-like’ that I could.
I rushed back to my room and pulled on a pair of joggers and a hoodie. I rubbed my eyes trying to stay awake. Damn, those were some strong pills, my headache is gone. I stumbled out of the room and sure enough there was Spangles and Greenbean. I walked past them and into the kitchen, there was Thor, Clint, and Natasha. They were all in the living room, Clint on a couch, Thor on the recliner, and Natasha in a chair. I heard the TV as I walked closer, they were watching the news. I glanced back at Cap, I was trying to see if I could sneak back to my room. He caught my gaze and pointed to the kitchen and mouthed, ‘Now.’ I silently agreed and walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door as quietly as possible. Okay, what is there to eat? Old pizza that looked like it should have thrown out several...weeks ago. No. There was some chinese take out, but I don’t think I can eat all of it. So no. Nothing looks good, or edible. I’ll just go with a Gatorade, I can spill it out later. Hopefully Spangles will be okay with this. I shut the door and turned around, Brucey Bean and Grandpa Cap had gone and sat down. I chuckled a bit at Brucey Bean. I walked over to a nearby wall and leaned against it. They didn’t seem to notice me until I opened my Gatorade with a ‘click’ noise. They looked back and Clint waved his hand at me to come sit by him. I smiled slightly and dragged my tired ass to the couch. Those were some strong meds, my vision was a little off still. I flopped down next to Clint. Him and I had become really good friends over the weeks that I have been here at the tower. He played video games with me, and we would pull pranks on Tony. I could feel Cap looking at me, so I turned my head and nodded at the Gatorade. He huffed in an ‘I-agree-to-disagree’ type of thing. We turned back to the news showing on Tony’s huge ass TV. Everything seemed to have a false sense of normal to it.
Then I heard to reporter say, “It was here that victim May Parker was shot in the head and died. She was also been stabbed several times, specialist reported that there was several bruises found on her body, leading them to conclude that she was also beaten badly. The man that did this was later found, dead in an alley. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the Parker family.” I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. I had a lump in my throat and my stomach dropped and twisted. I dropped my gaze starting to look at the floor. I was angry, they lied to me. They tried to spare me and shelter me, like a child. They just said that she was shot, not fucking beaten and then, then they shot her. Something snapped inside of me, voices were muffled, thoughts seemed to mix and blur together. I heard someone saying something quietly, but I wasn’t listening. I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. I think I yelled at them. I don’t want their pity. I can’t stand it. I might have said something along the lines of, “Get the fuck off me!” But I don’t know. I knew I shouldn’t have yelled but now I’m walking down the hallway and slamming the down shut before I could break down. “JARVIS don’t let anyone in, got it.” “Yes, Mr. Parker, I’m sorry about the events from earlier.” “Don’t let those assholes in.”
I walked into the grey bathroom and swallowed a few more of my miracle pills, maybe four or five. It doesn’t matter anyway. My head hurt again, and the pounding on the door from everyone didn’t help. I walked over to my desk with my laptop on it along with my pictures. I grabbed the chair and dragged it over to the door, placing it under the door knob on an angle. “Just leave me alone! I don’t want to see you! You all lied to me, she wasn’t just shot, *hick* she was stabbed. A-And *hick* AND she was BEAT!” Hot tears started to roll down my cheeks. A muffled voice came from the other side, “Peter.” They paused, “We will be out here if you need us. We’re sorry.” It was Natasha, surprising. I didn’t answer, I just stripped off my skinny jeans, but left on my hoodie. I almost fell over, those pills had some strong shit in them. I don’t want anyone to find them, they helped. I walked back into the bathroom and put the bottle in my hoodie pocket, just in case. I flopped down on the bed and fell asleep, in what I thought was going to be a peaceful sleep. I was wrong.
[Nightmare]
I’m walking through New York City, but it’s getting late, I walk into an alley and slip on my Spidey suit. I sling myself around the city for a little bit before hearing someone familiar scream. May. I jumped off of the building catching myself and slinging towards the sound. I see her, standing there, she’s wearing her favorite sweater, Uncle Ben bought it for her a long time ago. Jump off my web and freefall down. But, just before I hit the pavement two large mechanical claws rip into my sides. I can feel the cold metal rip up more with the force of gravity. I let out a scream and try to grab my sides. Then four more claws come and grab my arms and legs, holding them down and almost crushing my bones into a powder. I’m screaming in pain, I feel something hot and thick tart to run down my back. I look up at Aunt May. I need to help. She was punched in the face and fell onto the cold, dirty pavement. The other guy started to punch her, and yell in her face. I tried to fight the claws but was only answered with pain. I felt another claw reach and grab the back of my head. “You get a front row spot bug. You get to watch your only family die, while you are are here, helplessly watching.” The claw on the back of my head pushed my face closer to May. My sides felt like white hot searing pain. My legs went numb after I saw my ankle turn 360 degrees. I felt my bone give out and shatter. I was disgusting, and then it went numb. “Watch, Parker.” Doc Oct hissed. I looked up and saw the barrel of the gun against May’s head. She was so scared. I was screaming, and trying to get out of Doc’s grip. Hot tears fell and my throat was dry and it hurt to breathe. ‘BANG!!’ BANG!! BANG!!’ She went limp, blood spilling out onto the ground, pooling around her. I hear Doc Oct whisper in my in my ear, “This is your fault Peter. You could have saved her. But you just watched helplessly.” [end of dream]