The fallen hero (pt.2)

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3rd Person POV

/Midtown High/

"Hey, Penis's friends! Have you been crying? Ish wittle Ned a cwy baby? HAHAHAHAHA!" Flash and his gang walked pass Ned and MJ before turning around again. "Say, where's Penis? Did he finally take my advice and go kill himself?" Ned could only nod slowly. "What a relief. Now I don't have to see that stupid nerd ever again!" And they finally left for real, leaving two best friends to grief for their friend while the whole hallway stood in shock.

Peter Parker, the school nerd killed himself because of Flash? And Flash didn't even feel sorry one bit! The little ball of sunshine will no longer come to school. As the realization settled in, everybody made up their mind to be there for Peter's friends, and defend them at all cost from the cold-blooded murderer bully named Flash and his gang...

/Avengers Tower/

"Tony, I know you're still sad that Peter went away, but you need to get your shit together! Pete would not want to see you like this! Please come out of your lab..." Hawkeye stood outside, trying to get his friend out of the little hole of despair.

"Go away, Birdbrain! Leave me alone! I can do whatever I want!" Clint got startled by this but tried again, non the less.

"Hey, Tin can! If you get out of your lab, we can go pay that little piece of shit who killed my nephew!"

And he finally succeeded. Tony opened the door with fiery eyes and the first thing he said wasn't a surprise: "That Flash boy will get what is coming to him!"

~2 days later~

"Alright. So, the plan is settled. Avengers, Assemble!" Steve AKA Boy in the ice said while raising his shield for all to see.

"Assemble!" All the heroes said simultaneously.

/Midtown High/

"Announcement in progress. I would like everybody to come into the auditorium please. We have a guest speaker today. Please proceed in an orderly fashion. Thank you!" The speakers in the corner died down leaving a group of teenagers groaning. Guest speakers are usually boring. But they have no idea what is about to happen.

/School Auditorium/

"Are those the Avengers?!"

"Are they the guest speakers?!"

"What are they doing here?!"

"I can see Ironman! I can die peacefully now..."

Excited voice echoed through the room.

It took a few minutes before everyone began to settle down.

"Hello, Midtown High. As you can see, we are the Avengers. And we have something to tell you." Captain America started the assembly.

"Ned, MJ, why don't you come up here. Since you are a part of this." Black Widow suggested which earn a couple of nods from the heroes and 'ooh's and 'oh shit, they're in troubles.

The two got up from their seats and walked towards the heroes.

When they arrived on stage, Hawkeye bent down to their level and whispered something in their ears which received a quick nod and the two friends went and sat on a chair in the corner.

"Now I would like a Flash Thompson to come up onto the stage, please." Ironman continued.

Flash, being the egotistic self, he is, started talking while walking down to the stage. "Wow, Tony! You didn't have to come all the way to my school just to tell me that I got a Stark internship! Unlike Penis Parker who lied about it. I'm glad he killed himself like I sugge-"

Flash didn't even have the opportunity to finish his sentence since a punch from Bucky's flesh arm shut him up. "Shut up. Now that's a good boy." Bucky sneered as he adjusted his knuckle back into shape.

The whole school gasped. One of their students just got punched by the winter soldier.

"Sir, you can't do that! You can't punch a kid!" One of the teachers, Mr. Damian Wayne shouted out.

"With all due respect, sir. I dropped an airport terminal on one of you kid. The same one we are about to talk about." Captain America butted in.

"And I flung him out of a window with my drone after a spartan kick!" Falcon chuckled at the memory.

Everyone gasped in horror.

"O-Omg! How could you do that to a kid!" Mr. Damian started again.

"Just shut up now and let's get to the point. My patient is running low." Scarlet Witch butted in.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., can you tell Karen to play the message?" Ironman asked his AI.

"Of course, sir." Was her only reply.

Now the room was starting to buzz with questions again. But was quickly shut up when the voice of Peter saying "Hey, Mr. Stark." Sounded.

"That's Penis's voice!" Everyone glared at Flash who whimpered in fear and immediately shuts up.

They listen to the message in horror and new found respect. Nobody knew he felt that way. Nobody knew the pain he went through. Nobody knew Flash could say something so mean to a human being who has a heart so pure as Peter. Nobody knew he was Spiderman.

"That is all we have to say. Just wanted to let you know that Peter Parker-Stark walked in these halls. Spiderman walked in these halls." Dr. Strange said after the voice message was over.

"We shall not forget our nephew, who loved us all. He saved us. Without Peter, the Avengers would continue to fight after Civil war. He is our glue and we appreciate him very much. We are grateful to have him in our lifes." The heroes each said a part.

Then Tony walked over to Flash and punch him in the face. "That's what you get for killing my son. And don't ever let me see your face ever again. If you step into my building, I will call all of my Ironman suits plus the War machine and Iron spider suit to kick your ass."

He looked at the projector in his hand that contained the message. He flips it over and cover his mouth in shock. As memories come flooding in.

"'This a letter, from me to you.' Is what it said on the back of the projector. It was an inside joke since he loves and always make me listen to it. Then he would say a line of the lyrics to me each day until I could memorize the whole song. Good days..." And Tony smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes and sniffs a little. "He would always say that the four Blackpink girls are the best singer in the whole world. Now I see why..."

A/N: Thank you for reading, I appreciate it very much. Hope you enjoyed it!


-19 July, 2019

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