Peter's Broken World (An Avengers Fanfic)

Two Words

Peter didn't know what to do. He sat by her side, tears rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't accept the fact that his last living relative, and his mother figure, was utterly gone. May was gone, and she wasn't coming back. Eventually the police came, but by the time they got there, Peter had already left.

He swung, and swung, from building to building. Even he didn't know where he was going. After some time, he found himself at the new Avengers Facility, where he had been taken by Happy to see a new model of the Spider-Man suit.

When he got inside the gates, he collapsed into a heap of sobs. Too numb to even hear Friday announce that there was an intruder on the grounds.

Tony POV

I was watching a movie with the rest of the team, when Friday, my AI, stopped our movie and announced,

"Intruder on the grounds, intruder on the grounds."

"Suit up!" I told the team. "Meet me outside." When I get outside, I immediately search for the intruder. As I'm searching, I see a small form a short distance and see that they begin to shake. I fly over and see that it is the young boy I met a while ago, Peter, also known as Spiderman. I land and jog over to him. "Kid, kid. Are you alright." As I get closer I hear soft sobbing sounds. As soon as I'm close enough I say "Kid, what happened? Why are you here?" I hear a quiet response,

"May's gone"

Two words. Two words that changed his life forever. May was his last living relative. He lost his parents at age 6, Ben at 14, and now May, at the young age of 15. I knew I was the only one left to comfort him. I let him lean against me, knowing he is exhausted. I give him a hug. Only to realize he has fallen asleep.

When the team arrived at my location, they all stood in a fighting stance. Captain America (Cap) looked around and asked,

"Where's the intruder"

"Right here." I said as I opened up my arms and showed him the sleeping kid, still in full Spidey suit.

The Avengers' mouths were wide open, surprised that I, of all people, was cradling Spider-Man. They were also very confused. "He's been through a lot." I state.

"Sure, but who is he?" Clint demanded to know.

"Not sure what he's going to think about me doing this," I muttered, "oh well" I ripped off his mask to reveal the sleeping child. Natasha holds a worried look on her face.

"Who is he?" She, like Clint, demanded to know.

"This is Peter." I state simply, "and his entire world just came crashing down"

                                                          Time skip (cause I wanna)

I turn quickly as I hear a soft rustling noise, realizing it's coming from the bed

Peter is laying on. I grasp his hand, desperately hoping he'll wake up soon so I won't have to explain his presence and our connection alone. I hear a soft murmuring;

"Mr. Stark."

"Kid, come on, I need your help explaining you"

"Wha-"

I drag him into the living room where the team is impatiently waiting. He looks at me like a lost puppy. "Team, this is Peter, otherwise known as Spider-Man"

"This kid is Spider-Man!" Natasha cried indignantly "You let a child fight alongside us! Are you crazy!"

"Um, Ms.- Ms. Widow, um, I was Spider-Man before Mr. Stark met me and he just gave me guidance and a father figure. It's not his fault."

Natasha looked at me, surprised that a kid would stand up to her. And instead of a smart retort you would normally hear, she bent down to his level and asked in a sweet voice;

"How old are you, Peter? And why are you here?"

Peter responded in his nice, mannerly way, "I'm 15 ma'am, and I'm here because my family is all dead." At those words, he started to choke up and I could see a panic attack coming along.

"Peter, I need you to look at me okay, breathe. In, out, in, out." I could hear his breathing start to steady and feel his body loosen up instead of being in the tense state it was in. The team looked at me, surprised that I could act in a fatherly way. I slowly feel his body relax, and I soon had a sleeping child in my arms.

I brought him to his room and returned to the living room, not surprised that the team looked liked they wanted answers. They started to bombard me with questions. I yell over them saying, "One at a time, one at a time!" Clint looked at me with a worried look and said,

"What does he mean his entire family is dead?"

A/N: Cliffhanger! I think. Right, it's a cliffhanger right, right? Yeah, um..... this is my second story ever, and I don't have much experience, so cut me some slack people! I hope that the minimal amount of people who read this will enjoy it! I will wrap this up as I am writing this in Science Class. Yay. Yeah..... I'll go get a life now. -Ali