An-Peter is homeless after the death of May and Ben, he doesn't have a suit and just fights crime by himself, when he's running from the police he accidentally breaks Tony's wrist, and Tony wants to know-how. Peter doesn't like to be called Peter, although I refer to him as Peter, he is called Benjamin by others.

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Of course, the police had to come after him today, he was having a good day, Mr Delmar had a bunch of leftovers he couldn't sell, he managed to wash his clothes, and he's found a brand new jacket. His backpack was thumped against his back. He was watching the officers chasing him, and didn't turn around in time and ran into someone, who hauled him up by his collar. He grabbed at their wrist as he panicked, he was not going back in the system, not today.

"Let me go!" He screamed, he looked up and saw none other than Tony Stark and almost faltered, but he didn't let himself show his surprise and squeezed a little, breaking his wrist, it broke with a crack and he dropped Peter. Peter didn't spare a glance and ran off, slipping into an alleyway and climbing up the wall. Tony was on the floor cradling his broken wrist, Happy was helping him up and was not at all happy about it.

"FRIDAY get me everything there is on that kid, I want to know why he's running from the police and how the hell he broke my wrist."

"Of course sir, I'll send it to your phone." Tony looked at his phone, frowning.

"What do you know happy, looks like we just found the spiderman." Happy grunted form the front seat, Tony was going to find this kid, fury had been on his ass about him for weeks.

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Peter was attempting to ignore his senses as he dug through the garbage, he's found a few good things, an old pair of shoes in his side, a new backpack, that would come in handy, his old one was falling apart. There was something behind him, and he assumed it was an alleycat, but was proven wrong when something pulled him back by his collar, spinning him around and holding him by his neck. The hand was metal, he tried clawing at it but was unable to stick to it to get some leverage. He cried out, tears springing to his eyes, his legs kicking and body squirming. He still hadn't torn his gaze off the arm holding him, he was not going to let someone put another collar on him.

"Woah, calm down kid I'm just holding you, not even trying to hurt you." A robotic voice said, making Peter look up, he was currently struggling with the one and only ironman.

"Well you currently have your hand around my neck, sorry if I don't feel very safe." Peter said back, the face mask lifted, revealing an unimpressed Tony Stark. He had a frown on his face, thinking clearly.

"OK if I let you go you have to promise not to run, I just want to talk to you." Peter narrowed his eyes but let out a small yes. The hand dropped him, he crumpled to the ground, landing on his hands and knees, he reached up to claw at his neck, coughing hard and almost throwing up.

"Jesus where the hell did you get that scar?" Tony said urgently, Peter was struggling to breathe.

"Foster kid I was in the group home with put a dog collar on me, the parents didn't notice for a week." Tony nodded, noticing how the boy wasn't struggling to breathe from Tony hurting him, it was because he was having a panic attack.

"Woah kid, you have to breathe or you'll pass out, follow my breathing." The boy nodded, letting Tony lead him in a breathing exercise. Once he was breathing correctly again he sat against the wall.

"You know, I was having a good day, found a pair of shoes, a backpack, haven't had to run from cops yet. Then you waltz into the hallway and make me have a panic attack." Peter struggled out, hugging his backpack to his chest. Tony crouched in front of him, Peter looked down to avoid his gaze.

"Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush, I've done a background check on you, and I want to become your guardian. You've got some skills, just a bad past." Tony said, watching the boy. Peter shook his head.

"Trust me you don't I've watched almost all of my guardians die." Tony rose an eyebrow, that wasn't in his file, "My mum and dad worked for SHIELD and got shot for their genetic research cause they refused to continue it. I came home from daycare to them dying. My uncle bled out in my arms a couple of days after my birthday. And I came home from school to find my aunt overdosing on paracetamol. Parker luck." Peter said, leaning back into the wall.

"Sorry kid, but you can't kill ironman that easy. How about this, you stay with me for a while, and if you don't like it you can at least get some new clothes and eat something other then deli meat." Peter looked up at him before nodding curtly.

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Tony had led Peter into the building and led him to a room. "I got FRIDAY to put a couple of things in there for you, noticed you had a camera, got her to put a photo printer thingy in there, and some glue tack. You have a bathroom and I've stocked the wardrobe with clothes. You have a couple of book shelves, I'll show you to the library. The only reason I found you were because there were reports of you in the library. If you want anything else just ask." Tony pushed open the door, making Peter's eyes widen.

"I have my own room?" He said quietly.

"What you thought I was gonna put you in with Cap? Of course, you have your own room." Tony said curtly.

"It's just, I haven't had my own room since I was a kid, I had to use my uncle's study, then when may and I moved we shared a room. The foster homes I usually slept in closets or shared rooms." He shrugged, slowly walking into the room, still hugging his backpack to his chest.

"You can unpack if you want, the backpack looks like it's going to burst. Take a shower, you stink. Cap's making dinner tonight, I'll introduce you to the team then." Peter nodded, carefully putting his bag down on the bed.

