Summary- When Peter arrives home at the tower (adopted by Steve and Tony) and finds a new kid there, he doesn't think much about it. Until his Family starts to push him away

T.W- SADNESS. TEARS. PAINNNN. Get the tissues ready.

(Peter Parker)

I stepped out of the lift after a pretty bad day at school. Flash had been extra mean today also being more physical than usual.

"Hey dad. Hey pops" I say as I enter the living room not really paying attention to my surroundings as I enter the kitchen.

When I get no reply I look over and see another kid sat with my parents and the rest of my family.

Confusion takes me over as I walk over to them.

"Hello?" I ask unsure of what's happening.

No one looks at me as they laugh at the new kid.

"Hey Peter" my dad says, that's when everyone else notices me pops replies with "hey" and everyone else just nods in acknowledgment.

"who umm who is this" I question.

Everyone turns to me and i get a look at the boy, he looks to be around my age with black hair and blue eyes.

"This is Ben, he is the new intern here, we are going to give him a room" Natasha replies.

"Oh okay well hi Ben it's nice to meet you. Im Peter" i say holding out my hand to shake his.

He looks away and turns into my dads side, "Bambi what's up" he says carding his hand through Bens hair.

My heart breaks as that is my nickname not some random kids.

"I don't like Peter. I feel threatened by him" Ben says burying his head further into my dad's chest.

I can't help the laugh that escapes my lips.

Pops sends a disapproving look toward me and i shrink at the glare sent from all my family.

"Peter, i think it would be best if you leave" Pops says.

Everyone around the room nods and i feel my heart turn to dust

"Where am i meant to go?" i ask tears welling up in my eyes.

"Honestly we don't care we just don't want you here" my dad replies as tears begin to fall down my face.

I see everyone's eyes flash red but it disappears as quickly as it had come.

I see Ben smirking from his spot against my dad.

"I think it would be best if you don't come back Peter. We don't want you here, you were a mistake. A big one"Uncle Clint says.

I grab my bag and stumble out of the tower eyes blurred with tears and violent thoughts rushing to the forefront of my mind, i push them back to the dark depths of my mind and i collapse against a wall in an alley.

The night was cold, colder than usual for Peter for both the inside and outside of him; cold on the outside from the biting coldness of the frosty air; and cold on the inside from the bitter emptiness that has settled itself into his chest and deep within the roots of his heart.

His Dad's didn't want him, the ones who always said they would be there, that they would never leave him; kept him safe from the darkness in the world, but now they don't want him, how could they, i am just like Flash says.

I'm worthless.

My whole family, the people who were always there for me told me i'm a mistake; and i couldn't agree more.

That night i fell asleep against a hard wall, shivers and sobs racking my body every few seconds.

Hunger started to set in and i started to hyperventilate.

Soon the lack of oxygen got to me as i passed out for the rest of the night, cold, dirty.

Alone.

The next day i woke up wet to the bone as rain pounded down on me.

All the memories raced back to me like a flood gate and i cried again, even though i felt so hungry and thirsty.

I knew if i didn't get something to eat and drink soon i wouldn't be in a good condition but there is nothing i can do.

I decide there and then to skip school, not wanting to deal with Flash's tournament and constant verbal and physical abuse.

I start to aimlessly walk around and then i hear a scream.

I run into a different alley and get into my suit, knowing it is a bad idea considering how i feel but knowing i have to help.

No matter what.

I swing over to where i heard the scream from and see a man pinning a women by her wrist against the wall with one hand and the other holding a gun into her chest.

"Hey. Don't you know you shouldn't treat a woman like that" i say as i flip down into the alley.

Startling the man long enough for the woman to get away.

The man growls as he sees the women running away. He points the gun at me and starts to fire at me.

My spidey senses warn me for the most part of when and where the bullet will hit.

I become tired very quickly and my dodges become sluggish with my spidey senses slow down.

My spidey senses don't warn me soon enough as a bullet slices close to my heart.

Another soon lodges itself into my abdomen as i fall to the floor.

The guy runs as darkness slowly starts to envelop my vision.

I fight it though not quite yet ready, even though i know my family would be happy i'm gone, i just can't let go.

I stand shakily as the world around me spins as i lean heavily against the wall, i know i shouldn't go there, they don't want me there.

But i can't go until i see their faces one last time, even if they do just shout rude comments at me.

