A/N

I should  probably put a little trigger warning to this chapter since (I think) It's a bit more "disturbing". Maybe, maybe not.

Anyways, Enjoy the chapter!

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Peter's P.O.V

The elevator doors opened and a wave of loud noises came flooding our way and I wanted to cover my ears, but that would probably look really suspicious. Mr. Stark walks out of the elevator first, then Dr. Strange and then me, and there in front of me they are.

The Avengers. The people I've look up to since the attack on New York some years ago.

They all turn their heads when they see Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange. But some of them notice me, including Ms. Romanoff. She gives me a reassuring smile and I smile back.

"Tony, who's that?" The Falcon asks confused, making more heads turn.

"Everyone, this is Peter Parker. He's the intern I told you all about. He'll be working with me in the labs everyday, except for the weekends." Mr. Stark says, again, sounding a bit proud. What's with that?

"It's nice to meet you, son. I'm Steve Rogers or Captain America." Mr. Rogers says, holding out a hand for me to shake. I nod and take his hand and shake it, fanboying on the inside. But I have that prefected facade on so no one will probably notice.

"Kid these are the Avengers, but you probably already knew that." Mr. Stark says with a chuckle, to which I nod. "You've got Capsicle, Birdbrain #2, Metal Arm, you've already met Nat and Birdbrain #1, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, living toaster, Midget Man and you've already met Bruce and Stephen. Thor is currently off worlds, so you won't meet him for awhile." Mr. Stark finishes, getting a few complaints from the names the others got called.

Then everyone starts to talk to each other and I just stand there awkwardly, fanboying on the inside. That is, until I feel like someone is watching me. I spot Ms. Maximoff and her eyes are red so I look down at the floor. 'Wait... I think I read somewhere that the Scarlet Witch could read minds... Oh god Pete don't embarrass yourself... Is she still looking...? Oh god she is... Umm... Hi...?' I panic to myself. I look back at her and her face seems to relax and her eyes turns back to their usual color. She gives me a smile, then starts talking with her brother and Mr. Barton.

"Oh yeah! Kid! Didn't you have that homework thingy or something?" Mr. Stark says all of a sudden, I nod and I feel my face turn to light shade of red. "Steve, he had something about... WW2... right?

"Umm... y-yeah..." I stutter, looking down at the ground.

"How about you tell him some things ice cube?" Mr. Stark continued.

"Sure, why not. Maybe Bucky can also tell you some things kid. What do you say Buck?" Mr. Rogers says with a confident tone. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Mr. Barnes nodded.

"Well, then that's settled. How about we have dinner first?" Mr. Stark asks and everyone says "yeah" or "sure". I stay quiet and continue looking down at the floor.

"So, what should we get?"

"Pizza!"

"No we had that yesterday."

"Chinese?"

"Now someones talking"

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So, they ended up ordering several boxes of chinese food and 15 minutes later the food arrived. During the waiting time everyone spoke to each other and I had some small conversations with Dr. Strange, Mr. Stark, Mr. Rogers and Dr. Banner. They were all very nice.

So now, I'm sitting at a dinner table with the Earths Mighetiest Heros eating chinese food. I'm sitting next to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner. Everyone is conversing or competing who can eat the most. I fill  my plate with as little food as possible, you know, they shouldn't waste it on me. Ms. Romanoff, who sits in front of me, notice how little food I have on my plate, but thankfully, she doesn't say anything. Can this get any weirder? And the answer is yes. 100% yes.

They start having a fricking food fight in the middle of dinner. It started with Mr. Wilson, Mr. Maximoff, Mr. Lang and Mr. Barton. They were the ones competing, and when Mr. Maximoff won, Mr. Barton threw food at him, but he missed and it hit Mr. Barnes. AND THEN Mr. Barnes threw food at Mr. Wilson (Because he thought Mr. Wilson threw food at him). Then it went haywire from there, and let me tell you. When Mr. Stark got hit it became a food war.

So, right now I'm hiding in the hallway to the kitchen, hoping no one will find me because if I make a mess, I'll have to clean it. I always have to. So it's probably for the best if I don't do anything. 

I hear them yelling from the kitchen and I put my back against the wall and slide down. I cover my ears and close my eyes.

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"Peter started it! It's his fault"

"What... No... I...I didn't... I swear..."

"Peter! Clean up this fucking mess!" Mrs. Thomas screams and she gives me a slap. "Everyone! To your rooms!"

Everyone leaves and I hear some of the kids laughing. Now I'm alone in the kitchen with Mrs. Thomas, and she is Not happy about the mess from the other kids food fight. I didn't do anything.

"Ma'am, I swear... I didn-" She cuts me off with a hard hit to my face. I stumble back, falling over a chair and hitting my head, I drag myself  over to the wall hoping she'll leave me alone. But of course she doesn't. Mrs. Thomas walks over to a dresser and grabs a belt out of it. Then she walks back and starts to hit me with it. It's painful.

