Spider-Man/Avengers One Shots

We're all a little Crazy

"What?" Natasha asked. "You're saying that fury is bringing in a mysterious new guy to 'help' us?" Sam asked. "That's what she said isn't it?" Fury said walking in the room. "Well then fury, where is this guy?" Stark asked. Then they heard a yell and someone came crashing through the window.

"Ah hey! Hey fury! Sorry bout the window I'd pay for it, but you're the one who came to me asking for my help so just take it outta my wage" peter said. "Uh, Your him? The guy fury brought in? Really fury?" Clint asked. Peter suddenly jumped in front of him.

"Don't under estimate me, eagle, I'll kill you and your avenger buddies before you can even realize that's what I'm doing." Then he jumped back out on a smile. "So, who this guy I have to kill? I'm kinda feeling the bloodlust right now and being around people i wanna kill isn't really helping me ".

"So! Get me out there fury. I'm craving right now and you do not want to see me in withdrawal." Peter said rocking on his heels. "How old are you? You're just a kid?" Stark said. "Hmm I'm not really sure, I mean I think I'm 16? But it's quite possible I'm only 15." Peter answered.

"How can you not know your own age?" Natasha asked. "Oh, well I was locked away for the early years of my life then I was with this creepy man who taught me to like, and to like it. To crave it. Then I ran with this crew for a few years, and now I'm a merc for hire! So I don't know the years get jumbled up." Peter answered.

"Do you even know your birth date?" Captain America asked. "Uh, in summer, I think? August I'm pretty sure." Peter said shrugging. "Anyways! Are we going to kill or what?" Peter said. "There will be no killing. Apprehension only." Captain said. "No, I brought him here specifically so we didn't have to do this." Fury said.

"Yup! I get to kill the big bad while you guys cover me and take out the little sidekicks." Peter said. "Soooo I'm gonna go to the hanger and get my suit on, you guys and get ready for whatever but I wanna be covered in blood in the next hour or so." He said walking away. "Wait! What's your name?" Stark asked.

Peter smirked. "My names peter, but you can call me, Wolf Spider." Then he ran off to get dressed. "Fury where'd you find this guy?" Clint asked. "He managed to dodge Shield for years, at such a young age. I don't condone how he does what he does, but he gets results. And right now, we need those results." Fury said.

Time skip; 30 minutes later

Peter was sitting in the plane leg bouncing with his hands in his lap playing with a knife head down with a mask covering the bottom of his face. He couldn't sit still. "God can you sit still." Sam said. Peter threw the knife at his head missing, cutting his ear. Peter slowly looked up with a rage behind his eyes, then he just looked back down. Getting a new knife to fiddle with.

When they got there peter was out of the plane quicker then anyone. He didn't make a sound he just threw himself forwards and made his way to the bad guy in the middle. It didn't take long and soon enough peter had killed the big bad. But he wasn't satisfied, he wanted more blood. He needed more blood. So he went for more.

The avengers were cleaning up the sort of minor soldiers when peter came swinging in killing. He was covered in blood still killing. "Wolf spider Stop!" Captain was yelling. But he didn't stop and anyone who got in his way was dead. Finally peter came off his high. He looked at his hands and looked up. To see the avengers horrified faces.

"What did I do? WHAT DID I DO!" Peter was starting to spin, he was hyperventilating. Spieling downward off his high. The avengers stood, speechless. Until stark stepped out of his suit and slowly made his way towards peter. "Wolf spider, Wolf spider, Wolf, Peter!" Finally peter looked up at stark.

"It's ok. It's ok. You didn't mean to, it's alright." Stark was trying to console the kid. "But I- I killed them. Look! There blood is literally on my hands!" "That's fine. Well it's not fine, but it'll be ok." Stark said. No, no, no, "no!" Peters eyes were changing colour, what once was red and void less. Was now brown and full of life, but full of regret.

"I killed them. I always kill them. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It always happens! I can't stop it. I- I can't stop myself. I've never been able to stop myself." Peter was sobbing at this point. The avengers, including fury were awestruck. "I can't control myself. I can't control the kill. It just happens. I have so much blood on my hands. I'll never be able to wash it off. I'll never be able to forget there faces." peter said.

Suddenly his eyes turned red again and he stood up. "Ha, sorry bout that. It happens sometime. It's like a weak point, like a drop off a high you know?" Peter said chuckling. "You were like a totally different person. That, that wasn't just a drop, that was...a different identity." Suddenly stark had hands on his neck squeezing.

"It was me ok? Don't say a single fucking thing else." Peter spat. "That was you...but a broken You." Peters head snapped up at fury. Then his eyes started flashing red and brown and peter stumbled back holding his head. Then he collapsed. The avengers brought him back to the compound and put him in a bed to sleep off whatever that just was.

When they next saw peter he was looking up at them from the doorway into the living room. "Uh hi?" He said quietly. "Hey kiddo, you uh feeling better?" Stark asked. "I'm, better right now. I'll explain everything if you want me to. I wouldn't like to but I will." Peter said. "That doesn't really make sense?" Bruce said.

"Ok so there's like two of me. Me, me. The one I am right now, but then there's the other me, the killy insane guy. It's like I split when I was younger, like D.I.D (dissociative identity disorder) sorta. Expect they're both me and not an entire different identity. Well it is a different me, but not a different identity all together.

Sigh, I don't, I'm not like the other me. I'm...the broken me. The one who holds all the pain, whereas the other me, holds all the power so to speak. I don't come out very often, I'm usually killing 24/7 or like doing bad things. But there's rare occasions like this one, where I'll come out and I don't know get to be me? Or this me? It's hard, I'm not like other me.

I can't take control, I have to I'm immense emotional distress to come out. Right now though it's me, me. Because the other me wants me to explain to you. At least that what I think? I don't know, it's really complicated. Oh god, the other me's taking it back, uh goodbye!" Then his eyes went back to red.

"So, now that the little me explained do you get it?" The avengers nodded. "Ok, good! Now, I have places to be, people to kill..." "Hey!" Stark yelled. "Can- can he come by sometime? The other you? I- I wanna help him. Like be less, sad." Stark asked. "You, wanna help me? The little me?" Stark nodded. "Uh, ok? I'll bring him by Friday." Peter then left.

"Stark! What the hell! You wanna 'help' him! He's a killer who's insane and has thousands of kills!" Captain yelled. "He needs help Steve. And I, I think I can help him. He had a crappy life, he needs help to accept it, he hasn't and I think that's why there's like two of him. I wanna try Steve, if I can't so be it. But what if I can help? You saw him, he's a sweet kid." Stark explained to Captain America.

And from there, Stark did help peter. Slowly Wolf spider came out less and less. And eventually only when peter was in danger. He was both, but above all he was peter. After about two years stark adopted peter. Gave him a birthday, and found out his age. He gave him a family, a loving one.
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