I can't believe it.
May was shot too.
Shot to death.
Why?
Why me?
First I was taken from my Mama and Daddy.
I was put in an orphanage.
Then I got fucking bullied.
Ben died.
And now, May too?
Life is cruel.
Why?
Why me?
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I stayed locked up in my room, sobbing my eyes out. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.
It kept chanting in my head.
Why?
A knock on the front door made me blink my eyes open. Quickly hiding my wings, I opened the door with my magic. I didn't care who was knocking.
Until Mr Stark entered my room.
"Peter?" He asked cautiously.
I sniffed.
"Where do I go now, Mr Stark?"
"You can come leave with us. You can meet the Avengers. I can adopt you. How about that?" Mr Stark said gently.
I hesitated. It was going to be cool, but I didn't want to be a burden to Mr Stark. "I don't want to be a burden." I whispered.
"You won't." Mr Stark promised.
I wouldn't admit it, but I really see Mr Stark as my father figure.
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Like he said, Mr Stark introduced me to the Avengers. And boi, it was awesome.
"Seriously, Tony? You wanted us to meet a kid?"
"Cap, this kid is important." Mr Stark snapped back. "Come on, kid. Introduce yourself."
"Uh....."
"How about we introduce ourselves first, you seem nervous." Hawkeye said. I nodded.
I let my gaze travel. My eyes landed on Dr. Bruce Banner. "Omygod. You are Dr. Bruce Banner! The-"
"Hulk yes I know." Bruce interrupted.
"-most awesome scientist ever! I read all your books." I fanboyed, completely ignoring Bruce's interruption. Bruce blushed at my comment.
"You are so awesome! I wanna be a scientist too when I grow up! This is awesome! I met the Bruce Banner!" I ranted. "Okay, kid. Take a deep breath. Slow down." Mr Stark placed a hand on my shoulder. I did so and calmed down. Only on the outside, though. Inside, I was still screaming with happiness.
Introductions went around with I being overly excited. "Okay, you know us. How about you?" Steve asked.
"Um. I'm Peter. And I, uh, fought you guys. Once. You know," I motioned by using my hands and fake shooting webs.
The room broke out into chaos.
"TONY STARK! How could you bring a 12 year old to battle!" A very angry Steve asked.
"I'm 16!" I shot back, annoyed. The room ignored me. They were to busy yelling at Mr Stark.
