Peter Parker and The avengers one shots and songfics!

Orphan Part 1

Peter was on his way home from school. He had to get back to the orphanage on time, or the others would get their beatings. When he got there early, he was able to take their beatings. The other children at the orphanage were like his brothers and sisters, so, as he was the third oldest, and the only one with super healing, he felt like he had to look after everyone else.

When he got back, he heard Olly and Todd drinking together. He hid behind the door, and heard the soft knock on the door. The others were back. He opened the door slowly, so he didn't make any noise. "Quick go upstairs" he whispered to his 'siblings'
"What about you?" Lola and Alfie whispered at the same time. God those twins scared him sometimes. "I'll be fine, get the little ones upstairs. Get the first aid kit ready for later." The twins glared at him as he said that. "You always get hurt Peter. Let us take the beatings for once!" Alfie hissed. I ignored him and shooed them upstairs. They just sighed and whispered 'good luck' as they hushed the smaller children and took them upstairs.

Peter walked into the living room as the two drunks stared at him. "Ah, young Pet *hiccup* er, come back for another beating?" The men didn't wait for an answer, they just got the belt and hit him with it. Peter bit his cheek to stop the screams, as he didn't want to scare the younger ones. Todd stubbed out his cigarette on Peters back, as Olly smashed a vase on his forehead. Todd grabbed a piece of the broken vase and pulled it across Peters arm. He winced, but didn't say anything. Olly walked up and held him up against the wall by his throat, Peters feet dangling above the floor. Olly punched Peters face and laughed when Peter finally broke and cried out. Peter scratched at the hand around his throat and gasped when Olly finally let go. "Go you stupid rat!" They both screamed at him, and Peter ran up to his and Alfie room. He was met with glares from the twins, which softened when they saw his injuries. "Listen Pete, we get it. You have super healing, so you don't feel the pain for as long. But look at you! You've been burnt, bruised, cut, hit, and you won't let anyone else take any hits for you. You're younger than us, we should take the beatings! You could tell Stark if you wanted to, and he would take you to live with him! So why do you stay?" Alfie ranted. Peter looked down at his feet sheepishly.
"Because I don't want to see you get hurt" Peter said quietly. Lola and Alfie smiled.
"We don't like seeing you get hurt either Peter" Lola said quietly.
"I'm sorry." Peter said, wincing as Alfie bandaged the cuts on his arm. They carried on bandaging Peter up in silence until Lola looked at her watch. "Peter, its 9 o clock. Fourteen year olds need at least 8 hours sleep, and you need to wake up at 5 to get to school for 7, so it's bedtime no. OK?" Lola said, being the mathematician she was. Peter nodded and climbed the steps up to his bed. Lola walked out and closed the door quietly, and Alfie put away the first aid kit. Then it was silent.

"Night Petey" Alfie said.

"Night Alfie" Peter responded.

The next day

Peter ran down to his classroom. He had Algebra, his last class of the day. He had to sit next to Flash though, and they weren't friends to put it simply. Flash had picked on Peter everyday since 3rd grade. But only this year it had got physical. Peter sat down and prepared himself for the insults.
"Hey Puny, how's the orphanage? Little Peter Parker has nobody to love him. His parents left him, his Uncle left him, his Aunt left him. And when everyone finds out that youre lying about your 'internship', you'll lose your place at this school. Because no one wants the burden that you are." Flash hisses, but Peter ignored him. It was after class when it was going to get hard. He had to escape school without being caught by Flash. Because then when he got to the tower, he would get questioned on why he was hurt. That wouldn't be fun. The bell rang, and Peter ran out of the class, away from Flash. He saw Alfie and Lola getting all of the little kids from the Elementary school down the road as he ran out. He was happy that they had found a library to got to after school. No one at the orphanage meant no one could get the beatings. Peter ran over to Happy and jumped in the backseat. He saw Flash looking around for him outside.
"Hi Happy!" Peter said, and he giggled as Happy put the screen up between them. He knew Happy didn't really hate him. Or he hoped he didnt. Peter wasn't sure. They pulled up to the tower, and Peter ran out, swinging round a lamp post as he ran through the door. "Peter, what happened to your face?" Clarissa, the receptionist, asked. Shit. He forgot about the black eye. "Ummm, I uuu, I ran into a wall?" He stuttered out. Clarissa raised and eyebrow. "You'll have to think of a better excuse if you want to trick Natasha and Bucky." she said quietly. She was one of the only ones who knew that he was friends with the avengers. He nodded and walked into the elevator. Friday already knew what floor he was going to, so she immediately started moving the elevator. Peter prayed that they wouldn't notice, but they were superheroes! Of course they'd notice. The door opened and Peter was relieved to only see Clint. "Hey Pete" he said, without removing his eyes from the TV. "Tony and the others have  gone out somewhere, they might not be back for a bit, most likely not before you leave, so for now you can come and watch this movie with me!" Clint exclaimed happily, but then he turned around and saw Peters black eye. "Peter what happened?"he said, sounding shocked and worried at the same time.
"I walked into a door" Peter said calmly. Clint raised his eyebrow in the same way Clarissa did.
"Peter, you don't have to lie to me" Clint said, sounding hurt that Peter would lie to him. Peter sighed but began to tell him.
"You can't tell anyone though" Peter said, and Clint nodded.
"I live in an orphanage, and its old, and I fell down the stairs" Peter said, still not telling Clint the whole truth.
"You're an orphan?" Clint said, sounding confused.
"Yeah. Parents died when I was 3, Aunt and Uncle when I was 5." Peter said emotionlessly. Clint looked shocked.
"What orphanage is It?" Clint asked, and Peter panicked and accidently told him.
"Green Dale Orphanage"