Avengers One-Shots

Peter x Avengers - Coming Out

Peter comes out without meaning to. (Detailed descriptions of rape! Don't read if uncomfortable)
Sorry, I made flash the bad guy..🤷‍♀️
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Ever since Peter was young, he had felt different. He had no interest in girls he saw at school, and he hung out with Ned 24/7. They'd been best friends since 2nd grade. Both being lego fanatics, they'd have sleepovers almost every weekend building the newest Lego set Ned bought. Peter thought nothing of it.
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As Peter grew older, he entered middle school where he crushed on a guy named Flash.  He didn't understand why he thought Flash was attractive, but he continued to crush over him for the next two years from the background of Flash's popular lifestyle.
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During 8th grade, Peter was approached by Flash. The boy told Peter he'd noticed his obsession with him and that he wanted to be a couple and get to know Peter. This wasn't entirely true, but Peter was too distracted to tell. So, the two boys started dating in secret. Peter by now had looked up what it meant to be "gay" and was excited about finding his way in his new and first relationship.
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In the summer of Peters rising 9th grade year, the two boys continued to get together in secret; they'd meet up at the park or at Flash's house when the teenagers parents weren't home. Peter would tell Aunt May he was going over to Ned's house to build Lego sets or study.
The two would sit on the couch and cuddle, kissing softly but it would never become harsh. Until it did.
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(RAPE BELOW. FINAL WARNING. Peter is Spider-Man now.)
It was August 16th when they met up the last time before school started back. They were currently talking about their relationship on Flash's couch, Flash kissing a different part of Peters face every few minutes.
"Flash?" Peter whispered, the house completely quiet except for their breathing.
"Mm?" The teenager questioned, rubbing his fingertips softly over Peters right arm.
"Are we going to tell people about us? When we get back to school?" Peter exhaled softly, looking up at Flash from his place in his lap, shiny eyes flitting over Flash's face, waiting.
"I don't think we need to." He murmured, leaning his head down to Peter's neck. He placed two kisses on the skin, before biting softly. Peters heart rate picked up, a nervous feeling entering his stomach.
"Not when you're just a toy anyway..."
Peters heart stopped. What?
"Wha- what do you mean?" He asked, his breath knocked away. Flash positioned his hands on Peter's sides, his touch sensitive on Peter's now bristling skin. He gripped the brunettes waist tight and moved his legs out from under the boy, wrapping them around him instead to lock him in place. Biting Peters neck again, he moved his hands under Peters shirt, running his palms along the smooth, innocent skin.
Peter was starting to shake in fear. He didn't want this. He was a 9th grade virgin!
"Flash, let go of me." His voice quivered.
"Not until I'm through with you. Not until you're begging for me." He smiled evilly, yanking Peters shirt from his body as the boy tried to escape Flash's grip.
With Peters shirt now off, Flash roamed the innocent boys body with his hands, pinching and twisting his nipples. Peter gasped in pain. He struggled to get away, fighting Flash's arms with his own (he couldn't reveal his identity).
But Flash didn't retaliate.
"No, Peter." He growled, gripping his wrists so tight it brought tears to Peters eyes. "It will only hurt if you resist."
Peter cried out from the pain, as Flash let go.
And Peter didn't move.
He didn't move when Flash opened Peters pants.
He didn't move when Flash moved him to the couch.
He didn't move when Flash pulled himself from his own pants.
He didn't move when Flash entered his tight body.
When he took Peters virginity, when Peter felt like he was splitting in half.
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Flash pulled out of Peter, pulling up and zipping his pants closed.
Peter felt hot tears falling down his face. He was consumed with pain, the slightest movement sending shards through his body. He lay there for what felt like forever, but was only a minute. Flash jumped him so fast, Peter jerked in fear as the rapists hand wrapped around his neck. Peters eyes widened in fear
What? What are you doing?! His mind screamed, but his mouth couldn't make a sound.
"You tell anyone about this, slut, and you'll be in serious trouble. Got it?" Flash tightened his hold on Peters throat, causing his airways to close halfway.
"Got it?!" Peter nodded best he could while he lost his breath.
