Avengers Oneshots

Paranormal Phenomenon Part 1

Hey guys. Here's the update for this week.
Requested by my friend @jellybeans7778 sorry it took so long for me to get this out.
Part 2 will be out as soon as possible.

Peter's POV

I had never felt more depressed. May had left me. She promised me that she would never leave my side.

But she did.

I know that it could have been worse for me. I could have had to go to an orphanage, waiting for someone who I have never met, and may not like, to adopt me. Or I could be on the streets, getting my food from free soup places. I could have lost any chance to have an education. I might have even been killed.

But none of that ever happened.

Mr. Stark adopted me when May died and gave me everything that I previously had. If not, more.

I still had food, shelter, an education (at one of the top schools, might I add), I still get to see the Avengers whenever they are here.

But now I live here in Stark Towers.

I get to go on patrol whenever I want, so long as I'm back before midnight. I get to go to Ned's place as long as I get my homework done.

I had everything I had and more.

People would tell me that I'm lucky I know Mr. Stark and that he adopted me. That he would take me in, no questions asked. But I don't feel lucky.

I should have told her that I was Spider-man. I should have tried harder to save her, even though it wasn't my fault. I should have never left her side.

While I was in my room, looking and feeling depressed, I heard something behind me. It was like someone was coughing but it sounded... odd. Not like the type of cough that you got when you had a cold. It was the type of coughing that you got when...

Like when you get shot, I realised.

I turned around and what I saw chilled me to the bone.

There was an equation on the wall written in something red that looked like blood. The equation was not something that Tony or Bruce could solve. It was something only me and one other person could solve.

The equation was W/ GP = > GR

The only other person that could solve it was Uncle Ben.

To say I was scared was an understatement.

Tony's POV

I was worried about my kid. He had hardly come out of his room since what happened to his aunt. The car accident was horrible but he had distanced himself lately. I went to go and check on him, get him to come out and eat but then, something surprising happened.

I had just lifted my hand to the door, ready to knock, when Peter burst out of the door hitting me square in the face with it. He was pale, looking ready to vomit.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

I went into the room and I was immediately greeted with... not the most pleasant sight. An equation was written on the wall, well more like dripping down the wall, and it was written in what looked like... blood? It was sickening.

"Pete, what is this," I asked, trying (and failing) to keep calm.

"I think it's my uncle."

{Time Skip}

We were all seated in the living room, horrified at what Peter had just told us.

"So that stuff on the wall, it was just... there," Clint asked, a bucket at his feet.

Peter nodded slowly. "Like I said there was..."

He suddenly cut himself off and turned around in his chair. "Did you guys hear that," he asked and everyone shook their heads. He reluctantly stood up from his chair and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen. Then, there was a scream that could most likely have been heard from the first floor meeting room where Pepper was and I had the floors sound-proofed.

But, when I got there... there was nothing there.

Peter's POV

I followed the noise that I had heard to the kitchen, only to see my Aunt standing at the stove and my Uncle sitting at the seats. I heard someone scream and it took me a second to realise that it was me. It was good to see them again but it was not the way that I had in mind.

Uncle Ben had a blood stain on his shirt where his heart is. The bullet wound.

Aunt May, she was upsetting. She had every single injury that she had died with. From the purple and blue, possibly broken, wrist to every single scratch and bruise that she had gained when her car had flipped.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and words being spoken but I couldn't make out the words even if I tried. I was in too much of a state of shock.

I turned around to face Mr. Stark, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I fought a battle against the tears, trying my hardest to look strong.

But the tears won.

"I love you. I love you all. Can you ever forgive me for not saving you both? I really hope that you can. I wish I did save you both. I love you."

Somehow, I knew that Mr. Stark understood what was happening.