An-The Avengers have been trying to recruit spiderman, and when they get reports he's on the edge of a building without his web-shooters they worry, they also find out he's a lot younger then they thought. (Peter is 14 in this and got his powers when he was twelve. No civil war.)

TW-Attempted suicide

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The team had surrounded Spiderman, he was currently crouched on the edge of a building, his web-shooters thrown to the side, through the comms Tony knew he was crying, he was behind the kid, and Natasha was in front on another building. Tony could see that he was sobbing, and it was shaking his body. If he knew they were there he didn't care, and if he didn't there was something really wrong, he always knew they were coming. Suddenly he stood up stretching his back before wiping his face clean of tears.

"I know you're there." He said quietly, still wiping off tears. He edged closer to the edge of the building, the tips of his feet hanging off, "If you're here to stop me don't bother, you can't" Peter now had half of his feet hanging off the building, and Tony had no idea how to get the kid down from the ledge. "I've got nothing left to lose if I die now. No one waiting for me when I get home." Peter laughed bitterly, "I don't even have a home anymore, I'm supposed to be shipped off to a foster family out of state." Tony was confused, he quickly signalled for Bruce to meet him on the building they were on.

"You've got yourself to lose," Tony said quietly, Peter turned to look at him, he was holding the goggles of his mask in one hand, Tony could see his eyes, and all he saw was pain and hurt. This wasn't the same kid who had snarky replies and told witty jokes while taking down muggers and rapists, or the same kid who laughed in the Avenger's faces when they fought him. Peter laughed again.

"You're wrong there, there's nothing left of me. I've lost everything to Spiderman, I've missed out on so much because of these stupid powers that I didn't even want." Peter was taking in shaky breaths, his whole body turned toward Tony, his heels hanging off the edge now.

"Like what?" Tony said carefully, trying to stall so one of the others could get to the bottom of the building, or pull him off the edge before he fell.

"Everything, my last blood relative, my aunt died because I ignored my senses, my uncle because I didn't get that robber. You know, I missed my middle school graduation because I took off to take down a robbery. I messed up my first date with a girl because I took off to stop a hostage situation. Behind the mask, I'm a nobody, a kid with no friends, no parents, all I am is this mask. Without it I'm invisible, and I don't want to be invisible anymore." Peter tugged off the mask, closing his eyes. "Under different circumstances, this would be a dream, meeting Tony Stark and the Avengers, but you guys have practically been trying to kill me for around six months."

"But you're just a kid, why do you do what you do?"Tony said, powering up ready for the kid to drop off.

"I was never a kid, I was forced to grow up. When you can do the things I can, and you do nothing, bad things happen because of you. With great power comes great responsibility." Peter said, balancing on one foot, dangling the other off the edge, Tony was frantically trying to find something to say.

"At least tell me your name kid!" Peter chuckled.

"Peter Parker." Peter smiled softly leaning back and freefalling in the air, it was nice, like they had always said, flying. His vision went black and he didn't mind.

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When Peter opened his eyes he was confused, he was supposed to be dead, a fall like that should have killed him on impact, but apparently it didn't. He was in a soft bed, tubes and machines connected to him. Where the hell was he? Suddenly the door to the room opened and in walked Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. Peter turned toward the wall, not caring if he dislodged some of the tubes. He heard them take a seat beside his bed.

"You know, you're hard to trace, I'll give you that," Tony said, Peter just shrugged one arm in response, this whole pretending not to care thing was getting really hard to do.

"You're a stubborn asshole, I'll give you that," Peter said, the room was silent.

"You aren't wrong, but I like to think I saved your life," Tony said.

"There's not much to save, because the second I'm better I'll be leaving everything I've ever known behind. Go to a nice foster home, with a nice foster family, and be passed around like pass the parcel. No one wants a fourteen-year-old kid with more mental health problems that you can count." Peter didn't realise he was crying until he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Come on kid, don't cry," Tony said, Peter only cried harder.

"I'm sick of pretending I don't care, people talk about me like I'm not even there. I'm so sick of pretending I'm fine when I'm not. I'm just so sick of trying." Peter said quietly.

"Well, you don't have to pretend you're fine anymore, or that you don't care. And someone does want a fouteen-year-old kid with more mental health problems then they can count, because I took liberty in adopting you the second we got back here. You remind me of myself when I was your age, and I don't want you going down the same routs I did. You're gonna be ok." Peter turned back around on the bed to look at Tony, only to sit up and throw himself into Tony's arms, letting out a small, 'thank you.' Tony just smiled in response.

"You'll be ok."