Okay y'all I'm sorry. The Avengers are really mean to our baby in this 😤😤

TW: self harm, not so good thoughts, our baby Peter sad as hell

Third POV.

At first Peter loved being an Avenger. He just never showed them his identity.

But when he did, everything turned to hell.

*Flashback*

"Come on Spidey we've known you for 3 months can you please show us who you are?" Clint pleaded.

"I don't really-"
"Pleeeeeaaassseeeee!"

"Okay, okay" Peter laughed. Everyone looked at him anxious to know who he was.

Peter took of his mask.
"I-I'm Peter" he waved.

They looked at him in disgust.
"You're a kid."

Peter nervously nodded.

"We've wasted all our time to just see a wimpy kid." Sam stated.

The names and comments have continued since that day.

Four months ago.

*End of flashback*

It was now November, and Peter had just came in from school. He had prepared himself for the verbal abuse he would get on the walk to the tower.

Peter had stayed at the tower when May had died, that was before the Avengers knew who he was.

He walked in getting weird looks from the new desk lady, as Peter called her.

He swiped his card.

"Welcome back Tiny Spider." Friday greeted him.

Peter sighed, last week it was 'Spider Wimp'.

He walked into the elevator and was brought to the penthouse.

He went to the kitchen and started to do his homework.

"Did you like the new name Tiny?" Tony asked.

Yes Tony. He had started to join in on the abuse three months ago. The only one that was nice to him was Bucky.

Bucky knew what it was like to go through what Peter is dealing with. He just doesn't do anything to stop the team in fear of Steve getting mad at him.

Peter just kept doing his homework, ignoring his 'mentor'.

"I asked you something Spider Baby."

"Its great, Mr. Stark" Peter mumbled. He knew to agree or they would change the name to something worse.

Tony laughed, "I knew you would like it."

Peter finished his homework and put his stuff up.

"We have a field trip tomorrow can I go?" Peter asked nervously.

Most of the time he asked to go somewhere he got told no and wasn't allowed to leave the tower.

"No, you need to stay here tomorrow" Tony said, knowing it would get to Peter.

"What! Why!" Peter said, not knowing the reason he had to stay. Tomorrow was a Thursday, they never did things on Thursdays.

"Your room is getting dirty you should really clean it." Tony said.

Peters room is never dirty.

Peter ran to his room to see it trashed.

"You didn't put your suit in the lab like I told you to yesterday" Tony shrugged, "So I had to find it."

Peter just hung his head. "Okay Mr. Stark."

Tony gave Peter a sickly sweet smile and turned around.

"Now go sit on the couch until dinner is ready."

Peter sighed and went to the living room.

He plopped on the couch, texting Ned and MJ.

Guyinzechair: wassup

Spiderbrolo: I have bad news

M-to-the-J: what is it loser

Spiderbrolo: I cant go on the field trip :(

Guyinzechair: why

Spiderbrolo: Tony needs me

M-to-the-J: you're lying
Tell the truth loser

Spiderbrolo: Tony trashed my room so I couldn't go

Guyinzechair: i still can't believe how mean everyone is to you. Its not fair

M-to-the-J: you're probably not missing much we don't even know where we're going

Spiderbrolo: yeah probably :(

M-to-the-J: cheer up loser we'll take pictures

Peter's phone got ripped out of his hand.

"Pft do you like her?" It was Clint.

"No, she's just a friend. Can i have my phone back please?"

Clint scoffed, "Its good you don't like her, she wouldn't date something like you anyways."

Peter just hung head his again.

"You know that right wimpy?"

Clint came up with that nickname after they found out his identity. Peter would have found it funny, if it wasn't made to mock him.

"Yes sir" Peter mumbled.

Clint looked satisfied but kept Peters phone as he walked away.

Peter sighed, at least Sam wasn't here, Sam was the worst.

Sam was the worst verbally, Natasha physically.

She would randomly start sparing with him, and heck even with spidey sense he couldn't beat her. Not that he tried. Now he doesn't fight back, he just waits until shes bored.

Peter sighed a closed his eyes, he was about to cry. But he couldn't cry. That would cause more name calling, he couldn't take anymore.

"Dinner!" Steve called.

But Peter didn't get up. Someone had to tell him he was allowed off the couch.

"Alright spider baby! Get in here."

Peter got up and took what was left and sat down at his seat.

He didn't have much food, which wasn't good for his fast metabolism. You could see his ribs if he didn't always wear a baggy hoodie.

He started to eat in silence.

"Wimpy was texting a girl earlier." Clint stated.

The table burst into laughter, Peter just curled in on himself.

"Awwww baby has a crush. Well let it go, she'll never like a worthless wimp like you." Sam said, Peter didn't notice he came back already.

Peter stared at his lap.