"Good." Flash let go of Peters neck, and the boy gasped for breath. Bruises started to form in the shape of fingerprints. "Now get out of my home. Don't come back."
Peter tried to get away as fast he could but the pain was insufferable. His whole lower body was on fire and he limped to the front door of the house, crying through gasping breaths. He had to get out of here.
(Below is the aftermath of the rape.)
Opening the front door, he pulled his backpack over his shoulders and left. Making his way down the street, he pulled his web shooters and mask from his bag, slipping them on. Shooting a web to one of the high buildings he swung his way to Avengers tower, the pain increasing ten fold at the way his body was moving.
"Peter, I'm sensing distress. You seem to be showing symptoms of sexual assault. Should I alert Mr. Stark of your condition and your whereabouts?"
"N-no Ka-Karen, don't tell h-him I'm c-coming please."
"Yes, Peter." It almost sounded as If Karen felt sorry for him. He continued his trip to the tower.
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He stepped through the now open window, pain pushing through him. His face was now drenched with tears, his body felt like it was being torn apart. Making his way gingerly to the hallway from the office he had climbed into, he asked Friday where Mr. Stark was, taking his mask off.
"He's in the lab Mr. Parker. Should I get him for you?"
"N-no, I'll get him." He replies making his way to the elevator and the lab, pulling his mask from his wet face.
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"Mr. Stark, Mr. Parker is here." Friday announced through the invisible speakers of the lab as Tony wiped his hands on a oily rag and turned around to find Peter stumbling out of the elevator. His shirt was torn, pants hanging loosely on his waist, bruises pink on his throat. His hair was tossed and tears covered his pink cheeks, his eyes swollen from crying.
Tony felt sad, confused, angry, and protective all at once. His heart felt like it might explode.
"Kid?" His breath was gone. The boy looked up at him, his eyes lost, a darkness covering them. He looked dead. All sense of happiness and excitement lost.
"T-tony pl-please help." Peter whimpered. "I-I-it hurts so bad."
Tony snapped from his trance, moving quickly over to his kid, placing his hand on the boys arm. Peter flinched hard. Tony was shocked and moved his hand from him.
"Kid, what happened?" He whispered, voice cracking.
"I-I I can't t-tell you. He told me not t-to!" Peters tears never seemed to end. He felt shaky, weak. He moved his hands to Tony's shoulders, grasping onto him as his legs gave out.
"Kid, what hurts? Where can I touch you?" Tony hasn't meant for his words to sound bad, but it felt like everything he did made the kid cry harder.
"Kid, I'm taking you to Banner, okay?" He carefully picked up his kid, making sure he didn't hurt the boy. Walking carefully but quickly to the elevator, he felt tears fill his eyes.
"Friday, tell Bruce to meet us in the med bay ASAP. Tell him it's Peter." He whispered.
"Yes, boss." The AI replied as the elevator made its way there.
When the two got there, Bruce was standing ready, waiting. He didn't expect what he saw.
"Tony, what happened to Peter?" His eyes widened, shocked as he got an IV ready. Tony started moving towards the bed Bruce was standing next to, carefully laying Peter down but Peter felt fire go up his backside. He cried out, scaring the two causing Tony to drop Peter onto the bed, causing him even more pain.
"Please m-make it stop-p! It hurts!" Peter was crying hard again. Tony's heart broke.
"Pete, kid, tell me what's going on? What hurts?"
"I..." He was fighting an inner battle with himself. His helpless side won. Through the shame and the fear, he spoke. His throat closed as he tried to get the words out.
"I was-was ra-raped. I couldn't stop h-him and it's all m-my fault." Tony's heart dropped to his stomach.
Oh god, oh god, OH GOD. Not his Pete, not his kid! Please no...
"Sweetheart, shh, I know..I love you so much. It'll be okay. Everything's going to be okay." Everything was soothing sounds and gentle hugs as Tony combed through Peters tangled hair with his fingers. Bruce meanwhile didn't do anything without Peters permission. The boy was so scared of the littlest touches. Taking his shirt off almost sent him into a panic attack. Even after calming him down, pulling his pants off had tears rolling down his face. Tony was sure his heart was breaking.
