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

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Recap: deadpool lectured furthur "The one time I was granted an opportunity to die...I could've taken it, but I didn't. And I Didn't die, because..
Death doesn't take the pain away.
It just passes the pain onto someone else."

I turned back around completely, and sat back down on the couch.
I absorbed his words, like a sponge. I wandered away in my thoughts for a brief moment
Slightly concerned of the impact his voice truly gave me,
But more concerned as to why the voice in my head has decided to sleep.

I couldnt help but stress over where it's gone. What it's plan was, why was it there in the first place?

Am I going insane??

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Peter's Pov

AFTER TAKING IN HIS WORDS,
I couldn't help the tears, that threatened to burst from my eyes.

He then calmed me down, by telling me he wasn't going to call Tony. In fact he said that I could stay off the radar and live with him for a bit.

He explained the living conditions, and I gradually accepted them but couldn't help the thoughts that cloud my mind.

This is usually around the time the voice in my head kicks in and tries Saying something sadistic and suicidal like-- 'let's go search his bathroom for blades and pain pills.' But as soon as that idea came to mind I looked up at him innocently.

"Do you, maybe have a bathroom I could use?" He stifles a laugh. "No kid, I'm gonna make you dig a hole in the ground and use leaves for toilet paper." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

I faked a slight smile at his joke. "No shit of course I have a bathroom, down the hall to the left." He points me the way and I work my way down there lost in thought.

I'm going to need that suit, so I might need to sneak out later and go get it.

But then a wave a realisation hit me. I still have my suit...it's just in my bag, which is most likely back at my room in the tower.

'Shit' I mutter under my breathe thinking of how I'm gonna be able to get that suit.

Then I remembered, I still had my old suit back at Michael's place.
All I have to do is sneak in and out, and this way I won't have to risk too much considering what would happen if I snuck into avengers tower just to steal my real suit.

Tony's Pov

After Peter pulled his little stunt,
I spent ages trying to track him down.

It would've been easier it he'd brought the suit with him but he didn't. What really worries me is what kind of danger he could be in without it.

While Peter had been in the coma, i managed to have that sadistic man the government wanted to consider as Peter's father; locked up. Now that I had the majority of his belongings, since I was trying to gain leagal guardianship over him I've come across a stack of old video tapes in a box.

And now, I'm in my lab reviewing them for any possible clue as to who Michael really was to him.

One in particular I had come across, seemed to really tug at my emotions.

' But aunt may I don't want to be An aracutalor.' A feeble Young voice whines.
Peter seemed to have been Worked up over something. He clenched anxiously onto a rather familiar red and gold mask, as if his little life depended on it.

He seemed to be at least 6 years old In the video, so I can only assume this might have been created anywhere from 5 to 8 years ago.

A feminine voice bursts out laughing, as Peter held a serious look. "I wanna be iron man when I grow up." He states, bluntly with pride in his voice.

I couldn't help but lose myself in the video, at how happy he was back then.

He put the mask on, and held out his hand as if he was just gonna blast the place to Bits.

I wished the damned kid didn't run off like that. I was definetely ready to tease him for his baby hands sometime in the future. That was, if there actually was a future with his return involved.

I knew the video, was meant to be Something sweet, but I still found myself tearing up, angrily.

It reminded me of my parents. I guess I never really had a fair connection with them, but I can share the pain of losing someone. That sick void in your stomach when you wake up, and you just have to force yourself out of bed- for no one else's good but your own.
There's no one waiting for you to wake up. So it just feels...

pointless.

watching them. He just seemed so carefree, and happy. It adgitated me. I wanted to see him smiling again, I wished all this angsty teen bullshit would just, come to a stop.

But it's so obvious that he's trapped.
And if there's no one left in his life that's willing to save him from himself, than I'm going to have to be that person.

I decided then and there I was going to do whatever it takes to find Peter and show him what real happiness.

After all...

My kid only deserves that much.
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A/N: I know! Short chapter....it'll be okay though, I've literally already started on the next one. I hope you guys enjoyed! Be sure to vote, and I'll see you next chapter!
-KrazyGhostwriter