Peter Parker Oneshots

Brutal

This is based on a one-shot I saw but I can't find the one-shot link, name, and writer. So if you guys know that chapter, please put the link.

Peter is like, 21 in this.

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Peter is 21, he's Spider-man and more than capable of protecting himself. Yet the Avengers treated him like he was still 16 when he would make stupid decisions.

Sure, he would get hurt sometimes but he would always heal.

Sure, he might make stupid decisions but he always knows what he's doing.

So why did he, out of all people, gets treated like he was a fragile twig?

Just thinking of it makes Peter angry, no, frustrated. He was capable of defeating the whole Avengers team with his eyes closed and yet he still gets treated like a child.

He punched the poor punching bag, letting his anger out. The ground laid 3 more shredded-into-oblivion bags, the sand was spread everywhere.

Peter gave the bag a last tornado kick before it flew off the hook and crashed at the wall. Even 4 bags were broken and yet his anger isn't even out yet.

"FRIDAY, can you send someone to clean this?"

"Sure, Peter."

Peter wiped off the sweat that was visible on his forehead. He didn't change out of his gym clothes, which were sweatpants with a breathable tight suit.

He stomped his way onto the stairs, quickly dashing up to the music room.

When he entered, he looked around the room before locking it shut. He walked to a wall and grabbed his custom-made black, blue, and red electric guitar. Peter blindly plugged the guitar into an aux port and sat down on a wooden stool. What he didn't know was that the aux port he connected his guitar into would play the audio throughout the tower, allowing everyone in the tower to listen.

And the worse thing? He has a built-in microphone on the guitar.

"FRIDAY, soundproof the room."

FRIDAY didn't respond, rather, she did the command.

Peter took a deep breath, he took time to pluck on a few of the strings, adjusting them when needed.

(Play the song now)

Peter started strumming the guitar, making a loud boom across the tower, and he doesn't even know.

Scientists quickly placed down whatever they were holding. Interns quickly sat down.

The strumming continued, but there was a voice singing.

"I'm so insecure I think, that I'll die before I drink."

Well, this line was true. Being a hero has its risk. And he might even die before he finishes high school.

"And I'm so caught up in the news, of who likes me and who hates you."

He had his fair share of Spider-Man haters and fans and he couldn't stop them from liking or hating him, so he decides to listen to their opinion.

"And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life."

Peter has the urge to just run away from New York, maybe Florida or Boston. But he couldn't. People needed him to help them, and he couldn't just abandon them.

"And they'd all be so disappointed, 'cause who am I if not exploited?"

Peter has been used many times, whether it's for saving people, helping them, or even taking the blame for them, but he wasn't appreciated.

"And I'm so sick of 17, where's my fucking teenage dream? If someone tells me one more time, 'enjoy your youth', I'm gonna cry."

He was milked out of his childhood before he even was 17. He should be worried about keeping his grades up, keeping a stable life, and getting a job. But no. He's worried about people who couldn't protect their loved ones. The people who get killed because he couldn't get there in time. The people who lose their loved ones.

"And I don't stick up for myself, I'm anxious and nothing can help, and I wished I've done this before, and I wished people liked me more."

He thought about those times when he would get beaten up by Flash and his goons and either be left in the hallways of the school or dark alleyways near the school. He couldn't stand up for himself because he would start bullying other students, and he would blame himself if they died.

"All I did was try my best, and this the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset."

He did try his best. Get the highest grades, gets stronger every day, and even memorizes every single detail about every person he knows. He even helps out the lower labs every day and he doesn't get thanks or even a smile.

"They say these are the golden years, but I wish I could disappear. The ego crush is so severe. God, it's brutal out here."

Everyone always blames teenager's phases for every stupid thing they do. They call it the 'golden years' and that they 'shouldn't waste the opportunity to do things'. But he's been self-aware of every little thing he does, never once was it his 'phases'.

He strummed the guitar and shut his eyes, allowing his anger to overcome him. Suddenly, drums started beating, scaring him but not losing a beat. He looked up and saw Clint behind the drums, beating on the drums with a grin on his face. Peter looked at him before smiling at him and nodded.

"I feel like no one wants me, and I hate the way I'm perceived."

He felt like no one wanted him. Like he's a replaceable person. He always feels like an outcast, an asshole, a selfish bastard. He would always feel like the replaceable person in the group, and it hurts.

"I only have two real friends, And lately I'm a nervous wreck."

Well, half of the statement is true. He had Ned, MJ, and Clint on his side, and he was naturally nervous. 

"'Cause I love people I don't like, and I hate every song I write."

He cares for Flash, he cares for the Avengers, and he hates himself. Ironic isn't it?

"And I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park."

He had always been the outcast. He doesn't even know if he's smart, or he's dumb.

"All I did was try my best, and this the kind of thank I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the 'golden years', and I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe. God, it's brutal out here."

He strummed his guitar fiercely, Clint's beats matches up with his tune, which made a pretty epic melody.

"Got a broken ego, broken heart, and God, I don't even know where to start."

He played the last note before pulling out the guitar from the aux port. He heard clapping from the higher labs. Confused, he turned to Clint, who has a smirk smudged on his face.

"Why do I hear clapping?"

Clint pointed over to the aux ports, and finally, Peter realized that he connected his aux port to the one where it plays around the tower.

"FUCK!"

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