Gone... And may never be found

The rage no one taught existed

((A/N to start of this chapter... I'm sorry I've been gone so god damn long... I uninstalled the app to get space on my phone and got to writing my book I'm working on which I hope to get published one day... that made me forget about wattpad all together but lovely comments about wanting more got me to remember so to all of you who likes this book...

I am sorry for being gone. I really am I just have worked so hard on my book. Thanks for sticking around

But without further ado let's get to the chapter))

Steve took a deep breath clenching his fist hard. "Steve, calm down he surely just went over to a friend to get his mind of Tony... I mean it's tearing on every one of us but it must be hard for him" Natasha said cold, looking at the hero standing with his back against his team looking at the photos on the living room desk. Without a word or warning, Steve slammed his fist into the desk breaking it almost in half and the audible gasp from Natasha indicated fear and surprise. "Steve" Banner started taking deep breaths to not lose control. "DON'T STEVE ME! I AM PERFECTLY FINE! I JUST WANT TO FIND WHAT HAS TAKEN HIM AND RIP IT APART! AND I WANT MY SON IN MY VISION AT ALL TIMES! LAST NIGHT DEADPOOL WAS WATCHING HIM SLEEP! MY BOY IS NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE IN THIS SITUATION NOT WITHOUT MY NOTICE!" Steve shouted both Natasha and Clint looking scared at him while and Thor and Banner just watched with worry. Steve slammed his fist again into the desk breaking the corner. All the others saw the splitter stuck into the hand when he pulled the hand out of the wood.

The once sky blue eyes was dark and angry something the other heroes didn't think was possible. "Steve" Natasha tried again carefully "Get out..." Steve said over his shoulder. "What..." Clint said slowly like he didn't get what Steve said, "GET OUT!" Steve shouted angry even Bruce taking a step back from the loud and angry scream. Natasha and Clint got carefully up from the sofa and then they left with Bruce and Thor all walking carefully as if not to disturb an even stronger force in the man breathing heavy in rage. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door. "I SAID GET OUT!" Steve screamed turning around to see a worried and sad Peter holding his hands close to his chest, steves eyes widened when he realised who he had screamed at. "sorry, I'll leave then..." Peters words were small and hushed as if he didn't dare to speak louder. "No no, Peter, hunnie" Steve said with a shaky voice as he quickly walked over to the boy in the doorway. "I... I did not intend to scream at you, I thought it was Natasha dear. Sorry, I'm just..." Steve felt how tears were welling up in his eyes. He took Peters hands carefully looking at the bruised and cut hands. "What happened!?" his voice went from soft, sorry and sad to worried and harsh in a second and Peter pulled away. "I... When I saw that Deadpool was gone yesterday I got worried what might have happened and I didn't feel safe alone... I couldn't find you so I ran out to see if I could stay with Harry... But I was attacked... by a few guys who recognised me for dad... they were going rape me... I fought them and then as quickly as I could I ran. Until Deadpool found me again and took me to Harry's house where I slept for the night. I'm so sorry dad, I just acted very very stupidly and selfish tonight and I paid the price for not being careful. I am so sorry" Peter started to cry loudly as he spoke some words getting pretty jumbled in the process. Steve pulled Peter to a hug. Steve held him close just rocking him left and right carefully while Peter cried clinging to his father for dear life. "Father..." Peter sobbed and Steve let his son go looking him in the eyes. "I know this will come back and bite me later but" Peter sighed loudly Steve looking at him worried and wondering. "What is it, Peter?" Steves voice had again changed to the kind and worried voice Peter was used to. Peter took a deep breath to push down the tears. "Father... I wanna help you find dad and before you say no you are too young and it's too dangerous and all that I know you will say I have another confession to make..." Tension and silence filled the room as Peter stopped talking for a second. Steve watching him with worrying eyes. Peter took another deep breath building up the courage to tell his dad. "Father I am Spiderman and I Wanna help you find dad." 

There were a few seconds of silence in the room and Peter felt how worry and insecurity started to build up in his stomach as his father just stared at him with piercing dark blue eyes. Before Steve pulled his son back into a hug. He laid his head on Peter's shoulder and started to chuckle "All this time, Tony and I have been staying up with S.H.I.E.L.D on our necks to find out who this new kid on the block is, who is the boy behind spiderman's mask? and should he be out this late fighting crime..." Steve continued to laugh with a mix of sadness in it. "Turns out he was right beside our desk all the time we worked" Steve laughed and sighed. "Father, please I am a child genius... and that's not only thanks to dad... I made all the equipment... I could help. I'm strong... and... and... and" Peter started rambling in an attempt to get his father to let him help him. But Steve just hushed him. "Shhh Peter... Tony has already praised you as spiderman too much for me to recap. Some parts of me wanna be angry at you for doing what you have been doing... Spiderman have been pretty badly wounded young man... But another part of me couldn't be more happy  to be able to get your help with this godforsaken fucking mess" Steven growled in anger clutching his fist as rage grew inside him again. Peter took a step back from his father and Steve took a deep breath. "I want my husband back badly... and I know my brilliant son can do anything when he puts his mind to it" Steve's voice was forced. Peter nodded, "I will do everything I can father to find dad... we have to find him... he can't be" Peters mind trailed off and tears started welling up again. "No he is not, I promise you" Steve said but he didn't even believe that lie himself. The truth was he had no idea... No one had... But maybe Peter could help them find what happened. Steve took the crying Peter and pulled him back in to his arms again starting to rock him. Together the two broken souls rocked for comfort... One of them Broken and filled with a rage beyond any human the otehr broken and filled with a sadness and worry bigger than the sea... Together they rocked for comfort. Together they rocked to be whole while still being broken  

((A/N This was shit... i tried... Sorry for being goneeeeeeeee for so long my beautiful people))