An-Peter and the team get stuck up in a fight, and the bad guy makes Peter tell his deepest secret

TW-Blood, assumed rape/sexual assault

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"Pathetic, you can't even catch a simple villain." The man seethed, Peter squinted, he looked normal but had strange abilities.

"You're just a petty bitch," Peter said with a shrug. His hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were bound together. The rest of the tied up team rolled their eyes at Peter's antics.

"Like come on man! Come up with a more original backstory then 'The Avengers destroyed my home'." Peter demanded. The man laughed in Peter's face.

"No, more then anything I am mad that you cannot work as a team. If you work as a team countless lives would not have been lost." The man said, Peter sighed.

"Dude, we are literally a team of superheroes, we're a family. You can't get much closer than that." Peter said, the man crouched in front of Peter.

"Really. Well, secrets can tear families apart. The secrets kept from us, and the secrets we keep from others." The man said, Peter's breath was caught in his throat, his eyes widening.

"You would know all about that wouldn't you?" He said, leaning in closer to Peter. Who scoffed and laughed.

"I'm a seventeen-year-old, of course I have secrets." Peter scoffed, the man's smile only widened.

"Really, because I'm pretty sure you have some damning secrets. Tell me Peter, would you tell them to save your family?" The man said, pulling out a conveniently well hidden knife from his pants. He pressed it to Tony's neck. Peter opened and closed his mouth, there is no way he could know about him.

"I'll tell you anything, just, just don't hurt them. Hurt me." Peter pleaded, trying to tear away the robes on his hands. The man just smiled, pressing the knife firmer onto Tony's neck. Tony's eyes widened, tilting his head back to reel away from the knife.

"OK, but if you don't tell me what I want he gets it." He said, Peter nodded, screwing his eyes shut to think of his most damning secrets.

"I've been in a secret relationship with MJ for over two years." He said, the man smirked, pressing the knife harder, drawing blood.

"Think earlier." He said.

"I was there the night my uncle died, he jumped in front of the bullet for me. He was only at the convenience store because I ran out of the house because we had a fight." Peter said, the man tutted and pressed the knife further.

"Not good enough Peter. Think Skip Wescott." He said, Peter's breath caught in his throat. He could feel the blood draining from his face, his limbs losing all strength, his stomach churning, bile rising in his throat.

"How do you know about him?" Peter whispered, the man chuckled.

"I have some very nifty mind-reading abilities." He said, pulling the knife away from Tony only to press it to Peter's neck. Peter breathed in relief, he couldn't let Tony die, he wouldn't. Honestly right now he was terrified, so ready to die.

"Have you ever wondered why Peter talks about himself like he didn't come into existence until he was nine? Ever wondered why he is repulsed by touch? Ever wondered why he wakes up screaming and crying from nightmares? Ever wondered why he is mistrusting?" He asked, Peter stiffened. The man laughed, pressing the tip of the knife into Peter's throat.

"How about I show you?" He said, peter shook his head frantically.

"No, no, please, please I'll, I'll do anything, they, they can't know. Please, I'm begging you, please don't show them." Peter begged, tears slipping out of his eyes. He pressed his eyes closed in desperation, fighting against the bonds.

"You can, you can kill me, you can do anything just please don't show them!" Peter cried, thrashing against the bonds harder.

"Pete, it can't be that bad, just tell us." Tony said gently, Peter shook his head.

"NO! You don't understand!" He snapped his eyes open when the bonds disappeared. He as back in the apartment, back before Ben died. Back with Skip. The team were hovering above him, watching in confusion.

He saw the turned back of Skip and stumbled backward, his back slamming into the wall behind him. Skip turned around and smiled at him, stepping forward. Peter pressed himself against the wall, frozen in fear. The tears were running down his cheeks, his mouth opening and closing in fear. He couldn't move, he couldn't scream.

"You can't run from me Einstien." HE said firmly, Peter shook his head.

"NO! No, no, no, I don't want to. I don't want to." He pleaded, Skip only laughed darkly.

"Come on Einstien, it'll be fun like last time. Don't you want to make me happy?" Skip said, Peter flinched when he stepped forward.

"No, it hurts. Skip I don't want to. I don't want to." Peter pleaded. He knew this wasn't reality, but he was back there and he couldn't get away. He was trapped and he was scared.

"Come on Einstien." Skip said, reaching an arm out towards Peter. Peter clenched his fist and threw a punch, only for Skip to catch his small hand. Peter's breath hitched, he was eight again. Tiny and sick, wire-rimmed glasses, long floppy hair and light up shoes.

"No, let me go! Skip let me go!" Peter screamed, Skip just smirked and turned Peter around by his arm, pinning it painfully behind his back.

"Come on, we're just having fun." He soothed, running his other hand under Peter's shirt and up and down his spine, pressing Peter's behind into his crotch.

"I'm not scared of you anymore!" Peter screamed, Skip just tutted behind him.

