Team Stark 《Completed》

4

《Peter》
I swallowed for a split second. Was I really going to tell them everything? The only thing I knew for sure, these people are trustworthy. I could trust them. They are the Avengers, I couldn't be safer anywhere else.

They won't hurt you, a voice said. After I looked around I realised it was in my head. It was actually me, trying to comfort myself. The voice repeated itself for a couple of times, until I believed it. Aunt May and uncle ben would want me to have someone to talk to, someone to hug. I shouldn't be afraid, I should be gratful. I took a deep breath and started talking.

"Well, I.. uhm.. W-what do you want to know?" I asked. "Everything." Ms. Romanoff replied, looking sternly. I nodded for a slit second and let my head fall into my hands. At first my elbows were leaning on my legs, but after the pain I whinched a bit and quickly removed my arms from the painful wound. It's gone in a few hours, I thought. After a deep breath I started my story.

"When I was younger, I was happy with my parents. At least, I think so.. they died when I was five, so I don't really remember. Instead of going to an orphanage I started living with my aunt and uncle, Ben and May. We didn't have a lot of money but we were happy. Until.." I swallowed again, realising I haven't told this to anyone. It was really hard.

"Until Ben died. In my arms. It was my fault.." tears started floating down my cheeks, but I wiped them away. The cold, hard memories were coming back. "Why was it your fault?" Dr. Strange asked. I looked at him, trying to tell him. But instead I just shook my head. It hurt too much to tell them, I didn't even tell May.

Suddenly I felt something in my head. Like a voice, a whisper. It was trying to read my mind but I couldn't let it. After a bit of groaning and fighting in my head a memory came. It was of Ben, how he died. I saw myself walking out of the store, refusing to stop the robbery that was going on. Then I saw a shot of Ben getting shot by that person, and how he died.

I fought harder against the memory. I saw Ms. Maximoff trying to read my mind. "Stop... it.." I said while groaning. After a hard scream she was out of my mind. I saw tears rolling down her cheecks, just like me. "Please, don't go in my mind." I said. She just looked at me in shock. "How- how did you? People never know that I'm in their mind." She looked very confused and surprised.

"Just- just don't do it again, please." She just nodded and I continued my story. "After that it was just me and my aunt May. We were happy for a few months, until.. Well, until she also died. She was in a car crash. After her funeral I was supposed to go to an orphanage, but I didn't want to. I packed my stuff and went to live on the streets. I have been missing for so long that the media thinks I'm dead, so there is a gravestone in the cemetery with my name on it. This morning went pretty well, I found a five dollar bill and I bought a bread. Now I can go on for another two weeks-"

"Whoawhoawhoa, stop right there!"  Mr. Stark put his hands in the air and looked at me in shock. "Two weeks! You live on a bread for two weeks?!" I just nodded. "Yeah, it is so much better than eating out of the garbage." Now it was Mr. Bartons turn to interrupt me. "Garbage?!" I stood up and nodded again. "You have no idea what people throw away. Even you, Mr. Thor." I guestured to Mr. Thor, who was eating his sixth box of poptarts. "Well, maybe not him. But the rest of you do. And I am grateful for that."

I wanted to walk to the kitchen to drink some water, but I stopped at the pain in my leg. I moaned a little but pretended everything was fine. After another step I could just feel the wound rip open further. I moaned again, refusing to scream or cry. "Everything alright?" Natasha asked from behind. I turned around to face her, and I saw all their jaws fall open.

"You're bleeding!" Bruce said. I closed my eyes, refusing to look at my injured leg. Mr. Barton pulled me off of the ground and dragged me to the med bay. I didn't even try to struggle, I just let it happen. Then I remembered that they saw me cut the wound today.

What if they find out I'm Spider-Man?