An-Peter has a fight with his boyfriend in the middle of the common room and breaks up with him, only for Flash to hit him. ANGST

TW-Domestic abuse

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"Just drop it Flash!" Peter screamed, standing up from his seat and standing infront of Flash.

"I don't think we're safe to go in there for a while," Clint whispered to the team gathered in the doorway of the living room watching Flash and Peter fight.

"Maybe, but I'm staying here in case this goes south," Tony said firmly. The others nodded in agreement and kept watching the fight.

"I just don't get why we can't have sex!" Flash shouted.

"Because I don't want to! I'm not ready for it!" Peter shouted back, his throat raw and hurting to speak.

"Why not?! We've been dating for a whole year!" Flash shouted back.

"Because we're sixteen! I'm just not ready for that!" Peter shouted back, waving his arms around in the air. Flash stood up suddenly from his seat, making Peter take several steps back, he had never been remotely scared of Flash, but right now he was terrified.

"If you loved me you'd have sex with me!" Flash shouted. And Jesus was Peter rendered speechless by that, his mouth opening and closing, eyes wide with tears spilling out of his eyes.

"You asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you? There are other ways of showing love you through intamacy that don't include having sex! And I don't know what to say if that's what you think, that I don't love you if I won't let you stick your dick in me!" Peter screamed at the top of his lungs. Flash blinked multiple times in surprise.

"I didn't mean that." He said quietly. Peter's eyes just burned in response.

"Well, you fucking said it. What are you gonna tell me this time?" Peter demanded firmly, stepping up so close to Flash that their noses were almost touching.

"It just slipped out!" He exclaimed, looking down at Peter.

"Oh, good excuse. Then I want to break up. Oops! It just slipped out." Peter said. Flash stepped back, anger evident in his stance.

"You don't mean that." Flash spat. Peter threw his arms up in the air again.

"Maybe I do! Because I'm so sick of not being good enough for you. Not good enough to be seen with you in public, to be your dirty little secret. I'm sick of being ignored and, and pushed aside because you have more important things to be doing. I'm sick of it Flash! But maybe I was just a bet this whole time, what were you gonna do if I said yes? Tell all your little friends that I let you fuck me? That I'm such a whore and slut?" Peter demanded.

"No! I would0-" Flash was cut off by Peter.

"Don't even try it Eugene! I'm not gonna pretend that I don't hear you still call me Penis Parker and Puny Parker and poor orphan Peter Parker! Don't pretend that I don't hear you making fun of me in every class and every change room! Can you at least pretend you love me?" Peter shouted.

"I do love you!" Flash shouted.

"No, you don't! How many I love you texts have gone unreplied? How many goodbyes ignored? I'm sorry Flash but I can't keep pretending with you anymore!" Peter said desperately, his eyes puffy and red, tears wetting his shirt. He cried out when Flash curled his fist and punched Peter across the face. He shakily raised his hand, mouth hanging open and eyes wide as he placed his cold hand on top of the already red skin.

"Get out." Peter spat.

"Peter I didn't-" Flash started but Peter took a step forward, pointing to the elevator.

"Get out," Peter repeated firmly, voice dangerously quiet.

"Baby I didn't mean to-" Flash started again but Peter just pushed him towards the elevator, shoving his phone and wallet into Flash's hands.

"GET OUT!" He screamed, pushing Flash again.

"Listen to me! I didn't-" Flash was cut off again by Peter.

"I SAID GET OUT!" He screamed again. Flash finally took his advice and scampered out of the room, stepping into the already open elevator. Peter sat shakily on the couch, pulling one of the throw pillows to his chest and pushing his knees up against it. He barely noticed when the team slowly filtered into the room.

"Am I allowed to touch you, Peter?" Tony asked gently. Peter was silent and still for a moment before shaking his head no. Tony nodded.

"Okay, well I have some ice in a cloth for you." He said, holding it out as Peter slowly reached for it, taking it and pressing it against his cheek.

"Do you want us to leave you alone?" Tony asked. Peter's eyes snapped open, shaking his head frantically.

"No! Please don't leave." He begged desperately. Tony could feel the tears welling up in his eyes at the desperate and pleading look on Peter's face.

"We won't. We won't Underoos. Can I sit next to you?" Tony asked gently. Peter nodded scooching over so Tony could sit comfortably. Tony sat down slowly, staring at Peter whose bottom lip was wobbling, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"Is what he did wrong?" Peter asked quietly. Tony opened and closing his mouth repeatedly, rendered speechless by the admission.

"Yes. It's called domestic violence." Toky said, deathly quiet.

"Is it illegal?" Peter asked. Tony sighed, moving so his knee was up on the couch and he was facing Peter. The bruise was already blooming on his cheek with how hard Flash hit him. Even on patrol Peter's bruises didn't bloom that fast.

"Yes. If you want to press charges he could get a fine or probation or you could get an AVO if you think he's gonna hurt you again." Toky said. Peter nodded in understanding.

"I want to press charges," Peter said softly. Tony nodded slowly.

"Do you want to get an AVO?" He asked.

"Yes. I think he would try to hurt me again." Peter said softly.

"Do you want to talk about it more now or later?" Toky asked gently. Peter shook his head.

"Later," Peter said firmly. Tony nodded.

"Okay. FRIDAY send a recording of Peter's fight with Flash to my lawyers and have them go from there with a description of what Peter wants to do." Tony said. Peter sniffled.

"Can I have a hug?" Peter asked softly, looking up nervously at Tony who smiled.

"Course you can." He said with a smile.

"I'll get the ice cream," Natasha said knowingly. Peter sniffled, smiling slightly into Tony's side.

"Yes please."