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by mariaromonov

Trigger warning: attempted suicide. I'm always here if anyone needs to talk. My Instagram is @higfums <3

3am. The darkest hour for Peter. The Avengers were out on a mission. Worthless. He was alone in the tower, left only with his thoughts. Waste of space. Flash's bullying was getting worse, Ned and MJ moved school when their apartment block caught fire. They probably couldn't wait to leave you.

Peters POV
I opened the cupboard slowly, my eyes watering

Bisexual bitch

Fatass

Useless

Stupid

No wonder your parents committed suicide

You can't even take a bit of bullying

The Avengers hate you

I got the rope out of the cupboard and tied the knot. I hung it from the ceiling. I looked down at my wrists as I stood on the chair. They were covered in scars, and blood. New and old. White and red. I stood on top of the chair, and held onto the loop that would hopefully take my life in minutes. All I needed to do was jump off of the chair. Then it would all be over. The pain. The suffering. The loneliness. I knew how selfish it was to do this, but I needed to end my pain. I needed to find a better place.

Clints POV
We were just coming back from the mission. It was 3 in the morning, but it was a Saturday, so Peter wouldn't mind if I woke him up for a movie night. Everyone (Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Pietro -fight me- Tony is on a trip to somewhere else for a conference, idk - ) went into the living room, and I went in to see Peter. I walked into his room, but he wasn't there. I heard muffled cries coming from his bathroom, so I knocked on the door then opened it, and cried out when I saw Peter. He was standing on a chair, his face showing no emotion, his wrists dyed red with his own blood. His floor was just as bad. The bloodstained white tiles shone in the moonlight, and his white towels were an alarming shade of red? "Peter! What are you doing!?" I whisper-shouted, not wanting to startle him. "I'm sorry Uncle Clint, I can't carry on like this." He said, his voice shaking. "Peter, just come down, please" I said, my heart pounding. I caught him as he wobbled off of the chair, holding him as his small frame shook with sobs. "Hey Clint, Steve said if you do- what the fuck happened?" Bucky said as he saw all of the blood. He stopped as he saw the rope and the chair. "Peter," he said softly, his voice trembling. I was shocked. I had never seen Bucky look so worried. Then I realised. He feels like its Steve before the serum. "I'm going to go and get him some clean clothes, can you look after him?" I asked Bucky. He nodded and picked Peter up off the floor, and sat down with Peter on his knee.

Buckys POV
Peter is 14. And he's already suicidal. How did we not notice? How did we not fucking notice that he was depressed? I looked down at the small child in my arms, and hugged him closer to me. We stayed like this until I heard footsteps.

Wanda's POV
I knew something was wrong as soon as we got into the tower. So when I read Clint and Buckys minds when they were in Peters room, I grabbed Pietro's hand and ran to Peters bathroom. My heart stopped at the sight. There was blood everywhere. And a rope. The sign that you had given up. The sign that said you wanted everything to go away. "Peter!" Pietro and I said at the same time, our hearts breaking when Peter looked up with his Bambi eyes full of tears. Bucky sat him on the floor, and said, "I'll give you guys some time," as he walked out. "Baby brother, what happened?" Pietro asked him in a voice so soft, it was barely there. "It all got too much." He said softly. "What did little spider?" I asked him quietly. "The voices," he responded, "The bullying, the voice inside my head, the loneliness, everything Wands!" He almost screamed. "I just want it all to stop." He said quieter. I picked him up and sung to him as he fell asleep. "Pietro, take him to bed." I said quietly, so I didn't wake Peter up. He nodded and put him into his bed. We walked into the living room where everyone else looked at us sadly. "You heard?" I said. They nodded. Then I saw Nat. She was looking at footage on her phone from a school. Peters school.