Peter Parker One Shots

Team Trauma Training

Peter was so nervous for what Tony called TTT. It was Team Trauma Training and it was mandatory for the live-in Avengers. So they all gathered in the calm down room and wait in a circle criss cross applesauce. Peter was next to Tony and Bucky. He knew Tony had his traumas, and he knew his demons paled in comparison to Bucky's so he just thought it was anxiety and tried his best to ignore it. Wanda sat in the middle of the circle, playing with her magic at her fingers.

"Okay, we want to ease Wanda into this so we don't like knock her out or something. Why don't we start with the one with the least trauma." Steve said. He looked around the circle. Tony, Peter, Bucky, Sam, Nat, Steve, and Rhodey. PTSD/Depression, (what the team knows in other words loss of parents at a young age), Kidnapped and Brainwasied, Lost his best friend and PTSD, Kidnapped and tortured, Woke up in an entirely different era, and PTSD. "I think that's Pete." Tony said.

Tony knew more of the trauma Peter went through then the rest of the team, but he still didn't know most of it, and most definitely not the worst of it. Peter didn't want to seem weak against his trauma, so he just smiled. "Sure! I just don't exactly know how this works. What happens to me?"

Wanda sent a soft smile his way. "Don't worry Peter. This exercise will plunge all of us into visions of your memory from the perspective of a bystander but you won't be with us. You'll just sort of wait. You can go on your phone if you want." Peter smiled back at her and opened his phone to text Ned.

(*0*) The Visions

The group was stationed at the edge of a living room. It was messy with papers. There was three people on the worn brown couch. Two adults, presumably Peter's parents. A six year old was lying down on the lap of Mary, asleep. Natasha recognized them as Agents of Shield. Richard was running his hand through the young Peter's hair. Tony notes that this was something he did with Peter a lot also. A phone rang. Richard detangles his hand from Peter's hair and answered the phone.

"Agent Parker." He paused. "Yes." He glanced at Peter and hesitated. "Yes." He looked at the ground and stayed silent for a few minutes. "My brother, most likely. You don't have to worry about Peter, Fury. He's going to be fine. God, I can't believe of all people, my kid made you go soft." Richard let out a small laugh. "Yeah, Yeah. We'll meet Agent Barton in Budapest tomorrow." Natasha's eyes went wide. That was where Clint had found and recruited her. Fury had been so open to having her because she would be a good ally, and they had just lost two good agents. She gasped and took a step back. This was them. Peter's parents were the reason she was an Avenger at all.

"Okay, so we've got a mission tomorrow. We're going to meet Barton in Budapest tomorrow. He insisted on taking a regular flight rather then a SHIELD plane. I said we'd take a jet. Ben and his new wife are open so they'll be the babysitter." He sunk back into the couch and put his hand right back into Peter's curls. Peter moves to snuggle up to his father.

"I'm staying with Uncle Benny again tomorrow?" He asked, yawning. Mary smiled and kissed his cheek. "Yeah, hunny. You are. We'll be back soon. Don't worry." Peter smiled drowsily and blinked. He began to fall asleep and the vision faded to another.

Peter was sitting in a bar stool swinging his legs while he drank apple juice from a soppy cup. A brown haired woman lifted him and placed him on her hip. She had clear tear tracks running down her face. "Hey Petey. Your going to be staying with us for a little while longer. That's cool, right?" Peter smiled brightly at her and nodded. "Uncle Ben is going to make sure your parents-" her voice cracked "are okay with that. He'll be home soon." He smiled wider. The vision faded out.

Now, Peter was older. He was 14 on an Oscorp field trip. "And here's the radioactive spider exhibit. There are fifteen spiders. They were designed for SHIELD by Richard Parker before his death eight years ago. He left his research to his co-conspiriator John Osborn." Ned knocked Peter's shoulder, then Harry's. "They'd both be really proud of you guys." He said, making them smile. Peter put an arm around Gwen and kissed her cheek. "Isn't there supposed to be fifteen spiders?" Betty asked, pointing at the display that housed fourteen spiders with different patterns on them, all red and blue. The guide waved them off. "Someone probably took one out for testing." Peter and his friends continued their conversation and Peter felt an itch on his hand. He looked and saw a red and blue spider crawling off his hand. His vision went blurry and he stumbled. The spider jumped away and Peter blacked out. The vision shifted.