Spiderman One-shots 🕸️

I'm completely fine

Thank you to The_Dance_Dragon for the prompt.

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Peter stumbled into his room at some  ungodly hour of the morning and collapsed into his bed with a sigh. His eyes flicked to the oozing gash in his side slowly dying the silky white sheets a bright crimson.

"Shit."

Peter rolled to the edge of the bed, biting his tongue to stop the screams of pain accompanying the movement. He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a fully stocked first aid kit. Living with overprotective superheroes has its perks.

Especially when you are bleeding out at four one the morning.

Somewhere between finishing the stitches and cleaning up the mess he had made, Peter's eyes began to get extremely heavy. The next thing he knew it was morning and there were several bangs coming from the other side of his door.

In a panic Peter kicked the bloodied sheets under his bed and pulled on his oversized hoodie. He rushed to the door and unlocked it. His family surged through the door, excluding the eccentric billionaire who was out on a business trip.

"Peter we have been calling you for twenty minutes. What the hell man!" Clint exclaimed from the back of the huddle.

"S-sorry I was just really tired." Peter said.

"You know you stutter when you lie." Natasha pointed out matter-of-factly, taking menacing steps towards her nephew.

"I don't know what you m-mean." Damn I really do.

"So...where were you last night. You clearly snuck out causing you to sleep in so late." Steve sat on a chair, leaning on the back of it sending an accusing glare at the boy.

"I went out on p-patrol..."

"And..." The group said in unison. Peter sat on his bed and curled into himself, resting his head on his knees.

"I got injured. My healing makes me really tired when I have a big injury to heal."

"How injured?" Any trace of anger in Nat's voice was replaced by concern and slight fear of what Tony will do if he finds out his son was injured under her watch.

Peter sighed, knowing he won't be able to hide it from them. He pulled off his hoodie and flinched at the horrified gasps that followed.

His torso was covered in deep purple bruises tinged green around the edges. Small scars from when rings pierced the skin littered his chest and arms. Then there was the enormous gash in his side that must have reopened during the night. His healing hadn't done much for that one as it was still oozing blood and very much open.

"Peter oh my god." Wanda gasped, covering her mouth and obviously biting back tears.

Bruce looked him dead in the eye and pointed to the door. "Med bay. Now."

Peter didn't argue. He scurried from the room as fast as he could, clutching his side as he did so. Bruce ordered the others to stay put as he worked on the injuries.

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Peter stared blankly at the wall as Bruce droned on about his vitals and estimated recovery time. He knew that come tomorrow morning he would be right as rain. Physically.

Emotionally he could never heal. Getting attacked day in day out is hard enough as Spiderman. What Peter didn't tell them is that he wasn't Spiderman when this happened.

Peter was just walking home from his job at Delmar's when a gang of kids around his age, lead by none other that Eugene "Flash" Thompson, jumped him and beat him up. Puny Peter Parker couldn't possibly fight back. Not without risk of being found out. So he took every punch, every cut. They left him there to bleed out. Luckily he wasn't far from the tower, taking the emergency exit stairs to prevent Friday announcing his presence.

"Peter!"

The boy flinched at the raised voice and glanced at bruce. Only now he wasn't alone.

"Peter you have to tell us what is happening. You are never normally like this after a patrol." Natasha said with a kind smile. Peter shook his head adamantly, making himself dizzy from the movement.

"Why not Peter?" Bucky coaxed.

Silence.

"Peter please, talk to us."

More silence.

"Fine. Don't talk. Just know that whenever you are ready to talk we are hear to listen. To help."

"It was Flash." Peter whispered, barely even audible. He was sure his heart beat was loud enough to be heard, it certainly was deafening to him.

"Who?" Steve asked, eyes narrowing.

"Flash Thompson. He jumped me on my way home, I couldn't stop him. I am so weak I don't deserve to be Spiderman. I can't even stop a highschool bully." Peter was suddenly in tears, which hurt but he just couldn't stop.

"Peter you are not weak. You are so incredibly strong. You have dealt with things no sixteen year old should, all whilst balancing your normal life." Nat exclaimed, shocked by her nephews sudden break.

"Yeah," Wanda piped up. "It was you who helped me adjust to life here and help me with any power related questions."

"You help me and Bucky catch up with all the shows and movies we have missed." Steve added, nudging Bucky with his elbow.

"Kid this team has only improved since you got here. I can honestly say we would all be very different people if it weren't for you." Clint said sitting next to the crying boy and wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders. Peter melted into the hug and gave everyone watery smiles.

"Thank you."

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"Please don't tell dad."

"Oh we are telling Tony."

The end!!

Hope you liked it!! Bit angsty but ya know when is my writing not full of sadness.