Peter Parker's Family

Crappy Sibling Relationship

Third Person's POV

"Hey, watch where you're going freak" a brown haired boy coldly stated, his body looming over a hunched up kid.

Peter stayed silent, wishing Flash would just hurry with the insults.

He was coming today and Peter didn't need any more insults.

"Got nothing to say Parker? Wow such a surprise! Did you finally realize how annoying you are" Flash asked, a smug smile on his face.

"Wow so your not going to respond? I get it. Maybe I should beat it out of you instead" Flash stated, before calling out his two buffoons.

Flash dragged Peter by his hoodie to an empty classroom before ordering his 'friends' to grab each of his hands,"Time to teach you a lesson Parker."

The fist connected with his face making his head fall back.

Fresh blood flowed from his now busted lip.

Peter let out a pained groan before letting out another one as Flash fist once again collided with his face, this time an unnatural crack echoed the room.

Flash's friend let him go and Peter fell to the floor with a thud.

As Peter tried to calm his pounding heartbeat, Flash stepped hard on Peter's fingers causing Peter to let out a loud cry of pain.

Flash's friends picked him up harshly before throwing him to the ground again, Peter letting out a small cry as his side connected with the corner of a lab table.

He lands on the floor, breathing heavily, before trying to stand.

However, Flash immediately kicks him down before the three began to kick Peter's body.

'I can handle this'

Peter covered his head with his hands and rolled into a small ball, the kicks slowly becoming harsher and rougher.

As Peter began to see black spots in his line of vision, a voice angrily cried out, "Hey! What the fuck are you idiots doing?!"

Peter's mind was too fuzzy to even recognize the voice.

"Who the hell are you" Flash yelled out angrily.

"None of your goddamn business. Now leave the kid alone unless you want your asses kicked" the voice answered, just as angry.

It was silent before Flash let out a curse, "What the hell! Here, have your stupid kid and don't think I won't make you pay!"

The room was silent, the only noise being Peter's whimpers and heavy breaths.

"Peter" the voice asked, sounding shocked.

Wincing slightly, Peter looked up to see a shocked Harley, "Oh, hey Harley."

"Shit are you okay" the boy asked, helping Peter up.

Peter struggled to stand before nodding, "Y-Yeah I'm alright."

Haley gave Peter a deadpanned look before hoisting him up and sitting him down on an empty chair.

Peter's right eye was turning a sickly shade of purple, his lip was bruised and busted, his fingers were numb and his side felt like it was on fire.