Avengers Tower
Peter could remember it all too well.
Aunt May’s lifeless body. Happy begging for him to run. The FBI open firing.
It all hurt too much.
He had lost everyone, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, his parents… and even his best friend and his girlfriend because they had believed the stupid lie that he killed mysterio. Weren’t Ned and MJ supposed to stay with him?
He swung on the air, clinging onto the web until he finally landed on the Statue of Liberty. It was quiet and relaxing with nobody going as far as throwing bricks through his window reading the words: ‘We Believe Mysterio’.
All of this just felt like a stab to the back.
The only thing Peter Parker wanted right now was just to be able to jump off right now and die, but each time he came he was too much of a coward and cursed himself for it.
Pushing his hand in his pocket of his hoodie which he was wearing over his suit he pulled out the only friend who hadn’t left him.
A shard of bloody glass.
He knew it was wrong but couldn’t help it as he pulled up his sleeve (forget the fact that he can’t pull up the sleeve to his suit please) and he pressed the cool, comforting weapon to his skin. A wave of release drowned him and he dragged the dragged edge along his skin, watching as the droplets of blood began to rise and eventually started to fall.
Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him. A sound he only knew too well.
Shoving the glass back in his pocket and tugging his sleeve back down, he turned around to be met by no other than Tony Stark.
He landed and as the sound of what seemed like a fan died down, Tony took a few steps forward to meet the young superhero. He held it his hand and Peter reluctantly shook it. During his one moment of relief, Tony just had to come and ruin it, didn’t he?
“I’ve just went to your apartment and a drunkard told me you moved. Why? Where’s your new place? Why didn’t you tell me?” Demanded Iron Man.
“I couldn’t pay the bills and stuff s-so I had to - erm - sell it. I didn’t think of telling you.” Stuttered the teenager, his eyes locked on the man’s shoulders rather than his eyes.
“And where do you live now, Parker?”
Peter thought hard but he couldn’t think of a lie. He didn’t want to tell him but he had no choice.
“‘Have nowhere else to go… I’ve just been swinging around town, y’know?
Tony’s eyes widened in surprise but quickly went back to normal.
“Is that so? You can stay at the avengers tower instead of staying 3 days a week like you usually do. It’s not safe for you out here, especially not now due to the circumstances of the leak of your identity. Happy is waiting in the car down below. Follow me, Parker.”
Peter obeyed the millionaire and, tugging his now worthless mask back on now that everyone knew what he looked like, he trudged behind him.
He had lost everyone, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, his parents… and even his best friend and his girlfriend because they had believed the stupid lie that he killed mysterio. Weren’t Ned and MJ supposed to stay with him?
He swung on the air, clinging onto the web until he finally landed on the Statue of Liberty. It was quiet and relaxing with nobody going as far as throwing bricks through his window reading the words: ‘We Believe Mysterio’.
All of this just felt like a stab to the back.
The only thing Peter Parker wanted right now was just to be able to jump off right now and die, but each time he came he was too much of a coward and cursed himself for it.
Pushing his hand in his pocket of his hoodie which he was wearing over his suit he pulled out the only friend who hadn’t left him.
A shard of bloody glass.
He knew it was wrong but couldn’t help it as he pulled up his sleeve (forget the fact that he can’t pull up the sleeve to his suit please) and he pressed the cool, comforting weapon to his skin. A wave of release drowned him and he dragged the dragged edge along his skin, watching as the droplets of blood began to rise and eventually started to fall.
Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him. A sound he only knew too well.
Shoving the glass back in his pocket and tugging his sleeve back down, he turned around to be met by no other than Tony Stark.
He landed and as the sound of what seemed like a fan died down, Tony took a few steps forward to meet the young superhero. He held it his hand and Peter reluctantly shook it. During his one moment of relief, Tony just had to come and ruin it, didn’t he?
“I’ve just went to your apartment and a drunkard told me you moved. Why? Where’s your new place? Why didn’t you tell me?” Demanded Iron Man.
“I couldn’t pay the bills and stuff s-so I had to - erm - sell it. I didn’t think of telling you.” Stuttered the teenager, his eyes locked on the man’s shoulders rather than his eyes.
“And where do you live now, Parker?”
Peter thought hard but he couldn’t think of a lie. He didn’t want to tell him but he had no choice.
“‘Have nowhere else to go… I’ve just been swinging around town, y’know?
Tony’s eyes widened in surprise but quickly went back to normal.
“Is that so? You can stay at the avengers tower instead of staying 3 days a week like you usually do. It’s not safe for you out here, especially not now due to the circumstances of the leak of your identity. Happy is waiting in the car down below. Follow me, Parker.”
Peter obeyed the millionaire and, tugging his now worthless mask back on now that everyone knew what he looked like, he trudged behind him.
