Tony's P.O.V

"He shows signs of abuse, Tony." Nat says straight out. We all sit in silence for a couple seconds.

"Then what can we do about it?" Stephen asks.

"Well, since we aren't completely sure if I'm right, we'll have to look for more clues, I suppose."She answers back. We all look at the kid for a couple of moments, then we look back at the TV.

Abuse? How could she come to that conclusion? I mean, she did point out the red flags... and she is a spy, so I guess that wouldn't be so hard to spot.

But still. If the kid was getting abused, how would we be able to get it out of him? I've only known him for about 2 days.

"Nat, we've only known him for about 2 days. He would never trust us enough and tell us." I say looking back at the kid.

"Then we'll have to gain his trust. Though, that can take a while. So, during the time he's here we'll make sure he's alright. We can't push the subject on him." Nat explains looking at me with determination.

"How long do you think it'll take?" Stephen asks.

"It depends on how long he's been abused. But I would guess... a couple of weeks. If we're lucky." Nat says, a bit unsure.

"Wait, so you're saying we're just going to sit around here, while Peter is maybe getting abused? And we aren't doing anything?" Clint says a bit frantic. Nat has told me that he doesn't really like talking about these types of things. Plus, he has children, so it probably feels extra hard.

"I mean, we can't just barge in on him directly. We aren't sure if he's really getting abused. Happy said those bruises were probably from bullies." I say with a hint of hesitance in my voice.

We sit quietly for a couple of moments until Peter starts to shake. Tears roll down his cheeks and he mumbles quiet apologies. 

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Clint asks worried.

"I think he's having a nightmare." I say starting to shake his upper body, hoping he'll wake up.

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Peter's P.O.V

"May! Where are you!" I yell in our, now burning, apartment. "May! Please answer me!"

"...P...Pete...r...!" I hear all of a sudden from May's bedroom. I rush through the burning hallway and towards May's room. I open her door and what I see inside nearly makes me faint.

Aunt May is laying under some rubble from the falling roof. I make it over to her trying to lift the rubble off of her, but it's too heavy and it burns my hands, leaving nasty marks. I yell in pain and feel the flames behind us inching closer for every second that passes. I start to breathe in too much smoke, my eyes are burning with pain and I open and close them frequently and I feel light headed. But I have to stay awake, I have to be here with May.

"P...Peter... Please...! Get o-out... *cough*... Get out of here...! Otherwise you'll...you'll die...!" She says, getting caught in a coughing fit. "I love you... s-so much. ...P..lease... g-get out of here...! I love you...*cough*" She says and I hear her take her final breath. It was a sharp inhale. Then.... nothing.

Her head fell limp on the floor, her face losing that bright rosy color she always had and a haunting smile was plastered on my, now dead, aunt.

I feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks and I feel the flames close to my back, it hurts like hell, but I give May a kiss on her forehead, stand up and try to make my way out of this burning mess.

"I love you May! And I'm sorry...!" I say, feeling horrible for leaving her. I look back at her one last time and I see her dying smile on her lips. It's that smile she always gives me when I'm upset, telling me 'Everything's alright. Everything's going to be okay.'

I inhale even more smoke and it feels like I'm about to pass out, but I continue my way out, out of the building.

I see people. Some are coming up to me. They grab me. Shake me.

Trying to wake me up.

"..."

"P...et...er...!"

"...Peter! Wake up! It's just a dream!"

I open my eyes, fall to the floor and start to gasp for air. But I can't. It's like I can't remember how. I can't see anything from the tears covering my vision and sounds around me are more like annoying *buzz* sounds. Someone is holding my shoulders, probably trying to talk to me, but I can't hear a thing. It's just annoying sounds flying around the room... until it becomes quiet and I only hear the brumming of one voice.

"...n... ou... in... and out... just like that Pete. Breathe, in and out..." A familiar voice is telling me. Fewer tears fall and my vision is starting to return. The familiar voice continues to calm me down and I look to my right at the person that has been trying to calm me down for, god knows how long. And of course, it's Mr. Stark.

Before I can say anything, he pulls me into a hug. I feel more people around us, joining the hug, and... I don't understand why. This... why are they being so kind to me? All I've done is cause trouble. Heck, they even had to calm me down from my nightmare, but they haven't done anything to hurt me... and... I...

"..."

...I... I don't... understand. I've... I've never... No one... has ever done... this... since I got to the orphanage...

I... I can't remember...

...Is this what a family felt like...? Is this how my life used to be...? Just being able to get a... hug... when you weren't feeling good...?

...I don't understand...

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I start to silently cry again, but this time, it's just small tears rolling down my cheeks. I start mumbling apologies, hoping they won't fire me.

"Pete... It's okay. Don't worry, we're here." Mr. Stark says rubbing circles on my back. I look around me and see Mr. Stark, Dr. Strange, Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton all sit around me on the floor.

"You alright kid?" Mr. Barton asks worried. I nod and look down at my hands, fidgeting with my sleeves. I then realize that I feel asleep, AT MY INTERNSHIP.

"Oh! I am...I'm so sorry for falling asleep Mr. Stark! It won't... I promise it won't happen again sir!" I say looking up at him, fearing more tears will spill. I am expecting him to be furious. But... he isn't.

"Kid, it's okay, don't worry about it." He says, giving me a soft smile. "But I'm going to guess you had a nightmare, correct?" I look back down at my hands and nod. "You wanna tells about it? But you don't have to, of course!"

I stay quiet, contemplating if I should tell them.

"...It was about..." I start, but I feel tears rolling down my cheeks, just thinking about my dream.

"It's okay Peter, you don't have to tell us." Dr. Strange says with a soft voice. I take a deep breath. Then start talking.

