Peter Parker Stories

The Soul Stone (4)

"Somewhere impossible to reach." Quills face fell and tears sprung to his eyes. The rest of his team also frowned and let their own tears fall.
"No. No, you're lying." He pointed angrily at the sorcerer.
"Quill, there is nothing I can do. It is impossible to get to the heart of any of the stones."
"Well maybe we should start focusing on important matters." Sam spoke up, standing with his arms crossed.
"Are you saying she isn't important?" He harshly whispered, before he started yelling in Sam's face.
And it was all back to the beginning.
People were shouting at each other  again. They had reverted back what had happened before.
The only difference was this time Shuri and Wanda had somehow also joined in the verbal shouting. They were both wearing thin and couldn't hold back anymore.
Peter could feel a sensory overload coming on and could tell Matt and Wade were about to join in the fighting as well, both getting irritated by the shouting heroes.
He stood up from where he had been sitting, putting Honey, Karen and the machine in his bag.
"Enough! We're not going to get anything done if you keep fighting all the time! We need to at least tolerate each other instead of going for each other's throats! You're supposed to be Earths Mightiest Heroes or Guardians of the Galaxy but instead you're all acting like you're enemies! How are we supposed to help everyone if we can't stop fighting?" He was breathing heavily at the end of his little speech/ rant.
Most of the heroes looked guilty and some looked like they just had a large wake up call.
Quill was still mad but chose not to say anything.
Bucky wasn't sure how he felt about a child having more sense than any of them.
Strange was impressed that he had actually said anything. He knew, after spending a few hours with the teen, that he was generally timid and soft-spoken.
Sam was, well, Sam was still mad, and for some reason it rubbed him the wrong way that this child was telling them what to do.
"What do you know?" Sam said, and everyone turned to look at him.
Peter faltered for a second but still held up his determined face.
"What do you know about any of this? You've never been in our position, never had lives depending on you, never had the guilt of not being able to save someone. You were only here by chance. You probably live a comfy life with your parents, no worries, nice home, friends. You have never seen death like we have. You have everything given to you on a platter. It would be better if you would just disappear right now! We don't need you! You're a burden! We don't need a child telling us what to do!"
At this point, Sam was in Peters face, and Peter had shrunk into himself. He was trying really hard not to cry, while his Spidey-sense went off. He didn't bother trying to stop what was about to happen.
Wade tackled Sam to the floor and started to attack him. Matt ran forward, trying to stop his friend from killing Sam. Others also stepped forward to help get them both off each other but Peter just turned and walked away when no one was looking.
He walked just out of earshot but the others could still see him.
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"Wade, that's enough!" Matt shouted as he finally got Wade off Sam with the help of T'Challa and Strange.
Bucky and Wanda held back Sam who was bruised in his face.
Matt, ever the lawyer, put on a calm face as he looked on the direction of the hero.
"You. You have no idea what he has been through." He spoke in an eerily calm voice.
Sam, still running on adrenaline, sneakily replied.
"What? He get detention for not doing his own homework? Kid doesn't look like he could say the five times table." Shuri frowned at this, knowing that Peters intellect was far beyond everyone else's here, maybe even her own.
"His parents died when he was six. He's been bullied by most of his classmates since he was eleven. His uncle was murdered when he was fourteen and he died in his arms. He and his aunt barely can make enough money for necessities. He has two jobs outside of school trying to help and barely sleeps. He has been stabbed by a mugger and had to stitch it up himself so as not to worry his aunt. He has had a building collapse on him and barely got out alive. He now has PTSD. He is fifteen tears old. He's been through that and he is fifteen years old." He had kept walking closer and got into Sam's face.
His face was filled with shock, but his eyes were filled with surprise, guilt and regret.
There was silence until they all heard a far away shout.
"PETER!!!"
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Peter sat down and Karen and Honey  came out his bag and sat beside him, their presence reassuring.
He allowed himself to cry then, the tears hitting the water and splashing like rain on a lake.
"It's not true. You know that, right?" Karen said, voice soft and gentle to his sensitive ears.
Peter remained silent, tears continuing to hit the 'water'. He knew logically it wasn't true but... he felt like a burden.
He stared into his reflection and saw he looked horrible. More tears fell and his reflection warped into the image of a young girl with green skin. She had black hair with pink/red tips up in a bun hairstyle and wore purple robes.
He reached a hand down and the girl reached out too. There hands seemed to connect when the image warped again.
This time, he was staring into pure black eyes with red pupils. They had bared sharp teeth and dark brown hair. He was pale and had red and black veins.
What surprised Peter was that he was looking at a different version of himself, and yet it wasn't.
What shocked him completely, was when his arm was grabbed and he was suddenly pulled under.
The last his senses took in was a shout of his name and Karen and Honey looking down on him before the darkness surrounded him.

Okay Part 4! Woop. So, sorry to make Sam really mean but I kinda needed it for the plot. So, I hope you enjoyed.

Until the next update.
Later xxx