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

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Recap: My eyes open like two flashlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing enough light to illuminate whatever I look at.

Though my eyes are open I can't think of why; my heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into my carotid. I strain into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.

Waking up to such different surroundings, left me slightly scared. Once I go over what happened in my mind, I feel like I'm sort of caught up in the current situatuon I've gotten myself in.

Deadpool, or who I now also know as wade-- allowed me to stay here, at least until I figure out how to go home and confront Mr. Stark about my..outburst.

Maybe...I could just hide away forever, at least until I'm 18 right?

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||Trigger warning ||

please be aware, the rest of the following story contains graphic violence which depicts over suicidal thoughts, and self harm.

The story is full of painful qualities but I am in no way making fun of any of the following discussions. I believe this is a story that deserves a fighting chance, alongside all of the other stories I've updated.
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3 months later...
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Peter's Pov

YOU NEVER REALLY REALISE
How good you have it, until your life is washed away from you.

Like the broken; but small humble family I once had. Life has picked on them slowly but surely, striking out Each and every piece of my family.

And sense I am the last,
Life is making me suffer.

After two weeks of making a short term "alliance" with deadpool, I've managed to weave my way back out on the streets.

Something in my mind has switched.
Like something dark, and twisted.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm the shell of a broken boy, forced into manhood at the age of 7.

Or...maybe I wasn't meant to exist amongst this earth?

Who in God's name are we kidding?? We were never meant to exist here.

I can hardly remember the last time I spoke to Tony. Honestly I'm glad.

The monster who tore through me that day...I can't allow anyone to see him again. It's funny how we think we could possibly escape the sadistic pain in which leaches off our Thoughts every messed up day.

Have I ever really allowed myself hope of escape?

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Tony's pov

I haven't slept in 2 weeks.

As every memory races throughout my mind, I sift through the lab. I've done everything in my power to ignore pepper. Why? She keeps telling me to stop!

Stop, and abandon all hope of finding that boy? Stop, rest and lose my last chance of saving him? Stop, and Forget that he's still out; god knows where writhing in pain?

Am I losing my Mind trying to figure out how I can Find peter?
Maybe!

All I know, is that losing that boy
Was one of the worst things I could've done. Screw that, losing that boy was one of the stupidest things I could've possibly done.

Without Spider-Man, crime in queens is sky rocketing. Every day, I'm getting calls. Having to stop What I'm doing, to go save someone else's sorry ass.

"Mr. Stark?" Fridays, robotic voice shook me from my thoughts.
I jolt My head up from my desk; whirling around in my chair.

"You have a visitor, on his way up."

"Friday, what the hell to i keep telling you! I'm busy!"
I rush to my feet, bolting towards the opening elevator door, before facing what looked to be a man.

His face, looked torn up. As if his parents took one look at him as a child, and decided they'd chunk his body into a wood-chipper.

I was already adgitated enough, and definitely wasn'tsocializeood
To socialize. "I don't know who you are, but I'm busy. Come back never." I go to cram him back into the elevator,

"Well, I feel very welcome." His voice was smooth, but still obnoxious. "Way to state the obvious, now leave."
He ignores me, sliding some weird mask over his face.

"Pool. Dead pool. I have some interesting information about your son." He extends his hand, motioning for me to shake.

I narrow my eyes, "son? What son, I don't have a..." I trail off,
"YOU!" I growl, clenching my hands around his neck, "What in God's name did you do with him!! Tell me!!"

I felt A twinge of pain against my stomach. I ease my hands jolting back. "Before you Tried to attack me I was trying to say, your kid was safe at my place. Until he disappeared. I just wanted to know if he decided to come back."
I drop him, angrily.

"No, does it really look like I've found him by now?" I motioned towards my shirt, drenched in coffe and sweat stains. He ignored my statement, turning to leave.

"Where the hell are you going?" He turns his head to the side, "while you sit here, and daddy mourn, I'm gonna go hunt down spiderson." I roll my eyes, my fist crashing down onto my chest.

My suit immidiately Starts piecing together, and within seconds I'm completely ready. "Oh yeah. Forgot who I was talking to." He comments.

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Peter's pov

these scars in which litter my body, used to Eventually sew themselves up.

They don't do that anymore.
I'm not really sure if I'm scared of that anymore.

I live in an old, dark, abandoned apartment complex. It's not any different then my old one. It's just empty, and scattered with holes. I used to believe stealing was wrong.

Its the only way we can survive now. And it's alot better than how it used to be. Being locked in my own closet, forced to starve months on end.

Everyday I'm allowed to eat, now. I can do whatever I want whenever I want, it's just. I guess I miss authority, the way I felt when someone cared enough to stop me.

To think, I used to risk my life to stop people who stole like this.
People, like me. Everyone in this world has learned their place through pain and misery.
Through suffering slowly.

What makes us think we should be any different?
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A/N: jeez this was so hard to work with!!! Don't worry guys!!! The next chapter is certainly in the works! Be sure to vote and comment if you have any feedback!! Thanks so much for reading! See you next chapter!!
-KrazyGhostwriter