He's mine (I think)

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"Here, we go." I heard him mumble.

The elevator doors open smoothly, I spot my parents sat on a loveseat, Scott is in the kitchen making a cup of coffee talking to Nat, Bruce had disappeared, probably to go do some work in the workshop. Thor was sat talking with Loki who was practically ignoring him. Clint was lying on one of the couches staring at his phone, Bucky and Steve were stood in-front of the kitchen island talking about a recent mission Stephen and Wong weren't here as they had left the day before to go tend to "a new mystery" T'challa and shuri were in Wakanda, which kinda sucked because I think Peter would like shuri. And Carol? Carols like never here so I have no clue where she is.

I cleared my throat, still holding on to Peter's hand. The avengers all turned to look at me.

"Peter, meet the avengers. The avengers, meet peter." I said loudly so everyone could hear.

Suddenly everyone started talking, I felt Peter's hand clench mine ever harder than before. I quickly look at him, he looks in pain. I grab his face and let him look at me. I know he has enhanced senses so maybe the loud noise is hurting his ears. "Are you okay?" I whisper softly, hoping I wouldn't hurt him more. He shakes his head. I look at him with a slight sadness and turn to the team.

I want to scream at them but if I do it will hurt his ears, but I have to.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"

Everyone goes silent and I hear a thud. Shit shit shit. I just made him faint. I turn back to the team and give them a 'your gonna pay for this' look and they all look apologetic. I turn back to Peter and stroke his forehead, he is sweating buckets. I feel his pulse, he's still breathing but his heartbeat is super fast.

"Are you okay?" I whisper again to him. I see him flinch, even whispering hurts his ears, poor thing.

He shoots back up and breathes heavily. I help him up and wrap his arm around my shoulders. "I'm taking him to my room, so he can calm down." I whisper to the team, they all nod.

-IN YOUR ROOM-

"I'm sorry about that." Peter says quietly, I can see he is very embarrassed.
"Hey, it's okay. I understand. Well I don't," I laughed "but you know, yeah...." I was kinda stuttering I don't know why.
"Yeah, I get it sometimes. Tony calls it a 'sensory overload' it's when all of my senses go haywire because there's too much happening. Sometimes I randomly get it." He gives me a soft smile and I give him one back.
"Is there anything I can do to help with them?" I asked pretty concerned now.
"Well normally my aunt gives me the only thing she can cook, chicken noodle soup, and a big hug." He laughs a bit.
"You live with your aunt and she can't cook? What do you even eat?" I laugh a little too.
"Uhhhh, chicken noodle soup." We both laugh.
"Oh and takeout practically every day."
"Well when you come round here you can get some good meals, Nat is a pretty good cook. My dad sucks." We both laugh again.

"Now about that soup, would you like some?" I ask.
"Ohhh yes, I would love some." Peter replies eagerly.

"FRIDAY, tell Nat to make some chicken noodle soup else I will read her mind again."
"Yes, STRONGEST AVENGER." I giggle at the name slightly, a few nights ago I was bored and hacked FRIDAY's system to say that I was the strongest.

Peter snorts a little bit "what happened last time you read Nat's mind?" He asks.
"Well, she was pissing me off and kept chasing me round the tower with her katanas because I stole her secret brownie recipe. When she was chasing me I ran past Bruce's lab and he had not switched on the 'tinted windows' protocol so we could clearly see in. Nat had stopped for a second and I looked around to see her staring straight at Bruce through the window." I giggles a little at the memory "Bruce was just doing some work in the lab so I was confused why she was staring at him, so I took a little peak in her mind. All I saw was image of Bruce. Naked, not naked. Half dressed and fully dressed. Practically anything about Bruce, it was there in her mind. Not gonna lie, it kind of traumatised me, but I don't say that to her. Anyways I started laughing at her and she looked at  me and started chasing me again." We both laughed at the story. By the time we were done laughing Nat came in with two steaming bowls of noodles.

"Hey, I'm sorry for earlier. I'm Natasha, you can call me Nat." Nat smiles at Peter handing him a bowl of soup.
"It's okay, not you fault. I'm Peter." He smiled back.
"Bring you bowls to the kitchen when your done and now funny business you two." Nat smirks and walks out the door. I sigh and giggle a bit.
"Sorry about her, she's like 'the protective aunt' it gets annoying sometimes, but I am always grateful for her." I laugh a bit. And spoon a bit of soup up and but it in my mouth.
"Yeah my aunt can be like that." He replies.
"I don't want to come across.... mean? Or rude? But, why do you live with your aunt anyways?" I ask as nice as possible.

"She's the only family I have left." He frowns a little bit, I place my bowl down on my bedside table and start rubbing his back noticing the tears in his eyes.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." I tell him softly.
"No, you deserve to know."
"Okay..." I reply still unsure.
"When I was six, my parents had a business trip. I was sent to my aunt and uncles to stay for a few days. The next day I was woken up to my aunt and uncle in the kitchen of their apartment crying. I was confused, very confused. Aunt May told me that my parents had been on a plane and that the plane had crashed. There were no survivors. I still have faint memories of my parents. My mother was beautiful. But every day those memories get fainter, I'm afraid one day I'll completely forget about how my mothers eyes would glow in the sun or how my fathers hair would fall infront of his face when he knelt down to tell me something." A few tears fell from his face and I rubbed circles across his back.

"My parents dying put me in full custody of uncle Ben and aunt May. When I was 15 we had a school trip to Oscorp, while viewing the radioactive spiders one escaped and bit me. The next day I woke up with super strength, fast healing, agility and my enhanced senses. A few months go by, I didn't really do anything about my powers. But our apartment was robbed and I didn't do anything about it." He takes a deep breath in and I pull him closer to me. "T-t-they shot uncle Ben and I didn't do anything about it, I could've protected him, I could've saved him. Laying on the floor infront of me and may he says to me 'with great power comes with great responsibility.' And that's what made me, me. I felt I needed to save people, put my powers to use. My life kinda sucks but May has been with me ever since and we helped eachother get out the darkness. Of course we still miss him but Spider-Man helps me mask my fears and it makes me feel like I'm useful to the world." He wipes tears from his face and I pull him into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." I mutter.