chapter eleven

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hey guys so sorry i havnt updated in ages!!! i've been super sick and busy with school but i'm on break now so ill have lots of time to write!! enjoy!!

Peter ran out of the house, not looking back. His whole world was crashing down around him and he felt like giving up. Nothing could make this better. Nothing. He didn't look back to see if his dads had followed him. Frankly, he didn't even care.

He ran to the alley way that him and Wade used to meet at after school. The memories started flooding back, causing Peter's eyes to moisten with tears. "Why me?" he whispered to himself.

He was startled by a noise coming from the back of the alley. "H-hello?" Wade slowly emerged from the dark corner. Peter felt sick to his stomach. He could see Wade was crying too. "What are you doing here?" Peter scoffed, quickly wiping away his tears.

"P-peter, I'm so sorry. Can you p-please forgive me?" Wade was crying so much he could hardly speak. "You left me there all alone. They hurt me, Wade. You're my boyfriend, you're supposed to protect me!"

"I know, I was just s-so scared. I love you, Peter." Peter didn't know what to do. Part of him still loved Wade, but another part of him just wanted to run away. "Just leave me alone," he whispered. "What?"

Peter raised his tone, "I said, leave me alone!"

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Tony and Steve didn't know what to do about their son. "I'm gonna go look for him," Steve said, as he began to walk towards to door. "Let me go with you."

"No, Tony. You know we can't be in public together. People will get suspicious." Tony knew Steve was right, but his blood began to boil. "Then, you better bring him goddamn home, Steve Rogers. You here me?" Steve softly planted a kiss on his head. "I will."

Steve made his usual route to the school. figuring Peter might be somewhere around there. Suddenly, he saw a boy with a hoodie walking a few feet in front of him. "Pete!" Peter didn't turn around.

When Steve caught up to him, he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. Peter kicked and yelled, like a five year old. "Let me go! Let me go!"

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