I Feel Like That's on Me

Fractured

Central Park

[2023]

~Peter~

As fast as I can, I grab the nearest branch and quickly pull myself up to straddle it. I look down back to where the conversation is taking place, luckily nobody heard my almost fall. They seem to have calmed Mr. Bruce down significantly, he is glaring at Director Eyepatch Mc Fury while Mr. Stark and Rhodes just look confused.

Mr. Stark breaks the silence "Okay I am confused, Brucie who are you talking about? Who is Fury strapping to a bed?"

Before Bruce can respond Fury cuts him off "Above your clearance level Stark, all you need to know is that a patient broke out and is somewhere in the park"

"Is that what he is now your 'patient' what about prisoner because last I checked patients can leave when they want and they give permission for medical procedures performed on them!" Bruce looks like he's losing his patience again but shows no sign of calming down this time.

"You know he was in no position to give consent at the ti-" Fury gets cut off before he can finish,

"THEN ASK HIS GUARDIANS he is a minor he couldn't of given you permission himself anyways and both of the people were in their right minds to give that consent!" Bruce is practically growling at Fury now.

"Hold up this guys a kid?" Mr. Stark cuts in "Fury you're testing on minors without their guardians permission? Who the hell is this guy anywa-"

\/\/\/\/\/CRACK\/\/\/\/\/\

The branch I'm on snaps and i'm falling,

shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit!

I land on my arm and there is a sickening snap, a second later pain is coursing throughout the limb. As quickly as possible I roll over to relieve some of the pressure from my arm.

"GAAH!" I'm breathing heavily whilst clutching my injured arm to my chest, I don't notice the silence until the asshole pirate breaks it.

"Is this what you wanted Parker? Because I can promise you this isn't going to end the way you hoped." He stands above me his face laced with anger and the slightest bit of pity.

Immediately start to crawl backwards to get away from the man with my good arm.

My mind can't focus on anything other than I need to get away! I can't go back.

"I- I won't go back" I say sharply but all the man does is glare angrily back "p-please d-don't make me go back" my words are whimpered now as my back hits a tree and I can't move any further.

"Nuh uh, this is not up for discussion. I told you-" Fury starts to scold me but I've reached my breaking point.

"NO! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!" I pause for a moment to wipe the tears from my cheeks before continuing "I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR LEVERAGE, I AM A HUMAN BEING" my hand is digging into the soil beneath me.

"I NEVER ASKED YOU TO DO WHAT YOU DID! AT ANY POINT DID YOU EVER THINK MAYBE I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE REVIVED AND USED AS LEVERAGE FOR THE MAN WHO IS THE CLOSEST THING I HAVE TO A DAD"

Nobody is talking, I take a deep breath before resuming my breakdown "I had a life and people I loved, then yeah I died and that fucking sucked but I died and he was there *sniff* a-and he held me and he made me feel safe. B-But then I woke up there in a room with a bunch of strangers t-telling me I was dead for six years who also refuse to let me see anyone I love. I-I just wanted to see him, please don't make me go back" my words are whispered now and I'm looking at the ground to avoid looking at anyone around me.

"Peter?" I turn to look at Tony's face which holds a mix of grief, shock and pure rage. Once he sees my face his anger intensifies tenfold before he snaps his head towards Fury.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO FURY!" somehow the man in question manages to keep a neutral expression on his face.

"Stark calm down for a minute" Fury's words only help to fuel Tony's anger.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, BECAUSE RIGHT NOW I'M LOOKING AT MY KID WHO LAST I CHECKED DIED IN MY FUCKING ARMS SIX FUCKING YEARS AGO, SO DON'T BULLSHIT ME FURY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" I don't think I've seen Tony this mad, not even after the ferry incident.

"I'm not explaining myself to you Stark" Fury sharply states before turning to some agents "Restrain him and take him back to the facility, make sure he sees medical first then take the tablet and bring the cuffs back"

Before anyone can say anything, I'm cornered in by two agents and being roughly grabbed by by upper arms.

"NOOOO!! LET GO OF ME!!! I DON'T WANNA GO! LET GO LET GO LET GO!!!" I'm kicking my legs and thrashing in the agent's grips as tears stream down my face "MR. STARK DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AGAIN!!!! I HATE IT! PLEASE!!! LET GO OF ME!! One of the agents tries to get a better grip and harshly grabs my broken forearm "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

There's a loud roar before I pass out from the pain.