"Stop being mean to the baby Sam he'll cry" Steve said in a mocking tone.

Peter stared at his food, suddenly having no appetite.

"If your not going to eat give it to me" Clint said.

Peter pushed his plate to Clint, who grabbed it eagerly.

"Now go take a shower and go to bed, we don't want to see you for the rest of the night." Steve said.

"Yes sir" Peter mumbled and went to his room.

He closed his door and slid down against it. He pulled his knees to his chest, but he didn't cry. If he cried now then it would be recorded by the cameras, he had to go to the bathroom to cry.

He took a shaky breath and got up. He took some pajamas and went to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower to muffle his cries.

He sobbed for a few minutes before taking his shower and changing.

Then he looked at the drawer.

Do it Peter.
Its bad to do that, I shouldn't.
No one would care, and you know it.

Peter extended his arm and open the drawer, pulling out a box.

He sat on the ground and took the lid off, pulling a blade out of the small box.

He rolled up his sleeve and dragged it across his skin.

He repeated this process until he heard banging on his door.

"Hey crybaby, you've been in there awhile and its past your bed time, get out here!" It was Sam.

"Uh, sorry!"

Peter quickly put the box up and sloppily put on some bandages and put on his hoodie and opened the door.

"Took you long enough."

It was Natasha this time.

She took him by his hood and threw him on his bed.

"Go to sleep, you'll need your energy to clean up this room tomorrow."

She smiled before turning off the lights, leaving his door open.

Tears silently rolled down his face before he fell into a dreamless sleep.

*nanananananana time skip!*

The students waited in the lobby for their tour of the Avengers penthouse.

"Hello! Its me Tony Stark, that you all know and love!"

"Just get on with the tour." Clint groaned.

The class laughed and followed them into the elevator.

Everyone was excited, Ned and MJ were too but they were mainly nervous for their friend.

They texted Peter all night telling them where they were going, but he never did see any of them.

The elevator doors opened and the tour began.

"This is our amazing living room" Clint said, showing off the space.

"wow" was all the kids said as the saw the place.

*do do do do do time skip*

"Now we'll show you our bedrooms." Steve said, leading them down a hall.

"This is my room" he said showing them the inside of his room.

They were in awe of how big it was.

As they went to see Tony's they saw a sleeping figure in a room down the hall.

"Hey who's that?" Flash questioned.

Clint turned around and chuckled. "Do you guys think its time to wake wimpy up?"

Everyone was confused when Tony, Steve, and Sam who came out of nowhere, nodded.

As they walked in the room, they noticed how trashed it was.

They couldn't see the persons face as to their back was facing them.

"Can I wake him up?" Sam asked.

Tony nodded and pulled out his phone to record the scene.

The class watched as Sam yanked the covers off and pulled on the boys leg.

The boy yelped, sitting up and drawing his legs to his chest.

Sam laughed.

"Aw you scared wimpy" Clint laughed.

Then they saw the face, Peter Parkers face.

"Penis Parker!" Flash yelled.

Peter jerked his head up to see his classmates.

"How- what- why" Peter stuttered.

"Oh you know him?" Tony asked.

"Yeah he's in our class" Flash respond.

Clint pulled out Peters phone and saw all the texts his friends sent him.

"Ohh thats why your phone was blowing up last night, your friends were warning you." Clint laughed.

Peter put his head down and messed with his fingers.

"Why is everyone in Pete's room?"

There was only one person who called him that.

Bucky.

Bucky saw how broken the kid was when Peter looked up at him.

"Hey Buck did you just get back?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

Bucky was sent on a mission last week.

He went and sat beside Peter, he noticed red on his hoodie sleeve.

"Hey what happened?" He asked, lifting Peters arm.

"N-nothing" Peter said, trying to move his arm away. Bucky held it in place as he pulled up his sleeve.

Peters sloppy bandages falling off in the process.

Everyone gasped. His class, Bucky, Steve, Tony, Clint, even Sam.

"Why Pete? Why would you do this?" Bucky asked.

"I-I just couldn't take it anymore."

"Take what anymore?"

"The names, the bruises, everything." Peter whispered, but everyone heard.

"What?" Clint asked.

"Being called, worthless, a burden, useless, ugly, stupid, and all those other names. Not having any freedom. It gets to you."

"Especially when your idols are the one making you fucking hate yourself." Peter said, tears threatening to spill.

It finally dawned on them that what they were doing was wrong.

They finally saw the broken boy that they shattered.

"Peter we're so sorry" Clint said.

Peter shook his head.

"I just can't believe that."

Y'all I'm sorry. I actually think this is okay though?

Should I make a part two?

Let meh know!!

I have school tomorrow, end me.

I'll see you guys when I update again!

🥒 "oH mEh GoD, iTs A sAlTy CuCuMbEr"