Guess what this is, yet another unasked for song fic. To be totally honest, I had meant to write this weekend, but never got around to it. And also these stories don't take up all my motivation, these and the really short funny ones.

Peter POV:
(Peter doesn't have powers yet.)

It was 6:48, I was walking home
Stepped through the gate, and I'm all alone
I had chicken on the plate, but the food was cold
Then I covered up my face so that no one knows
I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble

Going home after school always was a battle. I'm wiped out by the end of the day, and that's when Flash is at his best for being a bully.
He beats me up to try and make me do his homework. I don't do it though because it's not honest, and there's no point. He'll beat me up either way. I try to avoid him as much as possible because there's no way I can beat him in a fight, not unless I got powers.

When my mom walked into the living room
She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"
I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"
She said, "Son, you gotta tell me why you're black and blue"
I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
Arriving at home after school is also a battle, though it's not physical this time. I have to go home and when May sees my bruises that I blame on me being clumsy because I don't want to hurt Flash's academic career. Though we both know that she doesn't buy my story. May knows that her only nephew, who is like her son, is getting beat up, and there's nothing she can do. And I have to watch how much it hurts her. She knows I don't want to fight with anyone, but the same can't be said for Flash.

And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mind was running, air was freezing
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

Today I had tried to fight back, despite l last time I fought back I failed. I fought back to show Flash no matter how much he beats me up, it won't benefit him in anyway. To show him you can't beat people into submission, they'll always get back up.

I distinctly remember how cold the air was, biting my skin as I raise my fists up slowly, as if I was still deciding whether or not to fight. Flash stood over me laughing, looking at me with empty eyes that know pain, and are willing to help others get to know pain.

I distinctly how my heart felt like it was about jump out of my chest from beating so fast. Whether it was from fear or adrenaline of the events to come, I don't know.

I distinctly remember my brain quickly raced through all the out comes, most of which don't end well for me. I take a couple deep breaths, the first few shaky, to calm myself, to help my lungs that are burning from the cold.

I distinctly remember that my chest was already aching where I had no doubt I was about to be hit. The cold air surrounding me, seeping into my skin, wasn't help either.

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen
Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Flash hurts me because of his own pain. He thinks that by making me suffer it will lower his own suffering, but it doesn't. You can't fight pain with more pain. You have make it out to the other side, to know that there is good in the world despite your pain.

Well, I squared him up, left my chest exposed
He threw a quick left hook and it broke my nose
I had thick red blood running down my clothes
And a sick, sick look 'cause I like it though
I said I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble
But then came trouble
After my hands were up I got into a sloppy position that almost mirrored what stance Flash gets into while he's fighting. I guess I was protecting my right side more because that's where I figured Flash would be most likely to attack. That failed me immediately as he threw a quick left hook, and broke my nose. I barely saw his fist move, but I felt my face explode after though. It felt as if thousands of needles were poking into my face all at once. I could feel the thick crimson blood dripping off my nose onto my clothes, and it was going to be a nightmare to get the blood off. I knew I had a sick look because I like this more than just being beat to a pulp without trying to standup for myself. Although I would rather get along with Flash then fight him.

And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mind was running, nose was bleeding
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this kid I'm ready for a fight
I distinctly remember how fast my mind was racing, trying to think of what move next. Should I punch Flash? Kick him? Kick him in the nuts and run? Trying to decide which move will get me hurt the least the next day when Flash comes back to reap the consequences of this fight.

I distinctly remember how fast my heart was pumping, beating the blood through my body quickly. I remember how my nose was taking a lot of that blood out of my body, and dumping it on my shirt. The blood was making it a lot harder to focus.

I distinctly remember how my chest was screaming from where Flash had punched me. I remember ignoring the pain, getting back up to my feet, putting my hands up, then telling Flash I'm ready for a fight.

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen
Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer
Flash curses my name because he thinks that it will bring him satisfaction. He knocks me out whenever he can, kicks me in the stomach even when I'm on the ground. He does all this to bring him satisfaction, but he's the who suffers. I can take a couple punches, it might hurt a little bit, but I go back and get cleaned up with someone who loves me, so who really is hurt more.

It was 6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hands from my broken nose
But like every other day, he was scared to go
Back to his house 'cause his pops was home
Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
"Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble"
At the same time I got home, Flash was slowly walking home, trying to spend as much time away from it as he could. He was walking home with the blood from my nose on his hands, but it doesn't stop his fear from gnawing at his stomach. He was scared of his father because he would get drunk and beat him up. It doesn't make up for him doing to others what makes his life miserable, but he's dealing with a lot at home. I hope for Flash's sake one day he can tell his father to, "Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble". I hope that Flash can successfully stand up to his father. 

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain
Every time you curse my name
I know you want the satisfaction, it's not gonna happen
Knock me out, kick me when I'm on the ground
It's only gonna let you down
Come the lightning and the thunder
You're the one who'll suffer, suffer
Flash hurts me to drown out his pain, but he should know better than anyone it doesn't help. If he's hurting he should try to help others from dealing with the same kind of pain, or stand up for himself. I take Flash's punches, but in the end the one in the most pain is the one punching me.

End. So ta da. I haven't updated in ages, sorry. But here is another story, requests are open so feel free to send me a couple, I might not write all of them though (most likely because I don't know what to write for it or it's not something I support).