"How dare you make such a mess! You are lucky Michael isn't here! Otherwise you would be dead! You hear me! Dead! You worthless piece of existence! You are worthless! Everything is your fault! You don't deserve to be alive!" She yells and I am on the verge of passing out. I feel blood rolling down my scalp and bruises and cuts appear on my body, especially on my arms. But then she stops. She walks over to the supply closet and grabs some cleaning supplies, then she walks back to me and throws the supplies at me.

"Clean up this mess, then meet me in the office." She says, sounding very harsh. Then, she leaves.

I sit alone on the floor, bleeding and bruised. I can't move. But if I don't clean this quickly, she'll get mad I took so long. I try to stand up, but it doesn't work. I put my head against the wall and feel warm tears stream down my cheeks. If I cried infront of Mrs. Thomas, she would've gone even harder and she would've probably enjoyed torturing me even more.

40 minutes later, I'm done. No one came down to the kitchen, thankfully. I swear, those little kids really hate me. Guess Mrs. Thomas has gotten inside their heads...

I walk over to the supply closet to leave everything. Then I walk over to the office, where she's waiting. I knock on the door, feeling my hand ache as it touches the hard wood.

"Come in." I hear from inside the office and I carfully open the door, stumbling in. "You took your time."

"Sorry ma'am."

"You know what's about to happen. Let's go."

She walks into to a really small room with no windows, but it has a small closet that I barely fit in. She opens the locked closet doors and pushes me in, making me fall to the ground. Then  she closes the doors and locks them again.

"Since tomorrow is sunday, you'll be staying here until monday. No food. Got that?"

"Yes ma'am."

Then I hear her leave the room and I sit in the dark closet alone. It has a small lamp on the ceiling, but I can't stand, so I can't reach it. I never liked enclosed spaces. It makes me think of the night the appartment burned down and when... May...died...

I start to weep. I can't stop the tears from falling. Everything hurts. How pathetic. 13 year old Poor, Worthless, Orphan Peter Parker, sitting on he floor weeping.

H o w  P a t h e t i c.

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I wake up with a shake. I look around and see Ms. Romanoff. She looks at me worryingly. I can hear the food war is still as alive as when I last heard it. 'Guess, they are still going at it. That means I wasn't out for that long' I think to myself.

"You alright Peter?" Ms. Romanoff asks softly. I nod, but I feel tears running down my face. I try to hold up a 'Reasuring Smile', but that fails miserably. I feel myself breaking down. I put my head on my knees and silently weep.

But the thing is. I don't know why.

Why am I crying? Something like this has never made me cry. Maybe it's because these people... because they are so nice to me...

Ms. Romanoff continues to comfort me and I calm down a bit. I notice she's about to call the others over but I grab her hand.

"...Please... Don't-... don't tell the others... especially not... please don't tell Mr. Stark... Please..." I plead to her silently. She looks at me, a bit unsure what to do, but then she nods. I give her a thankful smile and then she re-enters the food war, leaving me alone in the hallway to calm down. I probably look horrible. Maybe I can go to a bathroom. I carefully stand up and look down the long hallway.

"Umm... Friday... where's the bathrooms?" I ask nervously.

"Go down the hallway and then to your right." She answers, sounding sincere.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Mr. Parker."

"You can call me Peter"

"Alright, Peter."

I start making my way down the hallway and towards the bathroom and as Friday said, there on the right it was. I carefully open the door and my eyes grow twice their sizes. The bathroom was amazing.

(Imagine something like this, I'm too lazy to write how it looks like, sorry!)

I walk in and lock the door behind me as I continue to look around, but in the end I wined up infront of the mirror. Now I see how red my eyes are. You can clearly see that I've been crying. Maybe cold water will help? I turn on the tap and out comes a rush of cold water. I put some water in my hand and then splash my face. It's really cold, but it helped. Now my face doesn't look as red as before. I dry my face off with the sleeves of my hoodie becaues there's no way I'm touching anything in this room. It all looks so expensive.

"Really... How do people live like this...?" I ask myself quietly, chuckling in the process.

I then realize I should head back so I look at myself once more in the mirror, just to check that everythings alright-ish. Then I open the door and head back to the kitchen. It seems like they're done with their little "war", but I stay in the hallway for a couple of seconds. Just to calm down a bit more. Then I walk out into the kitchen and I get a little startled when I see everyone on the floor, covered in food. Well, except for Ms. Romanoff, Dr. Strange and Dr. Banner. They are sitting by the couches, watching TV, not even seeming bothered by the situation.

I just stand there frozen, not knowing what to do. That is, until Mr. Stark spots me and sits up from the floor next to Mr. Barton.