When Bruce deemed it okay for Peter to get in the shower, the boy lightly nodded, lost in his own thoughts. He felt disgusting, ashamed, unworthy of anything good.
"...ter? Peter? Come back to me, kid." He escaped his thoughts and looked over at Tony who's eyes showed the most concern he'd ever seen in a person. "Do you want me to help you?"
Peter's cheeks burned red and he shook his head. "No." Tony nodded.
"Okay. Let me know if you need me, kid." Peter headed slowly toward the adjoined bathroom in the med bay. After he shut the door, he rested his hands on the counter, supporting his weight. Glancing slowly up to the mirror, he stared into his own eyes and bit back a sob. He looked horrible. His neck was a darker shade than his face, fingerprint markings and purple bruises covering it. His lower body was still unpleasantly wet from earlier.
Peter felt like he might throw up. He felt violated, broken. But he couldn't have done anything, could he? He couldn't reveal his identity just to get away. Then everyone would know.
Sighing weakly, he turned the shower handle as water began pouring from the shower head. Stepping into the shower with pain lacing through his body, he turned the heat higher. The temperature made his body red, but he didn't care. He couldn't feel it. Steam filled the bathroom, covering the mirror with water droplets.
Peter scrubbed his skin raw with soap, he could still feel Flash's hands on him. Pulling his clothes away, burying himself inside him.
"No..no no no. Stop please please.." Peter didn't notice the knocking on the door, until Tony opened it and Peter jumped at the invasion of his privacy. Only a curtain was separating them. Before this, Peter would have been embarrassed but not afraid. Not terrified of the body behind the thin sheet of plastic. All he could see, feel was Flash.
"Pl-please, don't come a-any closer. Please.." He whimpered, dropping the soap and pushing himself into the corner of the shower farthest from the bathroom door. Tears filled his eyes. Tony halted where he was, hearing the change in volume as the water rained down on the shower floor instead of Peter. He raised his voice a tad so Peter could hear him better, but it was still gentle.
"It's just me Kid. It's Tony. I wanted to make sure you were okay. You've been in here for a while." Peter was huddled on the shower floor now, trembling. Goosebumps covered his skin.
"I-I.." Peter's mouth was dry, images still flashing in his mind.
"I can still f-feel h-him, Mr. S-Stark...his hands on m-me." Tony felt like crying. "I'm-I'm sorry, sir." Tears started falling down Tony's face. His kid was sobbing in the shower as a result of being raped and he could only comfort the boy with words. Useless words. He couldn't even hold him.
"I'm so sorry, Pete. You shouldn't have to deal with this. I'm going to help you get through this, okay?"
Tony waited and heard a meek 'ok' before he wiped his tears and told Friday to turn off the shower. Turning around to grab a bath towel from below the sink, Tony hesitated.
"Peter? Can I pull back the curtain?" Nothing. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked. It's likely the boy wanted privacy after what happened.
"No!" Peter quickly yelped, standing in the now cold shower. His body ached.
"I don't want to be alone..if he comes back." Tony nodded and slowly reached for the edge of the curtain. As he pulled it back, he kept looking up. He didn't want to make Peter uncomfortable.
Holding the towel outstretched, Tony heard water drip as Peter got out of the shower and moved towards him. Wrapping the towel around the boy - no, teenager - Tony dried a shaking Peter off and handed him a hospital gown. Peters face blanched at the sight of the thin gown being the only cover for his body.
"I know kiddo, it's only for a few days, okay? It makes it easier for Bruce to help you." Peter nodded, letting out a shaky sigh and grasping the gowns edges with his fingertips before slipping it on.
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(Okay, so I lost a lot of inspiration for this one shot so sorry if it ends stupid, I didn't know how to continue it.)
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"That's it." Tony praises helping Peter back into his bed. Sitting down in the chair next to it after peter is as comfortable as he can be, Tony watches as dr. Banner does things on his tablet and leaves the room to do tests. Tony watches Peters chest rise and fall with slow, even breaths.
He would get through it. With Tony by his side, he would.
"I gotcha, kid. It'll all be better in the morning."