Why they got killed.

☦︎︎ 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖

Hey fellas, I just wanted to tell you beforehand that first when you see this text the story isn't finished yet and second that their might be some vocab or grammar mistakes but i am really happy with how the first part turned out as it was an idea that just came to my mind at 11:30 and here i am two hours later and the first part is out. Have fun /not really/ reading!
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"Why they were killed, Why THEY were killed?! Seriously?" Peter snorted out still awfully calm. "Because of me", he began screaming towards the avengers.
"Why would they be killed because of u?" came Caps oh so witty question.
"Why, why why, WHY!", he started muttering getting louder with every word that left his mouth and tears threatening to storm through his already bloodshot eyes.
It was his "parents" death anniversary, the first one without aunt May to be exact. Nobody knew that, as she died in an attack earlier this month, it was hmm well impossible for her to be here. All of his 'blood-relatives' gone. Everything, literally everything had him on edge that day and the teams concerned looks and constant asking, if he was okay, didn't go well with his already unstable mess of a head.
He now felt tears stream down his face as all the other Avengers were watching him in shock and not moving a bit. I mean understandable he normally was the one who cheered everybody up after a nightmare or some sort of panic attack. He tried to pull himself together once again but it wasn't working a piece.
"YOU WANNA KNOW WHY IT'S MY FAULT?!", without waiting for an answer he went on, "BECAUSE OF THIS", the boy turned around and took his in sweat soaked shirt so they could see his back. None of them ever saw him without a shirt, but they just thought it was nothing to worry about, he's a teenager after all.
Bucky gasped.
He was the first to come to conclusion of what the words
" PROPERTY OF HYDRA 97' "
"Composure Experiment #S-297"
all spelled out and deeply cut in his flesh meant. Underneath it were several bruises from what looked like not well treated bullet and stabwounds, scars which could also be mistaken with the deep tracks the belts and whips left behind.
Peter went on, not looking anyone in the eye, to ashamed and afraid that he would see the hatred he felt all of his life in their eyes. Before he could crawl back into his pathetic hole of self-recrimination, he started explaining what happened in a raspy voice. Nearly having another breakdown but hiding it well enough for no one but Bucky, who was awfully familiar to this scene, noticing.

"Richard and Mary Parker were two really accomplished scientists, known for their unconditional work without asking many questions. So they, they is S.H.I.E.L.D or like everyone here now knows HYDRA, got both of them to work on a new project which would be a 'scientifical breakthrough' as they called it. They got convinced and wanted to help that's how it all started. The Parkers got shipped to an deserted island in the middle if nowhere, the reason?, the work is confidential they said. BULLSHIT"
No one had words and not even Cap bothered to say his so well known 'language'. The boy went on:
"I was there on that island, apparently got taken away from my biological mother directly after her giving birth to me, but that's not import-"
I got interrupted by a "Hell, kid it is, don't-", the person who started talking got interrupted as well "Don't. Tony, let him talk this might be the only chance he is able to tell us what was going on. Let him tell everything first before you say something. You might not know yet but accidentally using a trigger word will make this situation far worse than it already is for him.", Bucky scolded the dumbfounded genius, intensely looking at Tony, "Go on kid, you are doing great." the soldier assured the broken boy, while signing everyone to sit down. "Friday? Activate 'DATNAD' protocol" came a whisper from Steves mouth. "Do At No Account Disturb protocol activated. Cap.", a soft-speaking voice erupted from a nearby speaker.

In the meanwhile Peter crept over to sit on the floor before the sofa with Bucky settling himself down right next to him giving a reassuring smile. Peter was thankful for that, but still wondered how the normally subtle and silent man knew what he needed most at this particular moment. That's a question to ask in the future not now he convinced himself and went on, slightly calmer than before.