(A/N, hi everybody sorry for not updating recently. I've had ALOT of homework lately and that needed doing but now I'm back! please leave suggestions for who you want to see and if you want fluff, rebelion or anything really, thank you for reading so just enjoy the story!)

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*Natasha's POV*

I'm trying hard to comfort Peter, he really didn't deserve to go through this. he just didn't. he was too young, too innocent. Tears were spilling down everyone's cheeks, eyes red and puffy, Tony was bawling. so were me and Wanda. Peter looked up and whispered "I'm sorry." tears had dried on his cheeks. I could feel my heart break, he was smiling like usual.

how could i not realise it was fake. I'm a spy for fuck sake, how could I not protect him from the evil of the world. Bucky stood up knocking over a glass from Peter's bedside table. His eyes were glistening with tears, he opened his mouth to speak, but Steve spoke before he could say anything. "Peter," his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. "How. Why. WHY." Steve was yelling by the end and Bucky was rubbing circles on his back, while tears slipped down his cheeks.

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*Steve's POV*

"how. why. WHY." I yelled. i could feel the warm tears on my cheeks as i looked Peter in the eye, he was smiling. But this smile was full of pain, obvious pain.

"I can't do it anymore. Its j-just so hard, please just let me-" Peter pleaded, his smile turning into a frown, but Bruce cut him off. "don't finish that sentence." Bruce just got up and walked out of Peter's room, probably to his lab. Sam just looked at Peter opened his mouth and sighed, heading to the training rooms closely followed by Bucky, Scott, Pietro and then me. I couldn't deal with this anymore.

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*Peter's POV*

"Well, i should probably get going so...." I stood up to go train or watch a movie but i felt something grab my wrist, it stung for a minuet then i remembered. my cuts. I turned round to see aunt Tasha, shaking her head. "nope." she deadpanned, i must of looked confused because Clint said "How long have you been depressed?"
He studied my face for any signs of me answering but I knew the answer. "7 and a half months!" Wanda sobbed after reading my mind. from the look in her eyes I could tell she cared. NO. Don't be stupid no-one will ever care, with that thought I ran out of my room, tears forming in my eyes. with some avengers right on my tail.