Peter's body guard

Gym

Peters POV

I admit I was really hesitant to go to the gym with another guy alone. Sure I've mostly gotten over the fact that I hate to be alone with a man much bigger than me, but I still get nervous. No matter how kind hearted or nice they seem or are, I still can't fully trust them. No matter what. Even if they don't make moves the first couple times it alone with them, there is always a chance the next time we hang out, he'll jump or attack me, and I won't be able to defend myself.

I walk into the gym floor with wade and head to the changing room. Don't want to be sparing in tight jeans and a sweater.(thinks that what he wore. Not sure) I go in and head strait for my personal locker. Everyone in this building has one. Though this floor is strictly for the avengers and everyone who has level 6 clearance and above. I have level 7 clearance. Dad, pops and all the other avengers have level 8and nine.

I look to see wade walk in not really knowing what to do. "Oh uh, there is some extra clothes for guesting in the closet over there. Just go get changed there." I say, pointing to a closer behind some of the lockers to my right. Wade nods and follows my finger, finding the closet and looking for something that fits him. I go back to changing out of my own clothes, making sure to be completely on guard and senses extra sharp.

I'm not as worried when I take off my shirt cause he has already seen me shirtless. The only thing I'm slightly worried about is the scar on my back from the fight with the vulture. It's not easily noticeable but if you look long enough you can see it. The pants were a different story. I was extremely hesitant about taking them off with wade right there. There is a scar on my lower back that is hidden my my slightly high waisted jeans, but very noticeable when I'm in my underwear. That scar was from before I was spider-man. I was getting bullied and they decided it was a good idea to push me around phs(principles of human services. They have a kitchen.) Room. They pushed me into the counter where a knife slashed me across the back. The scar runs all the way down to my upper thigh. The school had to take me to the hospital and I couldn't sit down for like a month. I had to sleep on my stomach and the only good thing I got out of it is that I got to lay on my stomach during class since I couldn't sit in my chair. Those it was still painful. It was very embarrassing and terrifying when the had to change my bandages and stuff. The only male adult I could trust was uncle Ben and he didn't know how to bandage it. Aunt may didn't get into nursing yet and my doctor was a man. It was a bad time for me.

Hopefully he won't see it.

Wades POV

When I found clothes that fit me I went back to the benches where peter was. I wasn't standing to close to him, I was actually pretty far away. I start to change into my shirt when I see peter take off his pants. Now being the general men I was, tried not to look, but failed. When I saw his ass in spandex underwear I may or may not have felt a slight tightening in my pants. Thankfully peter wasn't paying attention and I got to it calm down. I continue to discreetly glance at his fine ass and see that there is a scar on the left side of his lower back. It goes down in the underwear and slightly is seen on the end of his underwear. I get slightly curious but decide to ignore it for now.

Once we are both don't changing, we walk out into the gym. Peter heads to his backpack and takes out his phone and headphones. Seems he doesn't walk to talk right now.

I accept his decision and walk over to the robots used for personal sparing. I look to see how you turn them on and find a switch and a timer. I'm guessing you set the timer for when you want the robot to attack and the switch to actually turn it on. I set the time for 1 minute and flip the switch, backing away and getting ready for a fight.

Peters pov

The real reason I wanted to go to the gym was because I was angry. I needed to release some stress. I start to punch the bag slowly, and speed up over time. First I think about how dad and pops said I had to let wade stay with me in my room.

Punch

Then I think about flash beating me up

Punch punch

After my agitation builds I for some reason start to think about the vulture. How toomes decided that he would drop a fucking building on me.

Punching intensifies

I think of the crushing weight of the building. "Help me please! I'm begging please! Someone!" My cries for help going unanswered. Dad took Karen and the suit away so I couldn't contact him. I was alone and in pain and scared and WEAK

Punch punch crack

I feel my finger bone crack for punching the bag a little to hard. (The bag was designed to withstand even Peters strength. It's impossible to break even for peter) I think about other troubles in my life and for some reason the conversation I had with wade pops in my head. "Who's your least favorite scientist?"

Warning: this it gonna be descriptive and underaged rape and fucked up shit and if you don't want to read peter begging for him to stop then skip plz!

"It hurts skip! Please stop!" I plead him desperately, grabbing his hand that's around my left arm. I try to pull him off but he's so much he Heavier then me. "Come on Einstein. Don't be so stubborn. It will feel good in time. Just be patient." He said slow and scary like. I don't like this. What is he doing? I don't like this! Why is he grabbing that part? "Skip it doesn't feel good!" I say, trying to get him to stop. "I wanna go home now. Your scaring me please stop." I feel the tear in my eyes threatening to escape. " do t be such a baby Einstein. This next part will defiantly feel much better I promise." He says, letting go of his arm and reaching his hand into my pants. I scream in pain as his finger intrudes me.

"AAAH!" I shout in pain as I feel the bone in my hand break. I retract my hand from the punching bag and fall to the ground, my breathing quick and unsteady. I close my eyes and try to think of something other then that day. But the more I try not to think about it the more real it becomes. I feel the fearful tears slip down my face and onto the floor.

In the middle of my panic I feel a hand wrap around me, and a couple voices through my headphones. I pay no mind to them as my panic gets worse, and through the pain of my broken hand, I pass out from fear,pain, and most likely blood loss if the bloody hand, floor, and bag had anything to say about it.