If its in bold it's probs an A/N, and '/.../' are peters thoughts. Underline is Karen. Enjoy!!
(PETER'S POV)
I wake up beside the same damp wall and trash can that I have become used to. I've lived on the streets for over a year now, and things haven't gotten any easier. I have now been deemed a 'lost cause' by CPS, /which is completely true of course./
Today is my 16th birthday, and I have nothing special planned. I'm just going to patrol as usual all day. Then I will return to my mouldy box and get an hour of sleep before repeating the cycle. For the last few months, I've had the Avengers on my trail, because they want to 'question 'me. I'm thinking maybe tomorrow I give in, but we'll just have to see.
I slip on my suit and it tightens around my starved form. I eat maybe once every few days, but i varies on whether or not the bins have been emptied. I scamper up the wall to my right, and start swinging around until I hear thrusters. /Why can't they leave me alone?!/ I turn around to see Iron man and hawkeye on the roof with me.
"Hello! Wasn't expecting you guys so soon!" I quip as I prepare to swing away.
"WAIT!" Hawkeye screeches at me, causing me to wince. "Don't. We want to help, and we dont want to hurt you. Tony! Tell him." /Tell me what?/
"Listen kid, we've been watching. We know you go into an alley at night and stay there 'til morning. We know you're homeless. Let us help."
I start to hyperventilate. /How could they know? I was so careful! Ohgod ohgod ohgod/ they must have noticed, because soon Tony Stark has come out of his suit and is sitting in front of me. He takes my gloved hand and puts it to his heart.
"Right, kid, breathe with me, in... and out... thats it, good! Keep going. Great."
Soon enough I'm calm enough to breathe on my own, and I recoil my hand from his chest.
"Th-Thanks. But you can't help me. I'm a lost cause."
Tony steps back into the suit, and my spider sense goes off before theres a sharp pain in my back, and I collapse. My throat burnss and my limbs move of my own accord, and my body feels like I got hit by a train.
"Nat! What the ever-loving fuck is that!?" I hear someone shout as Iron Man picks me up. And just before I black out, I hear a female voice say,
"Just some bug repellant."
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Without a Home
FanfictionPeter Parker, aged 15, has nowhere to turn when his last living relaive dies. While running from CPS, he is deemed a lost cause, which is exactly what Peter thinks of himself. (A/N this is an AU)
