Broken But Not Alone

Chapter 22

Trigger warning
Peter didn't leave his room for nearly a week he read 7 books in that time, on Thursday he finally walked into the living room and turned the tv on put cartoons on.

He realised how hungry he was and went into the kitchen to get a small snack and came out with 4 ham and cheese sandwiches, 5 bags of chips, a tub of ice cream, a box of twinkies, a pack of cookies and a glass of apple juice.

He ate it all and was surprised, he felt nauseous and hated that he'd done that. He was lying on the couch with his Star Wars blanket covering him and empty rappers and dishes on the coffee table that was in front of the couch.

He was nearly asleep when the door opened and he heard the everyone shouting to each other.

Why can't they just talk like normal people?

Peter pretended to be asleep he wasn't in the mood to talk.

"Looks like Peter was hungry," Bruce said quietly seeing that Peter was asleep.

"What're you talking about?" Tony asked walking over to Bruce. Seeing Peter and the mess he'd made he just smiled. "Yeah I guess he was."

"You want to bring him to his room and I'll tidy this up?" Bruce asked turning the tv off.

"Yeah," Tony said picking Peter up and walking down the hall.

"I don't think I've ever even seen the kid eat, no way thats all from him," Steve said watching Bruce.

"He doesn't like eating in front of people," Natasha said helping Bruce, taking the dishes and putting them in the sink.

"That makes sense I guess," Clint said getting up to make lunch. "You know that's pretty much all he's had in the two weeks we were away right?"

"What?" Nat said looking in the cabinets to see if he was telling the truth, "shit it really is."

Tony walked into Peter's room to see books and clothes all over the floor and his bed unmade it was weird to see, Peter was usually really neat. Tony carefully put Peter down and tucked him in then Nat walked in.

"Tony I need to talk to you about him," she said nodding her head towards Peter. "You know he's awake right?"

"Wait what?" He turned around and Peter opened his eyes slowly, "you mean I carried you here for no reason."

"Sorry," Peter said shyly.

"It's alright kid," Tony said smiling sitting on his bed. "So what did you need to talk to me about?" He asked Natasha.

"That's almost all he's eaten since we've been gone," she said looking at Peter worried.

"What? Peter is that true," Tony said turning to Peter.

"Kinda."

"Really kid?"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna let you guys talk," Natasha said before leaving.

Peter got out his bed and went into the bathroom picking up the blade that's been in there for over a week, that he had used last night and handed it to Tony.