"Then why did you wet yourself?" He tutted. Peter squeezed his eyes shut. Skip used his hand to pull down the back of Peter's shorts, Peter squirmed and kicked his legs, flailing his hand to try and hit Skip.

"I don't want to! I don't want to! Please Skip, please don't make me!" He begged, Skip just shushed him, he loosened his grip on Peter's arm enough that Peter could wrench it out of his grip. He pulls his small shorts back up, slamming his foot down onto Skip's. He whipped around and slammed his knee into his crotch, then slammed his tiny palm into his nose, it started gushing blood onto the carpet.

When Peter looked around himself and found himself back in the basement with the others, he looked down at his hands and found them unbound and seventeen years old again. He backed up against the wall, the man was gone, but the team were left. Peter had made a mess of his pants, and he was bleeding from his neck. Tony quickly loosened his bonds and rushed over to Peter, who shrunk away from him.

Peter brought his knees up to his chest, pressing his head into his knees, hiding his head in his arms, "No, go away. Go away. Go away." He muttered over and over again, Tony stepped back in shock, quickly helping the team out of their bonds. Peter was still pressed against the wall, still muttering for them to leave him alone.

"Bruce, what do we do? We need to get him out of here." Tony said, Burce nodded.

"There are sedatives in the jet. I need Peter's so we can keep him asleep while we get him to the jet and back to the compound!" Bruce said urgently, Natasha ran out of the building, quickly returning with the supplies.

"He's not going to want anyone near him, someone needs to hold him down," Bruce said. Bucky and Steve nodded, advancing on Peter, who's head snapped up.

"Please, please, please. I don't wanna, Skip I don't wanna, don't wanna, it hurts." He pleaded, Steve and Bucky's heart broke at the sight.

"Pete, it's us, it's Steve and BUcky. You aren't there anymore. You're gonna be ok." Steve said gently, Peter shook his head. Bucky lunged and caught Peter around his torso before he could bolt. Steve held down his legs while Bruce came froward with the syringe. Peter was screaming bloody murder, writhing in Steve and Bucky's grip, pulling and yanking, kicking and flailing. The screaming finally stopped when Bruce injected the sedative. They all stepped back from Peter who was slumped on the ground.

"Someone pick him up. We can get him into a change of clothes in the jet." Bruce said softly, Bucky nodded and picked up Peter's limp form.

"Why did he think we were that guy?" He asked, Bruce sighed, leading them out of the building.

"He was most likely having a flashback. He couldn't tell the difference between the memory and reality." Bruce said softly.

"He was so small." Tony whispered.

"I think I know what happened to him that he didn't want us to know." Natasha said, leading the way up the steps to the jet.

"I think we all do." Bruce said quietly, watching as Bucky dropped Peter onto one of the medical beds. Tony stepped forward, pulling the spare clothes out of the drawers underneath.

"Turn around, he'll feel violated if anyone else sees him." Tony said. They nodded, turning away.

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Peter woke up shakily, the first thing he noticed was that someone had changed his clothes. He instantly felt the aftereffects of the sedative and panicked. He didn't know where he was, he couldn't remember how old he was and he wasn't sure whether he was even real. He cried out and tried to move his limps, but they were held down by leather straps. He cried out again and tried to break the bonds but they were too strong. He could feel the overwhelming panic, and the lack of air in his lungs. He was scared, he just wanted it to go away.

The door slammed open making Peter cry out again, he could see someone rushing towards him but his vision was blurry with tears.

"Peter! I need you to calm down! You're in the Avengers compound, in the med-bay. My name is Bruce Banner and your name is Peter Parker!" Bruce shouted, Peter instantly stopped struggling, blinking away the blurriness.

"Bruce? Is this real? Am, am I real?" Peter stuttered out.

"You're real Peter. This is real. No ones going to hurt you." Bruce said gently, with a nod Bruce stepped forward and started undoing the leather straps.

"Can you tell me how old you are? And what you last remember?" Bruce asked gently, Peter took in a shaky breath.

"Seventeen. We were in the basement, and the bad guy made you guys watch my secret." Pete said, his breath hitches in his throat. When the final strap was gone Peter turned away from Bruce. He curled in on himself on his side, tears dribbling out of his eyes.

"Oh, Peter," Bruce said softly as Peter's body started shaking with sobs.

"Peter, what happened to you is nothing to be ashamed of. Our opinion of you has not changed, we still love you. We will support you through this." Bruce said softly, a Peter wiped his face and sniffed.

"I was so scared. It was so real. I though, I thought I was back there and I, I thought he was gonna do it again. It hurt so bad." Peter whispered, Bruce nodded.

"Peter, can I touch you?" Bruce asked gently, Peter was silent for a moment. Then he nodded shakily, Bruce reached out a hand to rest on his shoulder. Peter turned suddenly to face Bruce, wrapping his arms around Peter's middle, sobbing into his stomach. Bruce sighed, tears pricking in his eyes.

"You're ok. You're ok." Bruce soothing, his own tears joining Peter's.