That orphan kid

They didn't kidnap me!

A/N: Heyy, I'm trying to update on a time, but school is trying to destroy me, so sorryyyy. I hope I will be able to write longer chapters. Now, enjoy the story!

~Sayonara!

A teenage boy was sitting in a dark room. He wasn't alone, there were two other boys which he knew, but they are strange to him like strangers.

The boy felt no fear, no pain. He felt numb. The thought of being alone didn't scare him, no. He knew that someone will come to rescue him. It was his destiny. It was their destiny to save him.

After few hours of boredom and punches from the known strangers, someone finally came. But it wasn't someone, it was his family. He could hear his father's voice saying that they have to take him to a med bay. He could hear his mother worrying about him. It felt so nice.

His family came, they still loved him. And no one could change that fact.

"Peter? Hey, are you awake?" a voice said. The voice was so soft and sweet, Peter knew that kind of voice.

"Mom? It's school already?" he asked her. It felt like few minutes since he fell asleep the last time, literally.

"No, Petey." She laughed. "I'm just waking you up. You have to eat something."

"Yeah, I'm kinda hungry. Um, where's father?" Peter asked. He was trying to not look suspicious.

"He's-what is his name?" Nat asked.

"Why would you ask me my father's name? Of course I know his name, his my father!"

"So tell me."

"His name is R-Ri-Clint." Peter said. "That was weird. I think my mouth was trying to say different name. Funny." He laughed slightly.

"Here's breakfast, eat as much as you want to. I'll come later, okay honey?" Natasha asked. Peter smiled at her with mouth full of his breakfast.

Peter's breakfast was bigger than usual. There were two toasts with ham and cheese, one egg with chive and salt, then bacon and apple juice. Peter didn't complain. He liked big breakfasts or big lunches or big dinners.

After he finished his breakfast, he was bored out of his mind. He couldn't use his phone, because he had no idea where it was. He couldn't work in lab with Tony because, well. He wasn't able to leave med bay.

"This is terrible!" He exclaimed.

"Were you looking for your phone?" a male voice asked Peter, who was covering his head with a white blanket.

"Y-yeah." Peter answered while he was trying to put away the blanket. "Oh, hey Tony! What are you doing here?"

"Can't I check my nephew?" Tony laughed.

"Of course you can, but it's creepy when you sneak inside like a ninja."

"I didn't! I just walked in, that's all!" He said playfully. "Anyway, how are you doing?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just bored to death, nothing special." Peter said as a teenager he is.

"Wanna play some game?"

"And you're asking?"

So Tony and Peter started to play some game Tony made. It's some kind of hologram-game, it's a game with every sport in a World and it's mixed together. It took Tony so long to figure out the perfect rules for the game, but after few weeks he figured it out and now, the game was done.

"What!? That was impossible! How could you beat me in my own game I made?!" Tony said angrily, but was still smiling.

"Because I'm the best of the best." Peter smirked.

"Hey, fellas."

"Oh, hey mom! We were playing the game Tony made, wanna join us?" Peter asked his mother cheerfully.

"No, I don't think I will, but your father is a big fan of video games, am I right?"

"Video games, yes. Hologram games, not at all! I haven't try it yet, but I think it's not the best idea. Maybe it could even hurt you!"

"Don't be silly, father. Just try it and you'll change your opinion!"

"Um, maybe later. Nat, can we talk?" Clint asked his wife and she nodded.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Kinda? I mean, did you notice how Peter called me?!" Clint insisted while he was throwing his hand in the air.

"Yes, he called you father? What's wrong with it?" Nat asked confused.

"I mean, he never called me 'father'. Isn't it weird? He always called me dad! I don't want him to called me father, it sounds so cruel!" Clint explained.

"You're such a drama queen." Natasha laughed. "Look, I'm glad that he even remembers you. Yesterday, he could barely remember me and now? Look! He's playing with Tony. I think it's a good start. Just give it a time." Natasha smiled again and left Clint alone with his thoughts.

"Hey, Tony? Can you leave us alone, please?" Natasha asked Tony hopefully. Even if Tony didn't want to go, he did. He just wanted to play with his nephew! But Natasha is more important to Peter, she's his mother.

"So, Peter. What do you remember?"

"Um, what exactly? I remember a lot of things. For example what I had for breakfast, who won the match in Tony's game. When I was born, my middle name, when my parents die, which ice cream favour is my favorite, which movie is my favorite. Oh and when my uncle and aunt died, I won't be ever able to forget that. I mean, I thought I forgot it a bit, but something happened and now I can see it as a clear picture. Weird."

"That's-yeah, it's weird." She laughed nervously. It's not her fault, it's Wanda's. Natasha didn't get into Peter's mind, not at all. "I meant, what do you remember from the day they-your classmates, Ned and Flash-kidnapped you."

"Wait, they kidnapped me? That can't be true, I don't remember it!"