Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

I'm always going to be here for you

A/N: Hey guys!!! I wanted to write an appreciation note for all your kind comments about my writing skills, seriously you guys are the kindest! I love and larb you all 3000% and to show just how much I love all of you, take two thousand two hundred twenty-six words of one shot and I cannot wait to hear what you thought about this one! Fun fact: This took me a whole week to write and I have z e r o regrets!

TW: Verbal abuse, physical abuse, homophobic language, and a homophobic and annoying Flash Thompson.  

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Peter "Parker" Stark-Rogers trudged through the hallways that Monday afternoon, wishing that it was Friday and he could just go home right at that moment.

That's when fate rolled the dice and gave local Midtown Tech high school bully Eugene "Flash" Thompson the idea to mess with Peter. Flash strode up to Peter followed by two goons of his own because hey, the more the merrier.

Peter felt his Spidey senses (pEtER tiNgLE) flare up indicating that danger was approaching. Before he could turn at an alarming speed which resembled Spiderman, he felt someone push him into a locker.

Ow. That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick. He groaned in pain turning around trying to see past his eye which had now just become black and blue to spot Flash Thompson and his two goons with smirks plastered on their faces and hands curled into fists. He mentally groaned.

Being Peter "Parker" and not Spiderman he took the hits as he was banged up against the wall. Flash threw a punch square into Peter's chest causing him to groan, because damn, that hurt. He sneered, "Puny Parker! Think you're so smart, don't you? You're fucking stupid!" Another punch in the stomach. The two goons that weren't doing anything each claimed an arm keeping him pinned down for Flash's torture.

Flash smacked Peter who in turn tried to ignore the burning sensation, but he had never been slapped before, and damn, that hurt. Flash hissed, "You're so ugly god, it's a shame that you fucking exist." He punched Peter harder in the chest, this time drawing blood. Peter didn't see the blood, but what else could that metallic wet smell be? And Flash definitely hadn't pissed himself, and he was being punched so it could only be one thing. Process of elimination.

He kept calling Peter terrible names and things as he continued hurting him.

Honestly, no wonder you're parents died!

You're so fucking dumb it's a wonder you're still alive.

Pathetic pe*is!

Wait till you're adopted parents abandon you!

These insults weren't new to Peter's ears but they still hurt. Peter blinked back tears at the mention of his parents, Tony and Steve abandoning him back into life onto the streets. He didn't remember much about it, his parents had died and his last living relatives left three year old him on a cold snowy street with nothing but a thin blanket. It was Tony who found him, scooping him off the cold ground and brought him to the Avengers Tower. Over the years, he had confessed that he was scared that they would give him back, because he wasn't perfect.

Papa, Steve, had held his hands in a comforting manner while Dad, Tony, stroked his stubborn curls. They sat him down on the bed that they shared, the big bed with baby blue sheets and a blanket that always kept Peter warm on the coldest of nights and explained to him that no one was perfect, that they all their own flaws, but Peter, he was, and would always be perfect in their eyes.

Flash continued taunting, this time striking where it really hurts. "Jimmy hear tells me something really funny. That he overheard you and your fat friend talking about someone being asexual. Then he overheard said fat friend comfort you about being it. And I thought you couldn't get more pathetic! God, and Matt tells me that you're gay! A faggot! God, I feel like I've sinned by touching you."