I just have a lot of feelings.

Erm. Some swearing. Would not recommend reading in front of parents or in school.

"Peter you should totally join the talent show!" Ned exclaimed to his friend.

"Ned. I don't have have talents. I don't have any notable talents anyway." Peter Parker-Stark replied. Ned rolled his eyes.

"You could show off your Spide-"

"No."

"What about your stren-"

"No."

"Well what abou-"

"No."

"You didn't even let me finish!" Ned whined. Peter chuckled.

"I just knew what you were going to say was stupid." Ned pouted childishly.

Peter smiled and gave a little hmph. "Love ya too."

Ned stuck out his tongue.

Silence came over the two friends as they walked to school. Peter gulped nervously.

"Well. Maybe I could...join the talent show."

Ned shouted in excitement. "YES!" Peter rolled his eyes and gave a little chuckle. Ned started to ramble on and on about what Peter could possibly do. Peter didn't catch any of it.

Peter was kinda regretting his choices.

Oh well.

Can't go back now.

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

The curtains opened to see Flash with a basketball in his hands and a hoop set up.

"Hey motherf-ers my name is Flash and I can do basketball." Several people in audience gasped.

And no it wasn't because he can do basketball.

Flash started a timer and jumped up and shot a basket. It missed entirely. Flash faltered but got a ferocious look in his eyes. He grabbed another ball from a huge basket of basketballs and shot again. It missed. He shot again. Another miss. Again? Another miss.

Everybody clapped and the curtains started to close.

"WAIT IM NOT DONE!"

The curtains closed anyway.

The director shooed the screaming Flash off the stage and the crew moved the basketball hoop, basket and the balls off into the back.

The director held a board and marked off Flash.

"Peter Parker?" Peter walked to the director and nodded. The crew set up a mic on the front of the stage. Peter coughed into his fist feeling the anxiety bubble up inside him.

Peter walked on stage, wearing his normal attire—a collared button up shirt, sweater, jeans, and running shoes. The curtains opened to a full audience with expecting eyes.

Peter caught his gaze on a group of people... a particular group of people. A particular group of superheroes. A particular group of superheroes called the Avengers.

He couldn't do this. He frantically looked back at Ned who was back stage. Ned gave him a thumbs up. Peter gulped.

"Um. Hi. I'm Peter. And I will uh being singing When The Party's Over by erm Billie Eilish." Everyone was quiet.

Pete looked back at the director with a nod. The music started to play.

"Don't you know I'm no good for you." Everyone in the audience was startled by the angelic singing.

I always get people hurt. Peter thought.

"I've learned to lose you, can't afford to." Peter sang, pouring his heart into it.

People have left me but I need them. Peter's mind swirled.

"Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'." Peter's heart pumped with adrenaline.

I've given up a lot to keep people alive.

"But nothin' ever stops you leavin'." His eyes teared up but he didn't cry.

Always...they always leave me.

"Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own." His heart thumped.

Nobody cares about me.

"I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that." A tear slipped down his cheek shocking some of the audience members including the Avengers.

I don't like it like that.

"Don't you know too much already." Peter sucked in a breath.

People knew about me being sad but they didn't care enough to help me.

"I'll only hurt you if you let me." Peter clenched his hands into a fist.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

"Call me friend but keep me closer (Call me back)." Peter bit his lip to try to stop his tears.

I was rejected by people who I loved.

"And I'll call you when the party's over." More tears slipped down his cheeks.

I want to people to realize I'm not happy as I seem.

"Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own." Peter looked around at the faces of people in the crowd.

Always by myself.

"And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that. Yeah I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that." Peter was hoping his voice doesn't crack, but it doesn't.

I DONT LIKE IT!

"But nothing is better sometimes." Peter looked at the side.

It's true.

"Once we've both said our goodbyes." Peter nodded to the piano.

...

"Let's just let it go, let me let you go." Peter got a look of anger on his face before relaxing. He was on stage. People would see his anger.

I want to let go. Let people go.

"Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own." Some of the audience members started to cry.

All by myself.

"I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that." As soon as Peter sang the last note the audience erupted in claps, everyone stood up, others too busy sobbing.

The three judges were wiping tears away and writing on their clip boards. The curtains closed as Peter stared at Tony with pursed lips.

Peter looked back at the crew and director. Ned was no where to be seen. Probably in the bathroom. Director gathered Peter in a tight hug and nearly picked him up.

"That was so good."

"Uh, um, thanks."

Peter walked to the bathroom and on his way he was stopped by Flash.

Flash looked nervous and couldn't look into Peter's eyes.

"I-I didn't know you could sing Parker. You, uh, did great." Flash sprinted away leaving Peter shocked. Him singing made Flash nice? Wow.

Peter ran to the bathroom deciding not to be stopped by anyone. Although there were many people who complimented him.

Peter burst through the door to find Ned on the floor.

"Hey." Peter sat down next to him.

"Hi."

"You good?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you on the floor?"

Silence.

Ned grabbed Peter and hugged him tightly. Peter felt his shirt dampening with tears.

"I didn't know you felt that way." Ned mumbled into Peter's shoulder.

Peter clapped Ned's back in a friendly manner.

"It's okay, not a lot of people did except for a few." Ned gulped and wiped his tears away, sniffling. 

"And they weren't me? I'm your best friend Peter!"

"Well I did tell you, you just...forgot." Peter looked to the side knowing his friend would probably cry again.

"Oh Peter." Ned grabbed Peter into a hug again.

"Oh we're doing this again. It's okay Ned."

"No it's not."

"It's okay." Peter insisted.

"I FORGOT ABOUT YOU BEING SAD! I'm a horrible friend."

"No you're not." Peter responded plainly.

The bathroom door opened to see Tony Stark in all of his glory.

"Peter, I need to talk to you." Ned shuffled up onto his feet knowing he had to leave this private discussion.

Silence rang over the two, mentor and student, father and son.

"Pete-"

"No. I don't want to talk about it. Please." Peter said meekly. Tony sighed.

"We're going to either way, sooner or later." Tony gathered Peter into a side hug.

"When you're feeling sad talk to me, okay?" Peter nodded.

"Come 'ere bud." Tony opened his arms, letting Peter jump into his arms into a great big hug.

Peter cried into Tony's suit letting pent up emotions flow out. Tony patted his back.

"It's okay Underoos."

"Let's go home Dad.." Peter smiled.

"Sure thing."

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Bonus:
(Yes this is based of my good friend (Read: my brother and bestest friend in the entire world whom is my number one) Lang_Freeman 's book, Yeet.)
Ned > Peter

Ned: You won the talent show.

Peter: wow.

Ned: You made a lot of people cry.

Peter: yeah I noticed.

Ned: I would not suggest going to school tomorrow.

Peter: why.

Ned: Girls and guys alike will be all over you. I mean it.

Peter: wow.

Ned: gn

Peter: gn

Log ended.

A/N: I told you, a lot of emotions.