IronDad oneshots- Peter Parker and avengers

In which peter is forgotten

So...don't kill me. Please.

3rd person.

Peter walked into the Avengers living room after a particularly bad day at school. Flash had been on his nerves, and he'd been on the verge of a sensory overload twice. Before Peter had a chance to even open his mouth to rant about today, loud laughter filled his ears as most of the Avengers laughed with some kid.

"He's so pathetic! He can't even stand up for himself! Everybody at school hates him. The other day, he tripped into a wall!" The Avengers started laughing at the kid.

"It seems that the child you speak of is an idiot- a bit like the man of spiders!" This boomed. Peter could feel his cheeks burn up at the embarrassment. He looked around, to see Natasha, Bucky, Wanda and Bruce looking at him sympathetically. Peter could feel the tears burning at the back of his eyes as he slipped out of the room. The only people who noticed him followed after him. Peter stopped abruptly once they were far enough away from the room to not be heard by the other Avengers.

"Who was that?" Peter asked curiously, blinking away the tears.

"His name is Eugene Thompson. Calls himself flash. He's been here for about a week, and, from what I've gathered, is very arrogant and full of himself." Natasha replied. Bruce, Wanda and Bucky nodded in agreement. Only Bucky notice Peter pale slightly at the mention of the other kids name.

"You okay Pete?" Bucky asked. Peter sneakily nodded.

"Yeah." He breathed,"I'll be fine." And with that he hurried home to his and May' s apartment, where he cried himself to sleep.

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Over the next few months, Peter only saw Bruce, Nat, Bucky and Wanda out of the Avengers. Everyone else was busy with flash.

School had gotten worse too. Flash's words became harder, the punches and kicks worse, leaving Peter a bloody mess most days.

To say he didn't have depression would be lying. He put on a happy, bubbly, kind facade on whilst at school, at the tower or with May, but as soon as he was alone,he was a mess of anxiety, depression and PTSD. Most nights consisted of him trapped under that stupid warehouse that the vulture dude dropped on him. Peter had had enough.

Natasha had spoken to Tony about Peter, and Tony invited the boy round for a sleepover that night. A sense of false hope followed Peter. He wanted to believe that they had actually began to care; but he knew it was all a lie. Nobody cared for him.

Just as he expected, the night consisted of fake smiles and empty promises. As soon as everybody was asleep, he asked FRIDAY to direct him to any music room. He followed where she instructed him to go and soon enough, came across the most beautiful piano ever.

He rushed over to play it, desperate to let his heart out, to break the shell he put around his real emotions. He began to play a tune;one of his favourite songs by p!nk.

I'll have to die for this I fear

There's rage and terror and there's sickness here

I fight because I have to

I fight for us to know the truth

There's not enough rope to tie me down

There's not enough tape to shut this mouth

The stones you throw can make me bleed

But I won't stop until we're free

Wild hearts can't be broken.

No wild hearts can't be broken

This is my rally cry

I know it's hard, we have to try

This is a battle of my strength

To want my share is not a sin

There's not enough rope to tie me down

There's not enough tape to shut this mouth

The stones you throw can make me bleed

But I won't stop until we're free

Wild hearts can't be broken

No wild hearts can't be broken

You beat me,betrayed me

You're losing,we're winning

My spirits, above me

You cannot deny me

My freedom is burning

This broken world keeps turning

I'll never surrender

There's nothing but a victory

There's not enough rope to tie me down

There's not enough tape to shut this mouth

The stones you throw can make me bleed

But I won't stop until we're free

Wild hearts can't be broken

No wild hearts can't be broken

This wild heart can't be broken.

Peter's spirits were lifted after singing his heart out, and a few stray tears ran down his face. He didn't notice the figure in the doorway, until it spoke with venom like no other.

"You enjoy that sing-song hey penis? Stop faking the emotions. We all know you only do it for attention. After all, you're jealous now that I'm closer to Tony Stark than you are. " at this point flash had moved forward and began to kick and punch Peter. "You're worthless. You're a freak. Nobody loves you! You're not smart! Heck I don't know why anybody likes you! Oh right, they don't! You're parents died to get away from you! Your uncle probably paid to get shot! I bet your aunt is suicidal! Nobody loves you Peter! Nobody!" By now Peter was almost unconscious and laid against a wall, a HUGE dent on the wall above it where flash had thrown him.

"I suggest you shut the hell up before I punch you with my metal arm back to hell." A voice said ,stepping out from the shadows.

It was Bucky.

Flash paled and ran out of the room, only to find Natasha outside, holding a knife menacingly. Flash muttered a string of profanities before fleeing out of the tower.

Natasha instantly ran into the room where Bucky was helping Peter up . She gasped. Peter looked like hell. They both instantly took him to the med bay, where he was confirmed to have 3 broken ribs, a broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion, and a killer migraine.

Natasha showed Tony and the rest of the Avengers the footage, and they fired flash immediately and continuously said sorry to Peter, so instantly forgave them. After all, he just wanted his family back.

And flash, well, he steered clear from Peter, thanks to Natasha.

That was very long, sad and depressing. Hope you enjoyed!
I might add some of my old ocs in soon. maybe. Idk

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