Avengers + their Spiderson | Book 1

Stay quiet

/An emotional original oneshot by yours truly, sorry if this one doesn't make sense/

Summary:
                  Peter Parker, this is the
                  beginning of his story, of
                  what he had gone through to
                  where he stands now. This
                  was the beginning and the
                  struggles he had to go
                  through.

...

At a young age, starting from when he was 8, Peter got thrown on the ground by his mother, he hit the floor with a loud thump. The memories from before were all shattered in the moment... His father left him alone with her, he escaped her grasp but he wasn't allowed to bring his son with him...

"It is your fault Richard left me." She spat at him before Peter cowered in the corner sniffling.

Peter wasn't known as a boy anymore. Only an 'it'. No one ever knew what happened inside the home, the abuse and such. Tears fell down his face as the woman holding a glass bottle threw it on him in anger, when she realised the painful mistake she made she tended to him gently before shoving him in the basement where his bed was...

It was tattered and worn, just like his clothes.

Peter stayed quiet, he never spoke... It was horrible for him, if he was lucky... all he would get as food were the leftovers. Which were usually only once a week... the days he had to starve.

Mary Parker was unstable, it was horrifying what the boy had to suffer through, he never got a good education but tried his best to make his mother proud... which failed. Whenever Peter had done something wrong in her eyes...

He would get dragged by the hair from his nother to the bathroom. She would dunk his head in the cold water and make it so he can't seem to breath as much... but raise his head up again. This happens of repeat.

He would also get beaten, kicked out of the house... he wanted to find a way to escape, but every chance he tried he never managed to escape. Why had his father leave him alone? When the punishments were made over and over... Peter didn't mind about dying, the once lively and bright eyes turned to dull empty ones.

At school he was teased and bullied. No one was there to protect him.

When the teacher called his mother he couldn't breath, he was panicking and knew what the outcome was... he didn't want to return home... home? a home is suppose to be welcoming but his home is a living hell...

When he returned home he got thrown on the floor and the daily routine of torture continued.

He opened his mouth after a long while, it was croaky from staying quiet... "If you hate me that much, why don't you kill me?" He noticed his mother was in her unstable state so she grabbed the knife and struck it in his side... blood seeped everywhere, black spots clouded his vision while he fell limp on the floor however he got up again and took the knife out of his side and while his mother was in pure shock he limped out of the house and in his bloody state he tried running... running away.

Adrenaline rushing through his veins while he ran away from the familiar street, he got lost in it and finally fell down on the floor with a 'thump'.

A horrified lady's shriek caught on and he felt warm hands hold him... not like his mother's cold drunken ones. He got taken to the women's house as he could think, and felt bandages wrap around the bloody stab wound... everything went black.

...

He heard birds tweet, and felt warm light blanket over him... Peter grudgingly opened his eyes and looked around at the warm surroundings... it was small but comfortable. He wasn't at the house.

His wounds were tended to and the boy got up from the bed, stumbling out the door to be met with a kind looking lady.

"Hi sweety, Do you want to tell me what happened?" The lady's voice was sweet and caring... Peter was hesitant as he opened his mouth to try and speak it came out as a rugged squeak. The lady gave him water and he was grateful...

"What's your name?"

"P...pe..peter..." He said croakingly at to the lady as she replied nicely: "I am May, May Reilly Jameson, nice to meet you Peter" -I am making it so she isn't a Parker-

Her voice was cheery as she helped Peter that day, the dreaded question of parents came around though... Peter started to panic and that had answered the stab wound.

A few years had passed and Peter helped around the house, the two grew close to each other... and she decided to adopt the boy... when she heard of his joyful reply the papers were signed and she had Peter under her wing, but before that... Mary Parker still had guardianship over him.

When he met his mother again he was 10 years old. The woman was still in that same state, Peter was asked questions and he answered them truthfully... the woman was sent to prison for the child abuse. Gaining the rightful ownership to Peter Benjamin Jameson.

"Thank you... Aunt May..." He smiled and hugged the female who hugged back...

They had moved away from the old area where Peter was in danger of, instead they had moved to Forest Hills, Queens, New York.

There his new life begun...

...

Peter was going to Midtown High, he made a few friends there named MJ and Ned... it was actually a stable life. Then the spider bite came... Changed him entirely.

But he still had to suffer under the influence of bullying.

The spider bite never helped him, it did the opposite... May accepted him and Ned was the guy in the chair, MJ was MJ... And he became Spiderman. That helped him cope. Aunt May knew as well, he told her because he trusted her

It was a normal school day for Peter as he walked through the hallways, small remarks from Flash hit hard as he felt like a 8 year old again... even at 15. This time there was someone to protect him.

He saw his mother once, she was released and that scared him. He couldn't speak and he didn't speak up. He couldn't move before the woman noticed him, when she was going to greet the boy she noticed the horrified expression he held before he fled...

The influence she gave to him now came back at her, she wanted to hold him close.. not push him away.

Peter went to his Aunt May with teary eyes and he couldn't speak up... he opened the door to see Tony Stark. His idol, the one who also survived through his time... Peter shakingly put his hands up and signed: 'I.. mother..' that took enough before he took deep breaths.

A small talk was held before it turned into something awkward... Tony Stark had said he had an internship and he just said yes, now they were going to his room.

When the door closed a conversation was held, which made Peter talk a little...

"So you're the vigilante from youtube right? Spiderboy, Spider kid? Spiderling?--"

"Spiderman..."

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