Haven't I given enough? Given enough.

2

2 days earlier

"Peter! Wake up, you'll be late!" May urged from the kitchen, while buttering Peters toast. "Peter!"

"I'm up, I'm up." Peter replied hastily, he was 20 minutes late. "Could you not have woken me up sooner?"

"I thought your Peter tingle would know when to be awake." May mocked, handing the toast to Peter who mumbled and shoved it in his mouth.

"May please stop calling it that." Peter chocked out, removing the bitten toast from his mouth with disgust. "How could you mess up toast?" He groaned.

"Have you got your stuff?" May took the burnt toast from Peters hand and frisbeed it over to the bin.

"Nice shot May."

May winked, then chucked. "School, now." She chimed. "And remind me to get you a new bag before Saturday, you cannot continue to just carry around your books."

"It's no problem May, honestly." Peter unlocked the door and stepped out, "Love you May, bye."

"Bye Peter."

As soon as the door shut, Peter let out a sigh. School had been rough for him over the past month, ever since Flash started picking on him he had to find new ways to hide bruising and cuts. It would always be the same excuse for Tony, the classic- 'I had to fight this huge guy on patrol! It was awesome.' Some how, the lack of enthusiasm after repeating the same story 3 times a week hadn't rubbed off on Tony's senses. Peter was a good liar, but maybe sometimes that wasn't something to be proud of. He didn't enjoy lying to the people who help him achieve differences. But Peter felt that allowing a 17 year old to beat him up everyday made him look extremely weak. Stark would regret asking him to be an Avenger and just send him back home, he couldn't risk it.

May on the other hand, was harder to convince. May knew that Peter wasn't the most popular kid at school, but if she knew that the casual mean name had turned to regular physical fights, she would have stepped in. So sometimes for May's sake, Peter would have to steal some of her concealer.

Peter lead himself down the apartment steps, and waited for Ned at the end of the street. Horns rattled in-front of him, it was a busy day in Queens. Mondays always were, but it gets quieter nearer Thursday. It was a bitter day, so most had chosen their car to get around this morning. 

Peter saw Ned round the corner.

"Hey man, did you revise for the exam?" Peter asked during their hand shake.

"Exam? Oh yeah, up all night." Ned replied while digging through his bag, "Look what I got."

Peter peered in Bed's bag, "Woah!" His eyes widened at the sight. "Where'd you get that dude? We're gonna build it tomorrow right?"

"My birthday was yesterday man," Ned shrugged, re-zipping his bag shut and slugging it over his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Ned, honestly." Peter felt awful.

"It's no worries, really."

Peter and Ned continue to walk side by side to the school entrance, once arrived Peter stopped.

"You coming?" Ned asked.

"I'll meet you inside mate, I've got to do something."

"Oh, alright." Ned waved goodbye and entered the school. Looking back once to see his friend off, then disappearing through the schools corridors.

Peter turned his head to the left, spotting an angered Flash and his friends.

"Sup Penis Parker." Flash mocked, walking towards Peter.

Peter knew that he would be able to beat Flash in a fist fight after his spiderbite, but he couldn't before. So he shouldn't be able to now. Peter just sighed and continued staring Flash in the eye with disgust.

"Nice face." Flash edges closer to Peter, grabbing him by the collar, "This your daddies flannel? Oh, oh wait. Touchy subject?" He taunted, "Isn't daddy... isn't he- " Flash made a face as if he had just been beheaded, "Is daddy dead?" He questioned, dropping Peters collar and punching him in stomach. "No wonder he's dead, he was probably so disgusted in his own weak child he killed himself." Flash's friends laughed as they began to walk away, phone's retracting back into theirs pockets readying for the 'Penis Parker gets punched' youtube videos to be posted. This left Peter alone with Flash.

"Just do everyone a favour, Penis Parker. Go kill yourself."

The taunts weren't new for Peter, and the punches weren't either. And he was smart enough to know that most of the words that emitted from Flashes mouth weren't true.

But they still hurt him.

He was 10 minutes late to his first lesson, and had no motivation to continue the day. Normally Peter would never skip school, but he had a feeling the bruise on his stomach would come up pretty large. So, he turned around and jogged to a secluded alleyway in Queens. Sat down, and sighed.

He looked up at the crowding building above him, at the few birds that would pass over him.

He looked up at the sky. The blue hues that taunted his vision, hinting to Peter that there were better days to come.

But then a cloud passed over, a grey cloud. Like the one in movies, like the ones that as soon as someone died would set the scene by tipping a load of rain over the character. Which is exactly what this cloud did.

Peter sat in the rain, drenched from head to foot. No longer caring, he didn't even try to block the rain from his eyes, he just allowed it to cover his vision and drip from his curly hair.

He felt lost.

Like this world had finally given up on him.

Then he had an incoming call.

Aunt May 😊💐 is calling.

Peter answer the phone, "May? I'm uhm, in school. Is everything okay?" He lied.

"Peter you aren't in school, where are you? You have to tell me what's going on. Just lay it out, it's just you and me." She worriedly stated, breathing heavily over the phone.

"Oh, May it's fine really."

"Peter you have to tell me what's going on, why aren't you in school?" She called.

"May..." Peter stayed silent.

"Peter Benjamin Parker, what is going on with you?" She bawled, "You've been so different lately, you never skip school!"

Silence.

"Peter!" She wailed.

"I'm sorry May," He sighed, "It's just a bad day I promise."

"But why is it a bad da-?" Peter hung up the phone and stuffed it back in his pocked, he felt it vibrate again. But after a moment, it stopped and he held is head back against the stone wall in relief.

Peter felt like shit, his clothes were soaked and he was sitting in a secluded muddy street. His hair was a mess and was washed in-front of his face, dripping with the rains fallout.

Then after around 10minutes a car pulled up.

No, not just a car. An Audi A8 L.

Happy, freaking Hogan.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm going to include 2 more of these chapters before we end up catching up to the first Chapter and going from there 😁

Goodbye for now:)