As mr banner fixes my leg he say that I need a full check up. "I need you to take of your shirt, Peter." I wait for a few minutes. "Go on, kid, just take off your shirt so Bruce here can do his job. He isnt gonna hurt you." I hold out a few more killed before I think about what Anthony said. I guess I do need help. I close my eyes and take off my shirt. I hear a few gasps then yell "GET DOWN!" I tackle them as something flies in. Its Loki. "Oh my. What happened to this child? Why does he have one,two, three... one million cuts on his arm? They look self inflicted that isnt good, is it? Or is it the fashion of the young earthlings these days?" He asks. "Not good at all." Mr stark says, looking very sad and angry.
A/n sorry for all the authors notes, I know that they are annoying. I definitely will not be cancelling this story seeing as so many people like it. Chocolate or vanilla ice cream? Also sorry for the short chapter. Sorry again.
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wrong number kid
FanfictionTrigger warning! If you dont wanna read alot of author notes go to my profile and click: wrong number kid 2.0 inspired by a lot of different people this is my first time doing something like this. forgive me if it's bad this does include percy jack...