"Oh! There you are kid. You alright? Where did you go?" he asks as he stands up and walks towards me.

"O-oh... I was... umm, I was hiding in the hallway and then I... umm...I went to the bathroom real quick." He nods and then looks back at the messy room. I notice Ms. Romanoff is looking at me, but I ignore it.

"Well, since Sam, Clint, Scott and Pietro started this, you guys have to clean!" Mr. Stark says and four loud groans are heard from four differnet places around the kitchen area. "Now, Pete. How about we go back to the lab and...- Oh yeah! Cap! Barnes! You guys can come with us so you can help Pete with his homework."

My face turns red and I follow a food covered Mr. Stark to the elevator. Behind me are Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes, they are also covered in food, but not as much as Mr. Barton, he's turned into a food monster, literally. As the elevator arrives, we step in and I see Ms. Romanoff giving me one last glance before the doors close.

"You okay Pete? You look a little... uneasy." Mr. Stark says, now noticing my, kind of obvious, red and puffy eyes.

"I'm fine Mr. Stark...! I'm just... not... used to these things..." I answer and he doesn't push it.

The elevator doors open and we step into the lab. I walk over to my desk, with the homework, and the others follow behind. I show them the assignment and that's how I spent my friday evening. Listening to Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes talk about their time in WW2. It was really cool actually, and without even noticing, the time had struck 7:20PM. Which meant I had to go "Home".

I, again, tried to convince Mr. Stark to let me take the subway home, but he, again, refused. Saying something like: "No intern of mine will take the subway home this late". As he drove me home, he still hadn't changed into clean clothes so he was still covered in food.

We made some small talk and then 20 minutes later, we arrived at 'Happy Hills Orphanage'. I said goodbye to him, then I made my way out of the car and he drove off.

I walk into the orphanage and get a small beating. Then I head up to my 'room', lock the door, change into my suit and jump out the window to start patrol. Hopefully the Avengers won't come after me today.

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Patrol was really calm. just some small muggings and helping people. I am currently sitting on a rooftop looking over the city. That is until my spidey sense is telling me someone is close by. And it's not someone I recognize. I turn around and see someone in a... red... and... black suit...

Who is this?

"Aw, dangit! I wanted to scare you..." He says.

"Oh...Umm... I'm sorry... but... Who are you...?" I ask confused.

"Oh! How rude of me. Name's Deadpool, but for you, I could be Dearpool." He says holding out his hand for me to shake. I ignore the last bit and reluctantly shake his hand.

"Oh my god! I just shaked hands with Spider-Man! What a great day! I am Never washing this hand. Ever. Again!" He says, looking at his hand.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around here before..." I say.

"Oh! Yeah! Moved here not so long ago." He answers, sitting next to me.

"So what do you do then? I take it you're not some random person just wearing this suit for fun"

"First of all! I'm a mercenary. Second of all! It's fun to wear this suit..."

"And What? You've come to kill me? Nice. Life's pointless anyways."

"What? No dude. Why would I even...? Look. I only kill, quote-on-quote, "The Bad guys". Y'know, the people that want to hurt innocent people. Aaaand... you should probably talk to someone about this "Pointless life" stuff dude."

"Huh, that's... nice of you...? And trust me. There are people that have it wayyy worse than me. So why bother..."

At this, Deadpool stays quiet. We just looked out at the city.

"Well... Maybe it is a big problem, but You don't think it's big enough to be important. Am I right?" He says after awhile. I look at him a bit surprised. Then I look at the city again and chuckle a little.

"Yeah... maybe you're right..."

We make some small talk and after awhile, I realize I have to go. I stand up on the edge of the roof and look down on Deadpool.

"It was nice meeting you Deadpool. I hope to see you again some time." I say holding out my hand for him to shake, which he does.

"It was nice meeting you too Spider-Man."

I jump off the roof and head towards orphanage. I get in through the window and change to normal clothes, hiding my suit. Then I lay down in my 'bed' and drift off to sleep.

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A/N

Fuck Yeah! Finally!

First of all! I am really sorry this chapter took so long. I had a really busy week and next week will probably also be kind of busy. So updates will come, mostly, close to the weekends. I'm really sorry!

Oh yeah! If people are wondering why Peter doesn't "recognise" what love felt like, it's becasue, I mean, 4 years of abuse and the trauma from watching his last parental figures die in front of him. That really fucked with his head. Plus, since he's got hit in the head really hard a lot of times, he's lost a lot of happy memories. (I'm no doctor, that's probably not how it works, but... You can't stop me)

And another thing. The reason Nick Fury thinks SM can be "dangerous to society" is because it's like a "mysterio scenario". Where some random dude they thought they could trust turned out to be evil (That dude doesn't have anything to do with the plot). So Fury is just "careful".

That's All For Now Folks!

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

/Twizz