That orphan kid

That's... weird

Peter woke up in his new room, he knew it, because of its walls. He felt weird. He had weird feeling in his mouth. He was going to throw up or something. He sat up, feeling horrible. He looked around and he found Natasha-his new mother.

 "Hey Petey, how are you feeling?" She asked softly.

 "Weird." He said and after few seconds he realized that he just spoke up. He faster covered his mouth by his hands.

 "I can't believe it! Tony, it worked!" She yelled and it hurt. Overload, he thought. He still wanted to throw up, but he couldn't.

 "Hey kid, how are you feeling? Happy to finally speak?" Tony asked when he entered his room. He only nodded, because he knew if he opens his mouth he will throw up. "C'mon, I wanna hear your voice." He begged.

 "I'm gonna throw-" He didn't even finished when his mouth filled vomit. After it, he tried to say sorry, but I was hard. He didn't know how. He was just staring on it.

 "I-It's okay Peter, I'll clean it." Natasha smiled. He didn't want her to clean it up. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't fair he had to clean it up.

 "N-no." Peter tried. He really didn't want Natasha to clean his mess. But when he moved, his arm hurt again. "Ouch." He whispered.

 "Peter, lay down, I'll clean it… Your arm is hurt, you need some rest." Natasha explained.

 "Yes Peter, Nat is right. We don't know what happened to you, but you really need rest." Clint agreed with Nat. "You can sleep now and afterwards, you'll try to tell us what happened, okay?" Clint asked and Peter nodded in agreement. He didn't want to sleep, after all these things happened to him, he had nightmares sometimes. Earlier, he couldn't yell when he wanted, because he would wake up someone. And now, he could say something, he could scream words and that scared him. He was afraid someone would hear him now.

 So he fell asleep, and on the begging it was peaceful, but after few hours, it changed to a horror.

 "Peter?" Somebody asked.

 "W-who are you?" Peter asked.

 "I thought you would know your… Uncle." The man said.

 "B-Ben? I-I thought you were dead. H-how is this even possible?" Peter asked worriedly. He didn't know that he started to tremor in his sleep.

 "Everything is possible, Peter. Do you remember the night, when they shot me and you were useless?" He asked and that made Peter cry. He didn't know it of course, he had to pay attention to his uncle, "and do you remember when your aunt die? Yes, the night when you ran away because you were mad at her. It was most likely your fault. If you didn't ran away, you would save her." He laughed. That wasn't the uncle Ben what Peter know.

 "Why are you saying this!?" Peter cried out. But Ben didn't answer, he started to decipher in the shadows.  "Uncle? Uncle Ben? Ben!-" He yelled, tears filled his eyes when he woke up. He didn't know that his mother and father were in his room and he didn't know that he was screaming while he was sleeping.

 "Peter, Peter. You're okay, we're here. W-who's Ben?" Natasha asked carefully.

 "Uncle." He answered shakily.

 "Did you see him? In the dream?" Clint and Natasha asked together. They were worried about him. But of course, he didn't answer. It was maybe because he was crying or maybe because he was speechless before.

 "Peter, calm down. Breathe with me, okay? In… and out… in… and out…" Clint tried to calm Peter down and it worked. "Okay, and now. Tell us what happened to your arm or what happened in the dream."

 "I-I.. Mrs. Miller, hurt me. I did bad thing. She mad." Peter tried to explain what happened to his arm. It was hard 'cause he didn't speak since he was three.

 "What she did?" Natasha asked carefully.

 "She stabbed with bottle." He said with shaken voice.

 "That's it, I'm gonna call police." Clint announced angrily.

 So Clint did, they closed the Orphanage and the other kids got their new home. Mrs. Miller was arrested and imprisoned. And that made Peter happy. He didn't go to school for week because of his injury and because he was learning how to speak again. In the beginning he was awful, he could say only few words and couldn't make sentence, but after few days, he was better. He could say long sentences and hard words. For example pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis or supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. The first word they learnt in the school and the second one Natasha found on internet. So yeah, Peter after 7 days could speak, but he couldn't. Only with his family. In the school, everybody knows about his disability so it would be kinda weird if he'll speak somehow.

 In the Monday morning, Peter woke up at 4:07 as usual. He wasn't tired, he didn't go on patrol for a one long week. He missed it so much and today was the day when he'll finally go on patrol!

 He went out of his room half an hour later, still a bit sleepy. He didn't expect anyone to be awake, because it was half past four, so he decided to go to the kitchen on the ceiling. He got down as he arrived and didn't realize that somebody else was in the kitchen.

 "You were on the ceiling." The male voice said.

 "No, no I wasn't." Peter answered firmly and turned around to see who was speaking. It was Clint. Well fuck, Peter thought. "Please don't tell mom!" Peter begged.

 "Don't tell me what?" She laughed when she entered the kitchen.

 "N-nothing." Peter said quickly before Clint could say a word.

 "Don't lie to me. Clint?" She asked her husband.

 "Peter is secretly eating in the night." He answered easily. He knows how to lie to his wife.

 "Peter, how will you explain this?" She laughed.

 "Well, sometimes I got up and I'm hungry, so I go eat." He said. Natasha believed, she went away and left Peter and Clint alone in silence.

 "Okay, explain what really happened." He said after few awkward minutes.

 "I will, just. Come to my room, please." He said. So they went to Peter's room and sat down on his comfortable big bed.

 "Yeah, so what you see in the kitchen. You know this city-hero Spider-man? Well-" Peter started his explaining but Clint cut him off.

 "Wait, you're this spidey guy!? Peter you're only 15! I saw you few times and you were doing very dangerous things!" He yelled.

 "I know, I know. You can't tell this to mom. She will be mad and all, pleaseeee." Peter begged again and looked at his father with his puppy eyes.

 "Okay, okay. You're going today?" He asked.

 "Yeah, after school."

 "Oh, nice. Just, be careful. Enjoy school! Love you!" Clint smiled and went out of his room.

 Peter was ready to school. I mean not ready like ready, but he had his things ready. He said goodbyes to his family and went to Happy's car. The ride was long and silent.

 "Bye Happy!" He said and went to the school. Now, he has to be the quiet boy. He can't speak, he can only use his phone and…

 "Hey loser." MJ greeted, today she was in good mood.

 "Hej MJ." Peter greeted back not realizing he just spoke.

 "Did you just spoke!?"