Stranded

~Chapter One~

Peter's POV

"Back off guys! He's clearly injured, he's not a threat." A male voice is what I first heard when i came to.

I groaned weakly, and my eyes fluttered open slowly.

"Hey there kid, what happened to you?" a man was knelt next to me, and I immediately went to get up. 

"No, let's not do that, ok?" another man pushed my shoulders back down gently, and gave me a stern look.

"Who are you? Where am I? Where's my aunt?!" I was panicking, and the group in front of us sent a look to each other.

"Hey, hey! Calm down." The man who had pushed me down was speaking again. "Were not going to hurt you ok? We're the avengers."

"Your the what now?!" I tried to sit up again, but the man held my shoulders to the floor.

"Ok, stop trying to move, i'm pretty sure you have a concussion." He spoke. "And yes, we're the avengers" 

I stopped struggling against him, and looked around. We were on an island, in the middle of the ocean. I then took note that everyone was staring at me.

"I'm not a hydra agent if thats what your thinking" I said quietly, and a couple people looked shocked.

"How do you know what hydra is?" Black Widow stepped forward.

"Had to deal with them a couple times, s'all." I muttered, and people looked even more confused.

"A child, escaped hydra agents when they wanted him? I don't believe it." She spoke again, and I met her eyes.

"I swear, they were pretty easy to knock out honestly." I didn't break eye contact.

"But, no offence kid, why would they want you?" Captain America questioned, and I looked over at him.

I shrugged, and the Black widow looked at me. 

"When we get off this island your going to tell us the truth." She glared at me, before turning around walking over to Hawkeye.

"Can I get up now?" I looked at the man who hadn't let go yet.

"Just, just let me check something ok?" He took his hands of my shoulders, and put some fingers over the already-healed head wound on my forehead. He carefully ran a finger over it, checking it wasn't bleeding, before he took his hand away. "Ok how many fingers am I holding up?" He asked as he lifted a hand up.

"3." I answered quickly. He looked at me and nodded, before standing up and offering me a hand. I took it and he helped me up, without letting go of my arm.

"Any dizziness? Nausea?" He asked, studying my face. I shook my head and he let go of my arm carefully.

"So uh, who are you?" I asked him.

"Ah, I'm Doctor Strange, just call me Stephan though." He smiled, and led me to the group who was sat on some old logs round a fire.

He took a seat, and I sat next to him, quietly.

"Ok guys, let's all introduce ourselves properly ok?" He looked to me and nodded his head.

"I'm uh, Peter, Peter Parker." I smiled lightly.

"Clint Barton, hawkeye." 

"Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow." She sent a curious look at me while she said it.

"Bucky Barnes, uh Ex Winter Soldier?" He was cooking the meat but had smiled at me when he spoke.

"Steve Rogers, Captain America."

"Tony Stark, IronMan"

"Bruce Ban-" My eyes widened and I interrupted him.

"Bruce Banner?! Oh my gosh I love your work! I've read all of it, it's incredible!" I was beaming, and everyone just stared at me for a good minuet.

"You..you understand my work?" He questioned.

"Of course! I've been reading it since I was about 8" I smiled.

"Holy.." Tony muttered, while Bruce was speechless.

"Uh, i'm Sam Wilson, Falcon."