Some One, Anyone, Hear a Hero's Plea

Chapter One

I pushed my hair out of my face one last time before going into the Avengers tower. I wasn’t going to give them another reason to make fun of me. After their Civil War, they finally altered the Acords so that both sides were happy and the rogues came back, no longer wanted war criminals. Then, they all saw me without my mask on and they’ve been teasing me and making me the butt of the joke relentless. I already had to deal with Flash, and now my heros. Ned’s family had decided that NYC was getting too expensive to live in now and were moving to Wisconsin instead, so I also lost my best friend’s daily company. We still text and call and stuff, but it’s hard. MJ still basically ignores my existence. I can’t tell May, she’d never let me go out again.

I walked up to the elevators and press the button for the hundredth floor and FRIDAY started asking me about my day. “I mean, it was okay? It’s just hard without Ned here everyday. He’s not going to be able to visit until the summer time, and even then it’s only going to be for a week. Wait, how many Avengers are here now?” I asked cautiously after my rant.

“Currently, Mr. Stark and Mr. Rodgers are in the living room and Ms. Maximoff and Ms. Romanoff are at the kitchen island. Clint is somewhere in the vents. Would you like me to tell them to say hi to you?”

“NO! Er- no, it’s fine. They’re good.” I said hurriedly. FRIDAY telling them I was coming would only make it worse.

The elevator got to the floor and opened up and I walked out. “Hey look, it’s the baby!” clint immediately yelled from the vents and that got everyone else’s attention.

“I’m just gonna go to my room and do my homework,” I said edging around everyone.

“Of course, after all, the little kid’s gotta get good grades or else his aunt will ground him, then there’ll be no Spiderman-ing for you.” Tony snickered. Everyone else just laughed and I curled in on myself. “You’ll also need more training, after all, the smaller the spider, the less strong it is” Natasha said. Once again, everyone laughed and I just turned away and walked to my room as fast as I could. I locked my door and just leaned on it, trying to hold in the pain.

It hurt. It hurt so, so much. I just wanted it to end, that if I acted like it didn’t hurt me,hat I wasn’t hurting, that it would just go away, but it didn’t. It never did then, so why would it now?

I couldn't take it anymore, so I just let it out and cried and cried and cried some more. No one even knew. It was late when I finally calmed down, about ten o'clock, so I called May to tell her I would stay at the tower tonight. She told me that she loved me, and to have “sweet dreams, little hero”. It felt so nice to have her as a constant hope and shelter in this messed up world. I don’t want to burden her, but she insists that I’m not, so I do my best to believe her, but sometimes, I can’t help but think, but right now isn't one of those times.

Drained from today, I lay down on the bed, with comfort in my head, and slowly slip into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

Sorry if this wasn't good, and it was short (sorry), Im new at this. Fair warning, in gluing to try to be heartless while writing this, but will most likely fail.
ANYWAY HAVE A GOOD HAPPY SPIFFY CHUMMY DAY!