Avengers + their Spiderson | Book 1

Lost 2 Gain 2 /1/

/This is an original oneshot by yours truly~ It is a single dad! Steve, this is a mixture of tension, sadness and some relief. My own twist cause fanfiction/

Summary:
Steve had lost two things
precious to him, He first lost
Bucky... His best friend and
the one who helped him with
caring for Steve's son. Then
he lost his little boy when the
child was only 8 years of
age...

...

He was left alone with his son Peter, his mother had died when she got shot in the head while Steve tried to save her...

"I love you Stevie" The gun fired in a blast, the rain pouring down heavily on the scene.

"Mary!" he screamed while holding a small boy with brown curls and dark brown doe eyes in his arms, trying to reach out to the woman who then got shot in the head...

blood trickling down her forehead while men tried to take his son away from him, Tears fell down his face as he screamed in an outrage. His shield came back to him as he knocked out all of the men, when they were all knocked out he walked over to his wife before sobbing.

The boy seemed so innocent and didn't know about his mother's death. "Is Mummy sleeping daddy?" The innocent child looked up at his father while the man stood strong with a shaky breath. "Yeah... Yeah she is Pete, she'll be asleep for a long time bud." He trued reassuring his son who was only 5 at the time... but mainly tried to reassure himself of those words.

Steve remembered when his wife Mary found out he had lied but she always knew... He felt as though it was his fault she had died, he held her delicate frail body in his arms as the rain poured down on the three in the empty destroyed dystopia.

"Mary... I'm sorry I lied, i'm not really called Richard..." The woman stared up at him before smiling kindly, hugging Steve. "I know, you're Captain America right? Steve Rogers? I still love you for you even if you lied, you have a reason."

Mary paused before chuckling a little: "And you are a terrible liar Stevie." She hummed while hugging him gently, leaning her head onto his chest while the other chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too..."

She could tell that Steve genuinely loved her and their little family, she could always tell when Steve was lying and it made her laugh when he tried to cover up.

But now? that was all gone.

Mary had died infront of him... while leaving him to look after their precious baby boy by himself. Peter Benjamin Rogers, the small boy that reminded himself of every small feature of his wife.

He would protect him so what had happened to his mother wouldn't happen to him.

That is what he vowed to do on that night.

He lost one person he cared for, but then he lost another... his best friend Bucky Barnes. Until he found him again, it was rough for the two of them but when the soldier saw the small boy who waddled into the room... everything was going to be alright.

for the three of them.

...

"Uncle Bucky!" The boy squealed while waddling to the soldier in whom gave a small hesitant smile. He picked up the child and put him on his lap, the man seemed alot calmer and was slowly recovering from his harsh scars of the past.

The boy grabbed crayons and started doodling on Bucky's metal arm, it entertained the soldier making him not to suffer from what they had given him on that day.

"Petey what are you doing now?" The boy was now drawing on a plain piece of paper and began drawing wih the crayons, grabbing his artistic side from Steve. Peter then practically jumped up with starry eyes, showing a drawing of himself with Bucky and Steve.

"That looks good doll" He ruffled the boy's hair as he lay on his lap.

Peter loved the two of them with all his heart, the small child always lit the room with happiness whenever he was present... raising both of Steve and Bucky's spirits.

Until that day when Peter was only 8.

Where did it go wrong?

The three were walking around the town together, Peter holding Steve's hand as he trailed behind him... the crowd's overwhelming.

Bucky and Steve were talking to each other while Peter eyed them with his big doe eyes, curiousity was visible while he scrunched his nose trying to understand the 'big words'

The crowd around them worsened as Peter accidentally let go, disappearing into the crowd.

Steve felt the disconnect and looked behind him... Peter wasn't there. "Pete? Petey?" The man started to panic as he didn't want to lose his son... even after a vow. Small cries were heard as Steve tried to find his son but to no avail, the panic rose in him as he started to tear up and re-live that memory.

Bucky comforted his best friend, rubbing circles on his back muttering sweet small reassurances in his ear.

"I promise that we'll find Petey soon enough Stevie."

...

/From here the italics will be when speaking russian, or for emphasis./

Peter stared up obediently at the men infront of him, he didn't say a word in which the men appreciated. "This boy seems to be very obedient, I guess it would be easy for him to listen to us."

They first taught him russian for the first few days, luckily for them he was a fast learner and not many lashes were striked onto him...then they began moulding him. "Now sit in the chair." These passed few weeks Peter knew to listen to orders and never disobey, to always speak when told to.

The small boy sat in the chair as he was chained down, electricity running through his veins making the boy do a muffled scream. They cranked the volume higher as Peter started to whimper...

It started to numb him while the boy was like an empty husk, after he had been taught they injected something into him... It was a slightly white liquid and it hurt him alot, giving him high fevers and vomitting. He still wasn't ready.

They startes to mutter words to him, while cranking up the volume more to see the boy physically shaking and getting scars.

He could understand them either way but they made it more tormenting... Peter couldn't help but listen to each and every word while they played memories through his head like a broken record, the small boy felt like he was being ripped to shreds but still held strong jut like his father did.

The first set of words echoed through his head... blanking a few of the memories out.

"Mary, gun, rain,
crowd, lost..."

Father? who was his father?
Did he even have parents?

All he knew was to follow orders and commands.

"family
longing, colour,
ten, mother"

and that was when everything went blank for the small boy...

"Aranya?" Behind the mask was a smirk and a twisted joy, with a blank stare Peter looked up and with an obedient expression he muttered the response they wanted to hear.

[Part 1]