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Peter realised how much he missed being clean, and hot water. Hot water is amazing. He realised how soft his skin was when it wasn't caked with dirt and grime. Even his hair was clean, which it hadn't been in a long time. He also realised how much he missed clean clothes without rips. Strangely everything was the perfect size for him, which he appreciated, he considered burning all his old clothes. He decided on the plain black sweat pants and grey shirt, and a dark blue hoody, this was nice; being warm. There were even socks for him, socks. He had a small smile on his face as he asked FRIDAY for directions to the kitchen, where Tony told him he would meet him, he was fiddling with a piece of his hair, frowning at it, when it wasn't matted to his head it was extremely long, and he didn't have any hair ties, it reached halfway down his back. He'd always wanted long hair, he constantly begged May to let him braid her hair. He shrugged and started braiding his hair as he walked, it was easy really, except he didn't have any hair ties so he just let the end go, frowning when it sharted unravelling. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, Tony immediately noticed him and decided he'd try to be funny.

"Woah, you look completely different when you're clean." Peter narrowed his eyes, fiddling with the ends of his hair.

"Yeah well that happens when you're on the streets, not that you would know." Tony started laughing, earning the attention of the team who were happily seated around the kitchen island. Tony stood up straight again, narrowing his eyes at Peter's appearance.

"Oh, thanks for the clothes by the way, I'm considering burning the old ones. I haven't worn socks in years either." Peter said, Tony just nodded.

"I'll help you burn then honestly, don't want them dirtying my building. You need a haircut by the way." Tony said, reaching a hand out to pull on Peter's hair, making him scowl at him.

"I do not need a hair cut, just hair ties you idiot." Peter said, smacking Tony's hand away from his hair. Tony now noticed the scars covering Peter's face, Peter scowled at him.

"I know my face is ugly, you don't have to stare." Peter said, leaning his weight on the doorway. This gained the attention of the team who were now looking at his face, more specifically the deep scars running across his face, there were four, running diagonally across his face. Peter narrowed his eyes, he hated the pink scars at never seemed to fade on his face and neck, there were more, but those he hated the most.

"How the hell do you even get a scar like that?" A man said, Peter didn't recognise him, he narrowed his eyes at him, he had a metal arm.

"Let's just say, never give foster parents access to glass bottles. Apparently he didn't like me trying to get out fo the closet he locked me in." He ran his tongue over the scar on his lip, which was permanently disfigured, indented and smooth. They all had varying looks of horror, except the women, one with dark red hair, another with brown hair.

"What about the one on your neck?" A man said, who had dark blond hair, Peter turned to him and narrowed his eyes at him.

"You guys ask an awful lot of questions for not even knowing my name." He said, smirked at the embarrassed looks they adopted, "Foster kid I shared a room with at one point put a shock collar on me and put it on too tight, didn't turn it off at all, I started bleeding pretty quick, but the scars are from the constant contact with that much electricity." Peter shrugged, pretending he wasn't struggling to breathe, there was far too many people, and he didn't trust men all that much.

"Tony, who the hell is this kid?" A man said, Peter almost screamed when he realised he was in the same room with Captain America. But he didn't blanch, flinching away from Tony who tried to sling an arm around his shoulder.

"Already told you not to touch me, old man," Peter growled, moving away from him. Tony didn't take notice of Peter's anger.

"Kid, you look like an angry pomeranian." Peter scowled at him, "He's that spider kid, I looked him up and realised he was homeless, he's in my guardianship for the time being. He bounced through a lot of foster homes after his family died."

"Do you have a name?" The woman with red hair said he shrugged.

"Peter Parker, but I go by my middle name, Benjamin." The woman nodded, raising her hand to throw something at Peter which he easily caught without looking. He opened his palm to look at the object, a hair tie, he looked back up and raised an eyebrow.

"Keep it, I'll get you some more later as long as you teach me how to braid my hair like yours." Peter smiled lightly, already redoing the end of his braid and tying it off easily.

"Sure, as long as they aren't pink." He said, flicking the braid behind his back, Tony went to pull on his again, but his hand was stopped by Peter, "Don't make me break this wrist too." Peter said. Tony pulled away, rubbing his now sore wrist and muttering something. The woman waved him over and patted the seat next to her, he hesitated before slowly walking over to sit next to her. He sunk slightly into the seat, this is nice. He must have looked extremely content because one of the other guys said something.

"You look like you could just about start purring." He said, Peter scowled at him, he was a little taller than him, but his hair was darker, and there were a couple ants on him, but Peter just shook it off.

"I don't get the chance to sit in seats that often." He said, shifting in the seat, sighing happily. The man nodded, turning his attention back to his phone. The room was now quiet, far to quiet, he could now hear everyone heartbeats which was intimidating. He reached up to fiddle with the necklace around his neck without thinking about it.

"What's the necklace?" The metal armed man said, Peter blinked down at it, and shoved it back in his shirt, blushing lightly.

"Doesn't matter." He muttered except it did. One of his old friends got it for him before he went into the foster system, MJ was her name, she was closed off, but he really liked her, he had a crush on her for a long time. Somewhere inside him he still did. The necklace was silver, and had a small Bird on it, a crow to be exact. Peter had always adored them, he used to want to be a bird, but he turned into a spider instead.

"You know, you're allowed to open up?" The man said again, Peter narrowed his eyes, the memories of abuse flashed behind his eyes.

"Well excuse me if I don't want to open up because everyone I get attached to dies. Excuse me if I don't trust you, because let me remind you everyone I've trusted had hurt me, the scars on my body shout that loud and clear." Peter pushed back the chair and stood up, walking out of the room.

"Where are you going kid?" Tony said, Peter shrugged.

"Bed." He said simply, not halting when Tony called him back.

"Nice going Barnes, he probably won't come out now," Tony said, Bucky sunk into his chair. This was going to be fun.