"It was about... umm... when my aunt... died..." I start, taking another deep breath. "It was my birthday... 11th birthday and... I was... I was walking home from school. But when I got to the apartment... it was... the apartment was on... fire. There was a lot of fire... and a lot of people were outside, but I... I couldn't see my... my aunt, so I ran into the burning building, like an idiot, and to our floor. I found her in... she was in her bedroom... and she was being... crushed by some rubble from the falling roof. I... I tried to help her but... but the rubble was... it was too heavy and it... burned my hands." I say, showing them my hands, which had old burn marks on them. "She told me to get out of there and... and how much she loved me... and then..."

"..."

"She took... her last... breath..." I finish, still looking down at my hands and feeling the tears fall quicker and quicker. "I...- I couldn't... save her..."

It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was my sobs. When was the last time I cried in front of someone, or in this case, people?

"Peter... When did this happen?" Dr. Strange asks me softly.

"...4 years ago."

"Does this happen often?" Ms. Romanoff asks. I don't answer, but I guess she knew the answer already from the silence. Then I realize I probably slept for hours.

"Umm... Mr. Stark, what time is it...?"

"Hmm? Oh... umm, Friday?"

"It is currently 6:16PM. Mr. Parker's workday end at 7:30PM." Friday says. I breath out a relieved sigh.

"Well... since we still have time, we should probably get back to work." Mr. Stark says and my face lights up a bit. So we all stand up, Ms. Romanoff, Dr. Strange and Mr. Barton sit back down on the couch and me and Mr. Stark make our way over to the elevator. I wave goodbye to everyone (Including the cloak, that flew off of me when we all stood up).

The elevator ride down to the lab is quiet. Neither one of us is saying anything.

After a couple more seconds the elevator *dings* and we step out.

"So Pete, what do you say about helping me with my suit?" Mr. Stark asks and my face lights up like before and he chuckles a bit. Then we get to work.

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Around an hour later I had to go. Mr. Stark offered to drive me again, I tried to tell him he didn't need to but he didn't take no for an answer.

So now, I'm sitting in his car again on our way to the orphanage, but this time I gave him the right address. He didn't question the different address, which I was thankful for.

20 minutes later, we arrive at the orphanage and we say our goodbyes. But before I can leave the car Mr. Stark starts to speak.

"Kid, wait. *sigh* If you-... If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone... just remember you can talk to me, or Stephen, or any of us, okay?" He says and I get a bit surprised. Tony Stark just said I could talk about my problems with some of the Avengers. Huh. I nod and step out of the car waving goodbye to him. Then he drives off.

I hurry to the orphanage, get a small beating and then head up to my room to change to my suit. I make sure to lock the door and then I jump out of the window and start swinging through Queens. I stop a couple of muggings, a bank robbery and I stop a fight between two drunk dudes.

All's good until, of course, I hear tin can himself behind me. Getting closer to the roof I'm sitting on. And as usual, we don't really have a conversation. Instead he just tries to shoot me right away. I avoid the laser and I start to try and swing away, but before I can jump off the building, an arrow flies in front of me and nearly hits me, if it weren't for my spidey sense I would 've been dead a long time ago.

"Woah! Watch it Hawkeye! I could've gotten hit!" I yell, spotting him on another building.

"That was the point!" He yells back, and I can tell that he's really pissed that I always avoid his arrow. Buuuutttt... I don't really feel like having an arrow in my head. Sooooo... I'll just keep avoiding.

I start to swing off to the roof Mr. Barton is on and 1 minute later, he's screaming profanities at me, covered up in webs. But all of a sudden, I hear a strange sound behind me, so I turn around and just barely avoid some weird magic weapon Dr. Strange tried to attack me with. Dr. Strange tries to make a portal behind me but I web his hands up, then kick him in his stomach, webbing him up in the process.

"Stephen!" Mr. Stark yells and flies towards me with full speed. He shoots a laser, which hits me on the shoulder giving me a nasty burn and I get flown back, over to another building. I look up and see Mr. Stark at Dr. Strange's side, but I can't look that long because out of nowhere, Ms. Romanoff starts attacking me and I have to focus on that. We do hand-to-hand combat and my moves starts to slow down because of the pain from the burned shoulder, which gives her opportunities to get some good hits on me. She takes out a knife, mid-combat, and I feel her getting in some small cuts here and there.

'I have to get back to the orphanage' I think to myself, so I jump over to another building, jump over her so I can stand behind her, and web her up. I look back over at Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange, Mr. Stark is trying to cut through the webs, so I hurry off, hoping they won't follow me, which they don't. My spidey sense didn't tell me if anyone was behind me, so I think I'm good.

I get to the orphanage a couple of minutes later and hurry into my room through the window, then I change into some 'nicer' clothes quickly. Basically, sweatpants and a t-shirt. I lay down on my 'bed' and check the time. 2:11AM. 3 hours of sleep. Noice.

It's crazy to think that earlier today those people that are trying to hunt me down, calmed me down from a panic attack. Well... What can you do about it.

I close my eyes and quickly drift off to sleep.

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A/N

Hi!

Here's kind of a short chapter, or, well... short-er than usual. I just wanted to get in a chapter as quick as possible...

I didn't have that much time this week so I'm really sorry about that!

But...! There is some good news!

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SPIDER MAN IS BACK IN THE MCU BABY!!!

I am so fricking excited! The 3rd installment of the homecoming-series will come out july, 2021.

So let's just all take a moment and celebrate these news!

Oh yeah, also fun fact. My ballet teacher is also a Marvel fan and today she showed me one of the comics she owns (I can't remember which one it was).

But That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz