The Life of Peter Parker

The one with Hydra

It's been 6 months since Peter was captured by Hydra. Tortured by Hydra. 6 months since the Avengers found him in that God awful little cell that reeked like shit. A cell with only a small bed. Nothing on it. No blanket, no nothing.

Peter's physical recovery was quick. Thanks to his enhanced healing. Emotionally though? That took a while longer. That's why it took him 6 months to get the courage to go to school again. To see his friends and enemies again. Peter dreaded going to school but Dr Banner thought it was for the best, so that's what he did. He didn't have any problems with the things they did at school, afterall, while he was in treatment, Tony and Bruce came to his room every day to talk a bit about science and problems they had with some stuff. Even Steve came once or twice for some world war II stories. Peter listened and he learned.

Everything was going fine in school for his first 2 months. Ned and Mj knew about everything and were supportive as ever. They helped him through that one panic attack he had when they needed to slice open a frog in biology and it reminded him too much of what Hydra did to him. They encouraged him to go on and never give up. God, he loved is friends.

And Flash? Well, Flash was surprisingly decent. He didn't know what had happened to Peter but even he knew that the far away look in his usually beaming, happy bully victim showed that something bad happened the last half year. It didn't stop him from calling him Penis, though. Once or twice he called him out on something but that was about it.

Peter really felt like things were looking good for him. Of course his Parker Luck™ striked again.

It was about two and a half months after he attended school again when the teachers decided it would be a phenomenal idea to make a body positivity project. For a good week, everything was about that topic. Don't get him wrong, he loved the idea about it because with his super hearing he heard the hurt in many voices when they complained about their weight. Girls, Boys, too many of them. So no, that's not what bothered him. It was the fact they didn't get to know what was happening on the last day. It was something about gym class but that was it.

On Friday Peter's spidey sense prickled. He knew it wasn't danger but he also knew that something was going to happen, that won't be necessarily good for him.

Everyone was asked to be at the gym hall by 8. After they made sure that everyone was there they handed everyone a baggy onesie. Nobody knew why but everyone changed in the gym lockers. When they were done they were ushered on seats and a video of Captain America was shown. Peter quietly laughed to himself, as he had met the hero and knew that he was completely different.

After half an hour the video made a loud boom noise. Everyone focused on the video again and listened. Captain America was now explaining what they had to do and the rules that were to follow. While Peter was listening, his face grew paler and paler. Nuh-uh. he was not going to show his half naked body. Not with the scars.

Much to Peter's dismay there was a list at the forefront. Groups of five were called to the front then they had to take of their onesies and stand confidently for 30 seconds. The only rule: Nobody was allowed to laugh or they'd get detention for a month. If you laughed twice that meant 2 months and so on.

Peter wanted to pass out. He was not going to do that. Not going to undress. Not going to show his scars. Not going to scare people off. Not even his friends knew he had those large scars. Since the project was long planned and nobody knew if Peter was going to be there, he was last on the list. Of course with his luck™ he was gonna have to stand alone in front of 1000 and many more people.

After everyone was done, which by the looks of it wasn't easy for some people, Peter had to walk to the forefront. God, he hated it. "So Peter, since you're all alone why don't you just take your friends with you?", Coach Clayton asked. Peter looked panicked: "Oh look, I don't have any friends how 'bout I just skip?". "Very funny Mr Parker. Leeds? Jones? Come up here and support your friend", Clayton tried again. By now, Peter was positively freaking out. He just had to pull the zipper down for a few seconds but he couldn't bring himself to. "Coach, I don't feel so good could I-". "Come on Parker, every single one could do it. You can too.". "I'm not going to". "Uh yes you are. If not then you will have to run 100 rounds around the field. Wouldn't want that now, would you?" "I'll take that", Peter was already walking down when Flash stood up and pushed him back, then pulled down his zipper while also pulling down the onesie.

Everyone gasped. Clayton dropped the mic he was holding. MJ dropped slightly onto Ned. A few students got watery eyes. And why? Well for one, There was a huge scar from right under his arm, down to his hip bone. That was the biggest one. smaller ones were in a sort of stripey pattern down his waist. The other ones already faded. Then to top it all off, his literal eight pack was hard to oversee. "Dude what the fuck?" , Flash yelled and that's when he bailed. Peter grabbed his onesie and ran out of the school, directly to the Avengers Tower. He waited impatiently in the elevator, then he ran down to the lab and gave Tony a bone crushing hug. Tony didn't ask he simply held him.

After a few hours Peter explained everything and then he fell asleep. Over the weekend he overworked himself in his lab until exhaustion overtook his body. On Monday he didn't want to go to school but he knew he had to eventually, so why not do it now already.

As Peter rushed into the school every pair of eyes was on him. Ned and MJ nearly tackeled him to the ground. Even Flash put a hand on his shoulder and said a soft sorry into his ear.

He still got stares for another month or so but eventually they stopped. Without sharing his story, people respected him. The teachers were not too hard on him and everything was soon back to normal. Maybe... it wasn't too bad afterall.

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