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Dead

Peter Parker was a talented kid, a bright future ahead of him. His smile was always toothy and wide, his eyes dancing like the New York lights every time he spoke about chemistry or the Avengers- especially his dad.

Everyone thought they knew the boy, but oh were they wrong. They didn't see past the happy expressions and adorable giggles into the fiery, dark depths below. The place where Peter spent his sleepless nights, crying himself to exhaustion.

No one knew about the pain he hid, the numerous lines on his arms. No one knew about the drugs he smoked and the alcohol he drank when no one was home. No one knew about the angry, sloppily written words carved into his skin.

"Faggot" was written across his chest. "Whore" was carved into his bicep. "Fuck-Up was scarred on his inner thigh. "Gay Slut" was sliced on his waist.

No, no bullies or criminals did this to him, Peter did it to himself. He was gay, and he just couldn't tell anyone for fear of being disowned and thrown out by the only family he had left.

He placed notes every single day in a hidden compartment in his wall, the pieces of paper covered in insults and profanities. He'd look at them at his lowest times, making himself fall deeper into the pit of depression he was already in.

So when the Avengers entered Peter's bedroom the morning of his seventeenth birthday, they were shocked to see him limp on the carpeted floor, a blunt still placed between his fingers, an empty bottle of vodka smashed on the ground, blood stained on his clothes and his eyes open, clouded over.

Tony collapsed onto the ground, shaking with cries as he placed shaky fingers to his son's neck, hoping to find a pulse, but sadly there was none there. The Avengers broke into sobs and hysterics, even Natasha and Bucky. The billionaire gently lifted his son into his arms, cradling the lifeless boy.

"Peter..." he whispered, voice cracking as he held the back of the teen's head. "...why?"

The spirit of Peter watched longingly from the side of the room as his family mourned his death. Imaginable tears burned his eyes, making him turn away. Did he miss his family? God yes. But did he regret it? Not at all- it was better them finding out about his sexuality when he was no longer there.

The see through boy turned back around to see that the Avengers had been replaced by a tall man, dressed in white drapes with long brown hair. The mysterious man held his hand out for Peter to grab, a gentle kindness in his eyes.

"Come child, and you will see your new home." Peter looked at the hand, hesitant at first before grabbing it with his own. The man smiled before leading the deceased teen to an all white palace, where people were buzzing with excitement for a new member of their family.

"Welcome home."

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