Spiderman Oneshots

"Who's That?"

Peter's POV

Today was one of those days. You know the ones where you feel like committing homicide. Does anyone else feel like that? No, just me? Of course I wouldn't but, one can dream right?

It's been 2 months since my family found me bloody, brainwashed, broken, and unconscious in a HYDRA cell. I mean it's not my fault that HYDRA wanted a super soldier with spider powers.

Overall, life sucks but I'm trying my best. Bucky and Steve help with the nightmares and memory loss. Nat, Wanda, and Bruce help me work through my anger and frustration. Tony and Pepper are being supportive parents, which is all I can ask and all I want. Clint and Loki are helping me with guilt and to just enjoy life again. Thor tells me stories of Asgard to help distract me, they are actually quite calming and nice. And Ned and MJ work with me on trusting people again, they even sometimes tell me about school and stuff.

Everything they are doing helps but it's only been 2 months. And I've changed since my time before HYDRA. I'm not the same smily, happy person I was before. Plus I don't even have all my memories back. But it's getting better. I've stopped flinching every time they touch me, and I feel safer now.

I walked out of my room in a pair of black sweat pants and a grey shirt. I walked into the kitchen where Nat sat on a stool eating an apple and looking at her phone.

"Hey." She said between bites. She looked up at me. "So you wanna spar or do your own thing today?"

"Umm..." I thought for a minute. "How 'bout an hour of each." I said biting into my own apple and spinning a knife between my fingers. It's a habit I picked up after HYDRA. Makes me feel safer, and after Tony found me using his kitchen knives, Bucky and Nat gave me a few better ones for myself.

"Sounds good to me." She said looking back at her phone.

A few minutes later we walked into the training room. Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky were sparing in the corner and Uncle Clint was shooting arrows at training robots flying in a circle around him in the opposite corner. I walk over to him and grab my own bow. I jump in next to him and start shooting as well. he notices me and smiles before asking FRIDAY to turn up the difficulty.

We finish up that and he gives me a high five. I then walk over to Nat, who is throwing knives. I pull out my own and hit her target perfectly. She smiles and for the rest of the hour, she shows my how to aim better in a split second, how to hit the target when the elements are against you, and how to do it without looking. She also showed me the best places to aim if I want to kill or simply injure my opponent.

After the first hour was done I was sweating so I took of my shirt, showing my scars. Nobody gave me looks of pity or stared. Thank goodness, because they know I hate that. We started sparing and around 10 minutes in I hear the doors open.

"Wow..."

"Who's the kid?"

"Look at his scars."

I heard all these things. Until I heard an oddly familiar voice but I couldn't place it. But the voice gave me an uneasy feeling and my spider sense tingled when I heard it.

"Wait is that-"

"Okay everyone this is the avengers training room. They are all busy but we'll come back here tomorrow and they will show you some self defense." It was just a tour group. They leave just as quickly as they came and another 45 minutes later I've finished sparing.

I sit on a bench, still shirtless, and drink some water with Uncle Steve and Nat. Bucky's hitting a punching bag that was made for the hulk... and he was putting dents in it. He must be having one of those days too. The feeling from this morning hasn't gone away, in fact it's only gotten worse since that tour group came.