Peter sat on his bed thinking about the conversation he had with Natasha "why was she just walking around the city? doesn't she have avengers stuff to be doing?" he whispered to himself
'probably making sure that your not dead, wouldn't be great if an ex-intern of theirs killed himself, you should probably just do it so they don't have to waste their time on you'
Peter stared at the ceiling, the white paint looking more yellow as the sun set. He sat up slowly making his way out of the room and to the phone at the end of the hall he pulled the sticky note Natasha gave him out of his pocket and punched in the numbers, getting increasingly nervous as it rang, suddenly a voice on the other end spoke.
"this is Natasha." the voice spoke
"uh h-hi miss Natasha, its Peter"
"oh hi Peter, why did you call"
'what are you gonna say? "theres a voice in my head telling me to kill myself and I think that I might do it"?'
"oh um, its nothing sorry for bothering you" his voice broke and tears streamed down his face
"Peter are you okay?"
"y-yeah I um gotta go bye"
and with that Peter hung up the phone not even waiting for a reply. He walked to his room and pulled on a hoodie and shoes. and creeped out of his window, he felt the cool air on his face, he walked to the closest bridge and started climbing not even bothering to write any note.
'not like anyone would read it' he thought
at the top of the bridge he looked down it wasn't very high but it sould to the trick a few people had gathered and where now looking up at his telling his stuff like 'don't do this you have so much to live for' and 'don't jump'
'they don't know anything' the voice chimed in.
-Natashas POV-
I stood there confused for a second, why did he hang up so suddenly, i thought about calling back for a second but was snapped out of my thoughts by a yelp coming from the kitchen. i rolled my eyes and walked in to see Thor and Steve fighting over a bowl of what I could only assume was what Steve was cooking before Thor did god knows what
"Natasha, thank god get him out of here please" Steve basically begged
"Captain let me help you cook" Thor pleaded
"No! Last time you 'Helped' you ruined it" Steve yelled
-3rd person kinda POV-
"Okay Thor lets get you outta here, wanna come out side with me?" she asked thor quickly looked up "sure Nat" he said excitedly and bolted out the door "you're welcome" Nat said before walking over towards where Thor ran off to, she bumped into Tony on her way out she was gonna keep walking but then she remembered the phone call she had with Peter "Hey Tony Peter Parker called me and he seemed off, like he wanted to say something but he couldn't get himself to" Tony looked up at Nat he hasn't talked to Peter in a while "ill look into that Nat." Tony mumbled "im worried bout him Tony I really am. he's a good kid" "i know Nat, but you dont have to baby him he has his aunt" Tony said while glancing up at her, Natasha lowered her voice "Tony His aunt is dead" "woah really? Whos he staying with then?" Tony said now finally sounding concerned "he at an orphanage Tony-"
"Tony there's been a report or someone on top of a bridge, witnesses say it looks like they're gonna jump." F.R.I.D.A.Y chimed
"well finish this conversation later Nat i gotta go, FRIDAY is there any footage of the event?"
"Yes sir, showing it now"
A boy sat atop a bridge he had brown hair and was wearing a hoodie and pajama pants thats all Tony could make out with the low quality
'Peter!'
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abandonment. Depressed Peter Parker
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING depression, suicidal thoughts/ tendencies, anxiety, panic attacks, eating disorders, etc. Peter Parker is a 15 year old boy from Queens NY, he lived with his aunt may up until 2 weeks ago when she was killed in a hit and run, he now...