What Is The Meaning Of Family

Life Changing

Inspired by Moon_dancer02's story.
So as you know we're two writers and this'll be our first book together. So in this book the Avengers have their powers but they aren't hero's or gods just have powers.

Peter was just walking back to the tower from Ned's house. Peter left Ned's house early so he could buy some snacks for movie night tonight. He was suppose to come home around 9pm and they would start. He left at 7pm so he could get to the store buy everyone's favorite snacks and get home to start early.

As he carried the snacks in his back pack, which was heavy since Thor needed like 3 boxes of pop tarts. He was excited as he practically skipped to the tower. They've been movie nights ever since Peter first mentioned it when he was about 4. It just became tradition to do it every Friday night. As he walked into the lobby of the tower Friday greeted him "hello Peter you're back early would you like me to alert boss?" Friday asked. "No Friday I want to surprise him and the others with their favorite snacks." He said walking to the elevator.

As Friday watched him go into the elevator she went back to watch as boss had an old enemy of his tied to a chair "well, who would have thought I would have gotten you here" Tony said smirk creeping onto his face. Friday would tell boss about Peter coming but no protocols were set to alert boss whenever Peter comes home while boss was dealing with someone. And Peter had instructed her not to and Peter has the same authority as boss so she didn't say anything.

As the elevator doors opened Peter expected to see his family's shocked faces at his early precense and their favorite snacks but the pent house was empty and lifeless. Peter walked out the elevator confused at the silence. He walked down some hallways before he finally heard a familiar voice. Peter's father, he followed his dad's voice to a room with the door slightly opened. He wa about to go inside but then had the thought of seeing if they'll go to the mains area soon so he can still surprise them. So he peaked through curious. The sight that greeted his eyes was not a pleasant one. He almost gasped but nothing came out. He just stared mouth wide open eyes wide. There in the middle of the room was a beaten guy he didn't reconize tied to the chair. He saw his father circling the guy with the rest of his family leaning against the walls watching.

"What were you doing in our warehouses! Trying to sabotage our weapons! Or trying to steal what you deem yours!" His dad practically yelled in a tone he heard only when he did something badly wrong. The guy didn't even flinch at the volume of his dad's shouting. The guy said nothing so then his dad chuckled "acting tough, I see Beck. Well let's see how tough you'll be when I through with you." His dad said and he began worrying what will happen but his worries were answered when Aunt Nat walked up to his dad and handed a huge knife. He stared eyes wider, if that was even possible.

Then his dad dragged the edge of the knife across the guys arm. He couldn't watch anymore so he quickly got up and shuffled away as quiet as he could be. Luckily being skinny meant you're light on your feet. He was in the main area frekaing out. What the hell was that!? His family had some freaking guy tied to a chair!? He silently frekaed out hands clamping onto his hair. Then he heard something he can never forget.

A gunshot, more specifically a gunshot from the hallway with his anf the guy. He stared at thr hallway horrified what horrific sight that would meet him in the room. Then he heard footsteps. He rushed to the elevator and went to the lobby. He ran out the doors and just kept running down the side walk. He had no idea where he was going but he sure knew he wanted, no needed to be anywhere away from his family.

He looked at his phone. 8:04 pm. He sighed realising he has to go back. No way in hell does he want to go back. And who the hell is Beck, he's never heard his name but his dad seems to know him. As he approached the park now walking he leaned against the tree and slowly slid down. He sat there head in between his legs breathing hard and fast, from running or what he just saw he wouldn't know.

He sat their wallowing in anxiety about going back there. He can't just sit out here all night although he desperately wished he could. As he sat in silence, which was unusual for New York, he contemplating going back. If he doesn't what then? His family will sure try to find him. He once was 15 minutes late to his curfew and when he walked out the elevator his family crowded him hugging him and demanding where he was.

How could they be so caring yet so cold to kill someone?? He didn't know how long he sat there but according to his phone it was about 40 minutes. He looked at his phone screen again now saying 8:42. The only reason he looked at his phone was the reminder he put as a weekly reminder so he would never forget. But now he wished he could forget everything about tonight.

He hesitantly and slowly stood up legs weak from running so far. He walked back to the tower dragging his feet hoping that would somehow make the walk longer. But eventually he was at the doors of the lobby. He looked at his phone for a quick distraction to see 8:54. He locked his jaw before looking up at the tower.

Up there, was a body. Up there, someone lost their life. Up there, was where his world was flipped upside down. A single tear rolled down his cheek going completely unnoticed. After about a minute of looking he rubbed his cheek and walked in. As he walked in the elevator and asked for the top floor he wished he was anywhere else. Maybe back at the park where it was peaceful.

It seemed an eternity as he waited for the elevator's doors to open. When they did he jumped slightly as he was in the middle of deep thought. After the first 5 inches opened he was greeted by the sight of his family sitting around laughing and talking like usual. But what was usual for them? How could they just murder someone less than an hour ago and not be bothered by it?? As he walked forward his family greeted him with warm smiles, the same people who had killed someone. He said he was gonna drop his bag off in his room and be quickly left. He opened his door and walked in. He threw his bag to the ground figuring murders don't deserve their favorite snacks.

He sat on his bed leaning forward with his arms supporting his head. He stared at the floor. He got so caught up in wishing he didn't witness what he did that he didn't hear aunt Nat approaching his door. "Everything ok?" Nat asked walking in. He jolted up "uh, I um I had a rough day" he said and he mentally scoffed at himself, rough? He's scarred for the rest of his life.

"That's too bad well at least it's movie night and the beginning of the weekend." Aunt Nat said in a loving voice. Which didn't fit the expression she gave when she handed the knife to his dad. It's like someone flipped a switch and all of a sudden his family is loving and caring instead of the cold expressionless people he saw in that room. He nodded "well let's go" aunt Nat said leading him away.

As they entered the main area they all sat down he was in between his dad and uncle Thor. His skin crawled at the thought of being next to murders. Throughout the whole movie and the next one he was extremely uncomfortable. When the third began he was praying that this torture will soon end. Luckily it was dark and the only light was the tv screen so no one could see his face showing extreme discomfort and disgust at his family.

As the third ended his dad turned to him "oh you didn't fall asleep, you usually doze off" his dad said with a smile. He almost laughed how could he possibly fall asleep with a room full of murders. He shrugged "guess the movies were actually interesting for once" he was thankful that somehow his body was on some kind of auto pilot. His dad chuckled "well we should get some rest" his dad said standing up. Before his dad had the chance to offer him help up from the couch that sunk down a lot because of the weight he was already up and walking away. "Night!" He shouted as he turned the corner to the hallway that lead to his room.

As he finally reached his room he quickly walked in and shut his door. He sighed as the movie night was finally over. He fell back onto his bed. As he stared at the ceiling some thoughts came up. He couldn't stay here, no way he could possibly do another movie night with them. Run away? He's never ever thought of running away from his loving family but now the thought seemed comforting as he knew there was a possiblity he could get away from them forever, if he did it right. He had to run away and leave no possible way for them to track him.

He sighed at the thought, he couldn't do that, could he? But before he could think through it anymore his eyes felt heavy and before he knew it he was asleep.