5 minutes later of swinging and too much blood lost later i land on the roof of the tower.

I stumble in through the balcony, blood trailing behind me.

I collapse into the common area, every head turning in my direction, faces contouring and eyes flashing red as i circum to the darkness around me, welcoming it with every fibre and bone in my body.

(Tony's P.O.V)

I swear to God i hate this Ben kid.

The fucking asshole is controlling all of us.

Peter arrived home and all i wanted to do was hug my kid but i couldn't, i couldn't do anything.

I had no free will.

As Peter comes over he starts talking to us and Ben lays his head on my chest.

All i want to do is pull away in disgust but i can't, then i call him 'Bambi' and that is only one persons name.

My sons name.

I see Peter's face turn into hurt and all i want to do is comfort him.

"Honestly we don't care we just don't want you here" i hear myself say.

Anger flares inside of me.

No, Peter please i care, we care so much, me and steve please kid.

I start to fight of Ben as does everyone else but he is just too strong.

"I think it would be best if you don't come back Peter. We don't want you here, you were a mistake. A big one" Clint says and i can't help but scream out in my head as i try so hard to get control and comfort my son.

He grabs his bag and stumbles out and i feel like someone has stabbed me multiple times in the heart.

We were all sat in the common room, i wasn't paying attention, my mind only on Peter.

It is raining and last night it was very cold.

I hear something from behind me and i turn around seeing my son stumble in blood pouring from wounds.

He falls to the floor and i start to fight Ben off needing to get to my son, I see Steve and everyone doing the same thing needing to get to our son.

I start to scream in my mind and soon i hear it become audible as i take control.

Once i regain control i turn to Ben and punch him as hard as i can sending him into unconsciousness, everyone snaps out of it and we all turn to Peter.

He is laying there chest only just rising and falling ever so slowly with every little intake of breath.

I run to him Steve by my side as we reach him.

I see he was shot in the abdomen and one very close to his heart.

Too close.

Bruce rushes over to him, putting pressure onto the wound as i cry into Steve's shoulder.

Peter is rushed into the medbay and into surgery as we all stand there solemnly.

I look around the quiet room to everyone sitting there, "What have we done" i mutter out and i think of every possible circumstance, many of them not good.

6 hours later and we are still waiting for news.

No one has moved, no one has said a word but we all have the same thought on our minds 'this is our fault'.

Ben had been taken into SHIELD i found out and that only eased my mind a little.

Bruce walks out after another hour passes and we all look up to him, hopefulness overtaking all our eyes.

One look at Bruce's face destroys the hope and replaces it with pain and mourning.

Tears seep out of his eyes and a choked sob escapes my lips as i bury my head into Steves chest.

"We tried everything we could, it's up to him now, but i don't think he will make it" Bruce says sadness wrapping itself in every word uttered out of the mans mouth.

"I think you should say your goodbyes before it's too late."

Silent tears rolled down everyone's faces as they took in the news.

The light of their lives was going to die and it was all their fault and they couldn't do anything about it.

We walked silently together to see our baby boy.

He was pale and had bandages wrapped around his chest and stomach.

A tube running out of his mouth into a machine.

I collapse next to him as i cry out a string of apologies grabbing his hand.

"Please Bambino come back to us, we can't lose you, please baby i am so so so sorry. I love you please"

Steve sits on the other side grabbing Peters other hand, tears pooling out of his eyes as he watches his baby die.

Everyone hugs and kisses Peter telling them how sorry they are and they miss him and want him back.

I wish i could turn back time and fought harder against Luke, then my son wouldn't be lying here on the brink of death because of me.

"I love you 3000 kid" as i say that the beeping stops and i cry out in pure agony as my kid lets go.

I collapse to the floor Steve pulling me into his chest as tears pour from all of our eyes as our light has left us.

We are plunged into darkness as the one thing that we all cared about and loved was gone. And it's out fault.

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Doctors and nurses raced into the room dragging us out, i felt numb to the world around me.

I see they take out his breathing tube and i know it official.

We lost our son.

A doctor walks out with smile plastered onto his face and says, "he is a fighter."

Hope bounces back into our eyes as we race into the room.

We see Peter sat there a smile lingering on his face as he sees us.

I cry for the 100th time that day i start to apologise profusely to him, along with everyone else.

He shakes his head, and says "i forgive you. I heard everything. I love you guys".