The Pain I'm In || Peter parker || [Completed]✔

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Natoshas pov

MOMENTS AFTER DISCUSSING
The issue with peter, I found myself angrily driving as fast as possible to get to the address Tony gave me.

Something felt off about this, as if just confronting him would be too easy. It could just be my 'assassination instincts' talking; considering I always expect the worst.

So when I finally pulled over in front of a seemingly abandoned apartment complex; i noticed The bricks from the outside were chipping away, along with some old graffiti paint. The Windows looked boarded up, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed liquor store just down the street.

I approached keeping my head high, all senses were out and working, absorbing every piece of information around me. I knocked on the door twice, and ended up coughing on the dust built up on the door.

I waited a while, and got no answer, so then i knocked again.
Eventually I'm standing here for nearly 10 minutes knocking impatiently before reaching into my hair. I pulled out that spare bobby pin I always keep stashed away, (just in case) and quickly picked the lock.

I kicked open the door
Before looking over the place in astonishment at the site, it was completely empty.
Isolated, but still there were cobwebs and spiders resting in cracks and small shadows of the room.

but then; come to think of it, we have lost track of the kid's where abouts alot recently, so it makes since that they'd probably moved, but I had to ask myself; why wouldn't peter tell Tony if he was moving?...wait maybe this is a red flag all together.

Maybe Peter was to scared to say anything because of that guy.
Maybe that guy scared Peter into silence for a cover, and he moved to a different address so that we couldn't butt into his life, and pluck him out of that environment.

But if that's the case, maybe we shouldn't come to him directly...
we could scare him away and that won't help anybody. We need a way to secretly catch the abuser in action, without Peter's knowing, so that we don't scare him away.

Just as I rambled in my mind, I had realised I'd been on auto-pilot when I notice I'm making my way back to the tower, safely driving in my car.

Then I stopped at a beaming red Traffic light, and spaced out into the Peek of the pole where the objects intersect, and i notice the traffic surveillance camera.

It is my job to notice everything everywhere I go, and you're supposed to notice traffic lights (Duh) but the cameras not so much, obviously for specific reasons
#1 to take pictures, of people breaking the law, hints the 'seat belts save lives' sight posted On the center of the pole.
#2 to catch things in the night that cops can't always catch criminals based on physical evidence, sometimes they look over the cameras for evidence of things that might occur outside the public eye.

Someone abruptly honks, waking me from my Thoughts. I slam on the pedals then, stop while revving my engine just to scare the inpatient little bitch who decided to honk at me.

As I continue driving and spacing out, an idea hit me...what if we had some sort of camera hidden on Peter so that we could catch the man in crime.

Of course I'll probably need to go over it with Tony, he'll know what to do and exactly what to make.

Tony's Pov

After Nat came back, she returned with news, instead of peter.
She had explained to me what happened, and that address written on his contract form wasn't real. She tried convincing me that They may have moved over the months we stopped talking to Peter. I don't doubt that they moved of course, but I doubt the fact that it wasn't to do with Peter all together. Last time I checked when people usually move they upgrade or downgrade, and it's due to financial consequences.

Good consequences: meaning maybe the family is making alot more money and can finally aford this or
bad consequences: meaning they're either evicted or can't afford to live anywhere but a cheep small apartment or maybe even a long term motel.

She gave me the idea, as to what we could do to figure things out, but she also warned me
"It could potentially damage that relationship between you, if he figures out we violated his privacy like that."

"Relax I've got everything under control." I said with a smirk.
"Well you'd better, that kid is A hell of a good actor, if it turns out this
Man-" I cut her off,

"You know I will." She purses her lips before responding.

"Then we need to do anything we can to help him, that boy doesn't deserve a life like what he's been living through."

I sighed, but more Of a sad sigh then one of frustration. "That's why I'm taking control, like I usually do."
She scoffed at me.

"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Pull up those blue prints, used to make
red-wig." Minutes later a holographic picture appears in the center of the room after the lights automatically dimmed.

"Now shave off some of the extra armer, and get rid of the weapons." The picture then sorted itself out, bits and pieces disappearing. Then after a few seconds the thing looked naked. But still huge and obviously noticeable.

"Try to shrink it down, into something a little smaller, less On the radar".

Natasha smiled, then turned and left the room. I got to work as fast as I could. I ended working to the bone, I needed to get this done for Peter's sake. There was no time in my life for sleep.

Peter's Pov

I woke up at 3 o clock in the morning. I really really really wished I didnt. I really just wish, that I never woke up.

Eventually the blades called unto me, and I just couldn't ignore. Literally Before I knew it I was slashing at my wrists faster and faster, sinking The blade into my flesh and tearing it across my forearms.
Bloody tears would seep through my eyes.

I let out small crackled whimpers when I realised I had Been so distracted with my blades, that I'd have to be perfectly ready to go to school in a few hours.

By the time I checked my phone, it was already 4:37 am. And for some reason I had decided to slide on my suit and go out for a late night...or I mean an early morning patrol.

At first when I heard soomething I thought maybe it might've been the demons in my head, protesting, my return, only to wallow in my own self pity, but I needed to get out of there.