It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Fight Over Oscorp

He regretted everything. He drove him away, all over something stupid. How could he be so stupid.

He was furious. He shouldn't have gotten so mad.

"Please kid. Come back."

~~~~~

((Monday, May 4th, Continued))

"I work for Oscorp." One of his many secrets was out. Great. Peter couldn't even look up from the ground; not only was Oscorp Stark Industries' main competition, but Tony had specifically asked Peter not to join.

"Oscorp." Tony snarled. Peter hardly reacted, there was no point in doing so. A deep tiredness settled into his bones, and he desperately wished Life had a rewind button.

"I told you to not join Oscorp! I offered you more money any intern would ever make!" Tony yelled.

Peter would go back to the good old days.

"Tony, I think you need to calm down." Steve, ever the peacemaker, once again stepped in. "We should all take a break, and then come back and talk about this when we're calm-"

What were the good old days?

Days filled with science and learning with Mom and Dad?

Days filled with carnivals and lullabies with May and-

Board games and Star Wars marathons with Mj and Ned?

Movie nights and missions with the Avengers?

"Sorry Cap, but I disagree." Tony's voice was bitter and sarcastic. "He needs to hear this, and he needs to hear it now, so he can go over there and quit."

Peter finally looked up from the floor. "Quit?! I can't quit!"

"Yes you can!" Tony exasperated. "Nothing is stopping you from quitting!"

The kid frowned, blood beginning to boil again. "I like it there! I have friends there, and people there who listen to me!"

Tony felt hurt, but covered it up with anger. "I was your friend, I listened to you! I believe in you, I've always supported you!"

Pete scoffed. "Oh yeah? Is that why you took away my suit? Is these why you recruited a fourteen year old to fight in your little Civil War spat? Is that why you told me to stop chasing after Vulture?"

"That- That doesn't count!" Tony yelled. "Peter, I am going to take you down to Oscorp, you are going to tell them you quit, and then you are going home. You're grounded from the next few missions."

Peter laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Oh ho ho, can't steal the suit so you're gonna steal the team! Well news flash, Mr. Stark, you aren't my boss anymore, and you are not my parent."

"I wish I was because I would smack your mouth for the way you are talking to me!" Tony immediately regretted saying that.  He did not mean it, not at all. Why would he say that?!

"Tony! You are taking this too far!" Sam barked, grabbing onto the man's shoulders and pulling him away. Everyone stopped when Peter started laughing again. His laughter quickly turned into sobs.

"Peter?" Bruce cautiously asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just, hilarious." Peter shook his head. "That's how it all- How everything started!"

"What do you mean, Peter?" Natasha asked.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." He snapped. "I'm done here. No one is in charge of me, not anymore. And I quit being the Avengers' intern - Spider-Man is going rogue." He walked over to the elevator, and no one stopped him. "Besides. Oscorp is better."

The doors closed, and Tony let them.

~~~~~

Peter finally allowed himself to fall apart, now alone in the elevator. His entire body shook as he cried; he ruined another family, lost another dad.

He killed his parents. He killed May. He drove Ben into depression and anger. And now he's done the same to Tony.

His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out, reading the forgotten messages from Dr. Connors.

Dr. Connors: Excellent Peter. I think you'll be very excited to come in and finally finish our project. Let me ask Mr. Osborn if I may fully enlighten you.

Dr. Connors: Great news, Mr. Osborn said I may explain it to you. You see, Peter, the last ingredient we need in our formula was radioactive blood. The blood, in order to help other human bodies accept the serum, and the radioactivity to activate it. We found the perfect candidate, and just need to contact him and ask for his help.

Peter Parker: Who is the candidate, if you don't mind me asking?

Dr. Connors: Spider-Man. We just need Spider-Man, and then we can change the world.

Peter's eyes widened. He was the perfect candidate? The key to creating the ultimate healing serum, to save the entire world? And all he had to do was donate a little bit of blood?

He's ruined so many families.

But he has one more.

One more chance.

Peter Parker: I know who Spider-Man is.

Dr. Connors: You do?

One more try, with Dr. Connors, Mr. Osborn, and Harry

Peter Parker: Yes. It's me. I am Spider-Man, and I can prove it.

Peter watched as the text bubble with three dots symbolizing Dr. Connors was typing appear, disappear, and then reappear again. His heart was pounding.

Dr. Connors: Stay where you are. I am coming to personally pick you up.

The elevator doors opened, and Peter left the building to wait for his new chance.

~~~~~

"I know who Spider-Man is." Was the first thing Connors said when Norman answered the phone. The man froze, his heart racing.

"Who?" He hissed.

"You were right. It's Peter." Connors answered. "I'm on my way to pick him up personally."

"Good. I will meet you there." Norman hung up, and stared out his bedroom window. He let out a laugh, just a little chuckle at first, but it quickly grew louder and louder, until he couldn't control himself.

He finally did it. He's won.