Peter vs reality

9-A future?

PETERS POV
As we entered through the stark tower doors my heart beat started going really fast. If I didn't have anxiety I would think I was having a heart attack. Steve kept glancing at me and asking if I was ready and if I was okay. I couldn't answer so I nod. Pity project, worthless, trash, boring, useless, unwanted, waste...

The thoughts kept spiralling until I was brought back to reality when the elevator doors opened and we were on the medical wing. Nervously I rushed myself to the bed and started bouncing my leg.
"You don't have to worry Peter" Steve said while looking at me with concern. I wasn't worried I just didn't want them to know about my home life even though they probably didn't care anyways.

A few moments after Bruce and tony came rushing in. Tony toke one look at me and started questioning me.
"What happened?was it flash? Did you get in a fight?does it hurt?Where does it hurt?" I couldn't think straight and I think Steve noticed as he told Tony to calm down. Bruce came over and started to work. Every time he lifted his hand I flinched slightly, I could only hope they didn't notice to much.

After Bruce finished patching up my face and cleaning the blood from my head he spoke finally.
"Peter... you are gonna need some stitches as the cut is quite large" he said cleverly.
"Oh...okay" I replied not worried about it.
Bruce started stitching it up and of course I felt every time he made a new stitch. I was used to the pain so I just sat still and only moved slightly at the pain. Steve and Tony were looking at me puzzled.

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked trying to get them to tell me why they were staring.
"No not at all it's just I don't get how you are wincing or groaning or anything from the pain" tony said speaking for the both of them.
"I just have a high pain tolerance" I answered having confidence with that because yes it was kinda true but that was only half of the truth.

Bruce finished the stitching and lifted my shirt slightly and stared for a moment before cleaning it up. I could tell Steve, Tony and Bruce all had questions but I'm glad they didn't ask. My anxiety started again and I felt like I couldn't breathe so I hoped of the bed and pulled my shirt down. I knew Bruce was saying something but I just couldn't hear. My eyes were going blurry and I didn't want to stand.

STEVE (Cap) POV
Peter jumped off the bed and pulled his shirt down. I shared a glance with the others before walking towards Peter .
I noticed his breaths were uneven and he was shaking.
"Peter?" I asked waiting patiently.
"Peter are you okay? I wasn't finished" Bruce added.
Tony looked like he knew something as he moved forward and brought the kid to a sitting position with his back against the wall.
"What is it tony?" I asked
"An anxiety attack" he replied
I looked shocked I didn't even know Peter had anxiety let alone have attacks me I wondered how frequent.

PETER POV
tony came over and pulled my close. I knew it was tony by his cologne. He brought me to the floor and put my head on his chest.

"You are okay peter, I'm here, Steve is here, Bruce is here, you are safe" he whispered faintly. I slowly calmed down and stood back to see Bucky there and Bruce and Steve had disappeared.

"Peter? Are you alright?" Bucky asked.
I just nodded not trusting my voice to not crack. I just sat back in the bed and started venting it all. I knew it was for the best, for my safety.
"I can't go home, please don't make me Mr.Stark, please you don't get it I can't go home they beat me for being late or getting a B on my grades, or...or if I don't make dinner or I close the door to loud or if they just need something to do." I rambled on and on about it until I brought into a comfy hug by Bucky.

"You're okay now, stay here with us, we will keep you safe"
I nodded with my head still against Bucky. I was exhausted and was relieve they let me stay. But for how long. They don't want you here, waste of space, burden, annoying.

My thoughts spiralled as I must of fell asleep on Bucky because I woke up just as I was picked up into Bucky's arms. I just pretended to be asleep to avoid more questions. He opened the guest room door and pulled the covers back on the bed just enough to place me down. As soon as he left I put my headphones in and started crying. They didn't actually want me here it's all just pity. And when I get back 'home' I was gonna get beaten most likely to death. Or Matthew was gonna come and drag me back home to be killed by May. Maybe Mr.Stark will see Just how broken I am and throw me back to May and Matthew.

BUCKY POV
I put Peter to bed knowing he wasn't actually asleep. I wanted to ask more questions but I knew it was best to wait until tomorrow and I could make him a huge breakfast as I don't think he had anything to eat. After hearing what happened to him at his 'home' I was never giving him back.

I definitely had a soft spot for the kid. But then again who wouldn't. I went back to find Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint and Bruce all talking in the living room. As I walked in they immediately asks questions.

"How long is he staying? Is he okay? Has he eaten? Is he awake? What did they do to him? Did he open up? Are we gonna kill his aunt? Is he living with us? TONY are you gonna adopt him?"

The questions continued but my focus was on one.
"What would happen now?"
I knew that I wanted him to stay but I also knew social services and police were about to get involved after I report child abuse. I knew that Peter would end up int he system unless...

Unless I adopted him. Cause let's admit Tony wouldn't ever even if he lived the kid. He wouldn't want the paparazzi to swarm Peter.

A/N

Another update for those who like my book. If you have any suggestions with what should happen next I would love to hear them
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