Peter Parker Oneshots

The Forgotten Child

**Trigger Warnings: Verbal Abuse, suicidal actions, mentions of mental disorders and mentions of self harm**

A five year old Peter ran down the halls, it was his birthday! It was going to be the second one he spent with his new family, and it was going to be amazing! Well, at least he thought it was. He skipped into the kitchen, but nobody was there, there weren't any presents or a cake. It was silent, so Peter ran around the house. Nobody was there, until he got into the living room. There was cake and balloons, presents, and people. He ran in but nobody noticed him, they were all to busy fussing over a kid who was older than him and a kid who was younger than him. The cake said "welcome home", not "Happy Birthday Peter" and it upset the kid. He ran up to them.

"Dad, don't you know what day it is? It's my birthday! I'm five!" He yelled, trying to get everyone's attention, but they just glared at him and told him to get lost. So, that's exactly what he did. Peter ran into his room. He locked the door and cried. Nobody cared that it was his birthday, and nobody would for a very long time...

It's been ten years since that day, Peter's fifteen and not doing too good. He hasn't been happy since before that day, everybody tells him to be better. They think that his 100% grade average is too low, they think he's too fat and too weak. They think he's not good enough. They tell him to shape up and get a life. They hurt him in more ways than one. He's never been enough for them.

Peter tries his best to always be happy and smile. He never sleeps because he studies all night, he doesn't eat and he's too skinny. Because they tell him that he's fat. He spends his day in the gym or out being everyone's favorite webhead. He tries his best to be better. He never puts himself before anyone else, he has manners. He's too afraid to say anything because he believes that they'll hurt him. Peter tries to be good enough for them, but he isn't.

Peter is always hearing all of the painful words that the Avengers say to him. Tony tells him he isn't smart enough. Steve tells him he's not strong enough. Bruce tells him he's too loud. Natasha tells him he's too fat. Clint tells him that he's ugly. Thor tells him he's worthless. Sam tells him that he doesn't understand anything. Everyone tells him something. The only people two don't say anything are Loki and Bucky. 

Peter doesn't have any friends, they all left him for his brothers. Everyone seems to leave him. His real parents, his Aunt and Uncle, his friends, his family. It just seems like he can't catch a break anymore. He's being bullied at school, he gets abused at home, he gets hurt outside of home. Nobody cares, his brothers break him down just as much as the others do. So to deal with the pain he cuts himself.

Peter has a variety of disorders. He has depression, anxiety, anorexia, insomnia, ADHD, OCD, and PTSD, not to mention he's suicidal. The kid went deaf in one ear when he was six due to a disease that wasn't treated. He refuses to speak anymore, so he uses sign language. Peter's alone and forgotten. He thinks that if he dies that nobody will miss him. Everybody has something to say to him or when their angry they take it out on him. 

They even hit him a few times. But have they ever even thought about saying or doing anything to his brothers...no. They love his two brothers and this hurts Peter because he was there first. He was loved first and now he's hated and forgotten. Karen and FRIDAY hate that the Avengers are doing this to Peter.

One day, Peter couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take the abuse and the bullying anymore. So after they were verbally abusing him, he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife he could find. He walked back to his bathroom and locked the door. Peter cut his arms and thighs, and he cried. He was trying to decide if he should commit suicide. The kid couldn't take everything anymore, but he decided that if they hated him so much that they deserved to watch him die. So Peter made a video explaining everything. Showing them all of the damage that they caused and walked into the living room with the bloody knife in his pocket. But before he made it in there he was stopped by and angry looking Natasha who threw him onto the ground. Peter didn't bother trying to stand back up.

But after a second he did, it was hard since he had cuts all over the place and was very skinny. Peter decided that he would put on a little show for them. When he walked into the living room he walked in front of the TV and smashed it with his bare hand, glass went into it but he didn't care. His action shocked everyone.

"Oh hello, I didn't see you there. I just wanted to say I hope you're all happy. You've finally driven me to insanity. I hope you now that if this is what 'better' looks like to you, then you're all insane! You all tell me to be better right, so I listen to you. I do whatever you tell me to, I put others before myself. But not today, today I'm putting myself above all others because it's my birthday! Yeah, I turned fifteen today, not that any of you assholes noticed. Ten years ago, you started abusing me and I'm done. I can't take it anymore. You tell me to be smarter, but there's nothing left for me to learn. I've read all of the books, I've aced everything I've ever took, my IQ is the highest in this damn room. You tell me I'm fat, but look at me!" Peter took off his shirt to reveal abs, but on a very skinny body, he's too skinny and weights about 79.9 pounds. He walked over to his brother who was actually a normal size, then walked over to his younger brother who was really overweight. 

"You tell me that I'm fat but I'm underweight. I'm skinnier than a pre-serum Steve! You tell me that I'm weak but I held up a twenty five ton building and a fucking airport terminal. I'd like to see all of you do that! You tell me I'm not fast enough, but I run faster than Steve and Bucky! You call me ugly, but my skin is clear and random people on the street call me beautiful! You call me worthless but I can lift up Thor's hammer. You say I don't understand pain or loss, you tell me I don't understand anything! But, I understand everything! It's all of you who don't understand! I've lost everybody! I've lost my real parents, my real family, my friends, and the people who promised that they would take care of me! You all said you would care and protect me, but you abuse me! I smile and pretend that I'm fine. I pretend that I'm happy, but I'm not! I never talk, I never put myself before anyone else, I have manners! Can't you see the pain in my eyes? Can't you see the blood on my arms, can't you see that I want to die?!" Peter finished lecturing them and took out the knife.

"Can't you see what you've done to me?" He whispered before plunging the knife into his stomach. The stunned Avengers who had tears running down their faces ran over to him. It was their kid and they let him down, they hurt him. Bruce brought him over to the medbay and stitched him up, but with his fast healing it cleared up almost instantly. Peter was still unconscious though, and everyone stayed by his bed. 

They all regretted everything that they had ever said or done to him. They all realize that they should have been better. They could have been better, but they weren't. The group realized that things would never be the same. They would never see the bright smile of young five year old Peter, or the almost real looking smiles the now fifteen year old Peter gives them. All they'd be seeing is pain, and the part that hurts them the most, is that they are the ones who caused it. Peter wanted to die, and it was because of them. 

They hurt him in almost every way, they abused their kid. And for what? They didn't deserve to be in the presence of Peter. He was too good for this world, too good for them. It was their fault that they broke the ball of sunshine, it's their fault that their sun has burnt out. It's their fault that they have finally brought darkness upon the earth. So now, it's their turn to crash and burn.

The end.