Peter Parker Oneshots

Newest Addition pt. 2

IM STAYING UP LATE TO FINISH THIS BC GUILT IS EATING ME

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It had been a few months since Peter became a part of the Avengers family. By now, the team knew nearly all they could about the boy. However, there was one thing nobody could ever get the teen to talk about: his past. Gwanda had briefly explained to Pepper and Tony that his parents, aunt, and uncle were all dead due to accidents, but she never said what exactly happened.

Wanda felt tempted to sometimes sneak a look into the boy's memories to see, but didn't want to invade his privacy and lose his trust.

She soon changed her mind when the entire team was awoken in the middle of the night by a bone chilling scream.

Everyone charged into Peter's bedroom with any sort of weapon they could find. To their surprise, there was no intruder. Tony looked around anxiously until his eyes fell upon his son thrashing around in his bedsheets. His body was drenched in sweat and tears. Peter continued to whimper and cry out for help.

"Kid! Kid, it's ok! We're here! You're ok!" Tony desperately tried to wake his son so he could comfort him. No matter how loud he yelled or how roughly he shook Peter, the teen wouldn't snap out of his nightmares.

Wanda stepped forward and laid a hand on his forehead. She concentrated on trying to switch the dreams from bad to good. For a second, things would seem fine, but it would all shatter and turn cold and menacing. Then, the witch caught a glimpse of the dreams that haunted her little brother.

Peter stood in a dark alleyway and trembled. He called out for help, yet no one replied. His voice echoed into the void as darkness flooded around him. Peter covered his eyes and crouched down. He shook like a leaf in the wind.

"Heya, Pete."

Peter's head instantly shot up. He hadn't heard that voice in years.

"Uncle Ben...?"

There stood Ben before him. Unlike the last time the boy saw his uncle, he wasn't covered in blood.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Uncle Ben!" Peter cried as he ran to the man. Right before he could hug his uncle, he vanished into thin air.

"Ben...? Where did you go?"

Everything went dark again. Peter began to hyperventilate as he stumbled around to find a way out of the inky blackness. Suddenly, he felt his stomach rise as he fell. Kicking and screaming, Peter desperately tried to stop himself from descending into the abyss.

"How could you let that criminal do this to me?" Ben's voice rang out.

"Peter, it's all your fault my husband is gone," May hissed.

"We didn't want to die," called out two voices.

"Mom! Dad! Please!"

"How could you?"

"Please! I never meant to hurt anybody! Please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm-"

"PETER!"

Peter shot up in bed in an instant. He looked around as tears flowed freely down his cheeks. All around him stood his family. They all had different looks of worry on their faces. Tony quickly wiped away his own tears before hugging his son.

"Underoos, it's ok. We're here. You're ok!"

"D-Dad," Peter choked, "I'm so sorry."

"Oh, Pete, you have nothing to be sorry for!"

"But it was all my fault!" He buried his head in his hands. "It's my fault they're gone."

Clint tilted his head. "Who?"

"May, Ben, my parents. It's all because of me that they-"

"Peter," Rhodey stepped forward and knelt down next to his nephew. "Listen to my words very carefully; it is not your fault. Whatever happened to you family members is not your fault. They love you so much, just like how we love you, and I know with all of my heart that they would never blame you for what happened. Whatever those dreams are telling you, is not your loved ones, it's the pain that's trying to eat away at you."

"He's right," Bruce nodded. "Pete, you're the sweetest and most wonderful kid we know. You're a great person."

"You're family loves you, Peter."

Peter sniffled. Tony hugged his son. The rest of the Avengers followed suit and all crammed in to squish their boy in a giant bear hug.

Peter silently cried as he held onto his family for dear life. This time, it wasn't tears of pain or sorrow.

He cried tears of joy.