Peter Parker Oneshots

Unlikely Joy (request)

So, the other day someone complimented me, and me being the awkward human being I am, I just laughed nervously and scooted myself away, and I don't own Marvel, but I obviously don't own any social skills either.

This was requested by TBSAAHAY123 I hope you like it!!

Warnings: depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts and tendencies, May is dead, kidnapping.

The kidnapping was probably Peter's fault. He shouldn't have been patrolling at all that night, he was too depressed and tired to think straight. May had died only a few weeks before, and even though Tony had taken him in and tried to help him cope, Peter just couldn't accept it.

Every second felt like torture, knowing May wasn't there. He barely had the energy to get out of bed each morning, but he couldn't seem to sleep either. The only thing Peter was still doing was Spider-Man.

It wasn't smart. He knew that. He was taking out all his grief and anger out on criminals, and being more reckless than ever because of his newly discovered suicidal tendencies.

One night, he was fighting a villain, one he didn't bother to learn the name of, when he got knocked out and dragged away.

When he woke up, Peter didn't bother doing anything to help him escape. Normally, he would scan for weaknesses and check how many people were nearby, but all he could think was "Maybe I deserve this..."

"I see you're awake." The villain caught Peter's attention.

Peter shrugged. "Yep. Go ahead and kill me now, or torture me or something. I don't care."

The villain blinked and removed his mask, revealing dark blue eyes and messy black hair. He had a scar running across his right cheekbone, and two thin lines cutting into his left eyebrow. Peter thought the overall effect was kind of cool.

"I'm not going to kill or torture you." The man said. "You seem tortured enough."

Peter froze. The man carefully untied Peter from the chair he was in, and stepped back. "I might be a villain, but I'm not heartless."

Peter stayed in the chair, even though he now had a perfect escape. "W-What's your name?"

The man smiled softly. "Ian. Ian Decriox."

Peter reached up and noticed his mask was still on. Taking it off, he said, "Peter. Peter Parker."

———

Two weeks had passed since Peter was kidnapped. The Avengers were terrified. No matter what they tried, they couldn't find the kid.

They were worried that Peter had—

Well, they didn't want to think about it. The last time they saw Peter, he was so beaten up and depressed by his Aunt's death that anything was a possibility.

Tony rushed into the room, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. "I found a lead."

Steve straightened up. "Avengers Assemble."

———

Peter smiled. Ian was telling a story about his mom, who had died in a freak accident.

"She would say, 'I'll hang you by your toenails!' And the one time I asked how, she picked me up and held me upside down before dropping me gently on the couch." Ian laughed.

Peter laughed too. Ian seemed to understand what Peter was going through. Tony had tried, but his way of grieving was so different to Peter's. He missed Tony, but he wanted to spend a little more time with Ian. Ian had said Peter could leave whenever he wanted.

"Aunt May and me used to say 'I larb you' instead of 'I love you.'" Peter shared.

Ian smiled. "That's sweet."

Peter nodded sadly. "Yeah."

Just then, the door banged open, and the Avengers came in, guns blazing.

Peter giggled as they assessed the scene. Tony snapped his eyes to Peter. "Kid. I was so worried..."

Peter dropped his head. "I'm sorry. I was kidnapped, but Ian was gonna let me go, but he helped me—"

Tony glanced at the man who had kidnapped his child. "Ian?"

Peter smiled and Tony's breath got caught in his throat. It had been so long since he'd seen the kid smile.

"Mhm!" Peter said, "Ian helped me accept May's—May's death. Well, mostly. It still hurts, but—" Peter shrugged.

The other Avengers exchanged looks, but Tony was too caught up in his kid to notice. He let the suit disassemble and hugged the teenager, running his fingers through Peter's hair. "Alright, kid. Next time, call us though."

Peter laughed. "I will."

Ian was taken into custody. Even if he had helped Peter, he still did some pretty inexcusable things. After he was interrogated, Ian was given the option to be placed on house arrest with visits to a therapist instead of prison. He accepted, and learned to deal with his issues in a much more productive manner than destroying New York.

Peter slowly put his life back together, starting with his new family. He never forgot May, but let the Avengers take care of him and comfort him when he needed it. He wasn't totally okay, and he wasn't sure he ever would be, but he was getting better. And that was what counted.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed!

Bye!