Broken

chapter eleven

Hey y'all. This is the last chapter!!

It's kinda funny; I accidentally made this chapter way longer than every other chapter. Whoops...

TW - mention of rape

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After Peter rushed to his room, everyone turned to Natasha.

"So what happened?" Tony bluntly questioned, albeit worried for the answer.

Nat sighed before replying, "Peter should probably tell you. I don't think he'd appreciate it if I told you guys without asking him first. But it was bad."

She sent a glance towards Loki and Harley. To anyone else, it was normal, but to them it was like they were having a silent conversation, saying that they were right. Nat was confirming their earlier suspicions.

At this Loki, had his familiar look of rage, but there was a hint of sadness in there too, reserved for Peter. Harley looked the same.

What she said did nothing to ease anyone's worry. If anything, it did the opposite. Everyone sat there, lost in thought until Nat suddenly stood.

"Where are you going now?" Thor wondered.

"Bringing him back." They looked a little confused, so she shortly added, "The one that did this." She clarified while adjusting her weapons.

"Don't kill him. We should talk to him first," Steve suggested.

"Okay," is all Natasha replied with. "Anyone wanna come?"

Instantly, Loki and Bucky stood up. It made sense; they were considered the violent ones.

That made Clint stand up too. "I'll make sure they don't kill him."

"Oh, and give Peter a little time to calm down before you all go bang on his door," Nat told them, before leaving.

The other three walked out promptly after and went down to the parking garage. They got in one of Natasha's cars. Clint was the last one in the car and as soon as his door closed, she stepped on the gas.

The entire way to Skip's apartment, she sped. There was a tense silence throughout the car. Nat's knuckles were white around the wheel. Loki was playing with his magic and a dagger. Bucky was tapping his fingers across his leg with one hand, his other in a white-knuckles fist. Clint just looked out the window anxiously.

The silence was broken as Nat spoke up. "Don't ask any questions. Peter will explain everything when he's ready too, and I'm not going to out him before then."

Loki agreed easily since he already had a pretty good idea of what had happened. Bucky and Clint nodded too, just a little more reluctantly.

Less than a minute later, they pulled up outside the run-down building. Nat wordlessly led them inside and up the stairs.

For a few seconds, she put her ear to the door to hear any movement. She could hear hard footsteps hammering the ground. She waited for a minute or two until she heard a door open and close, the footsteps softening.

She put a finger to her lips, and carefully opened the door, glad it didn't creak. Everyone else followed quietly, eyeing the trashy apartment. It opened up to a living room and kitchen, but they were hardly furnished and disgusting.

If it was even possible for them to be angrier, they were after seeing the place. It got worse once they entered the room she'd found Peter in.

Inside the bad excuse for a bedroom, they saw the dirty mattress and cot with the worn rope on top, dotted with a little blood. Trash around the edges of the room, including many beer bottles. Worst of all, Skip.