Gang Life (PercyxAvengers) (PeterXPercy)

Fucknugget

**Warnings:**

• Profanity

• Mentions of Drugs

• Violence 

• Children

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Chapter 3: Fucknugget

Peter's POV:

Complete silence.

Every single pair of eyes in the room are intently set on the baby, mouths open in shock.

"The hell are you all gawking at? Never seen a baby before or some'?" Jackson snaps. His glowering gaze roams the room before settling on Tony, his leg still bouncing up and down.

I glance over at him too. He looks the most surprised out of everybody, his eyes almost... watering?

Is he crying?

Everyone snaps out of it at Jackson's comment except Tony, who brings his hand over his mouth and turns around. As he does, I notice his shoulders shaking faintly. Then he's out of the room, hand still covering his mouth.

I blink, but I don't have time to think much of it because suddenly Jackson is being bombarded with questions from every direction.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Clint appears to Jackson's left, holding an arrow out towards him.

"How long has that been in there?" Natasha demands from next to Clint, her arms crossed.

When did they get here?

Steve gasps from the doorway, his hand flying to his mouth. "Do you swear and do your drugs around her?"

"Did you make that?" I squeak, interrupting.

Everyone's gaze shifts to me and the room is suddenly silent.

Jackson squints at me and I shift in discomfort.

Why are they staring at me?

Maybe they didn't hear me right.

"The wrap and backpack. You made it?" I repeat.

Steve sighs in relief and I swear a small smirk starts to form on Jackson's face, but Bruce interjects before he can answer.

"That's not important right now." Bruce flies around the table, hands reaching for the wrap. "Why the hell do you have a baby in there?"

Jackson attempts to jerk away from him. "Get your hands away from me and my baby, grabby man."

He falters and then grabs his clipboard instead. "How long has she been in there?"

"How long have I been here?"

"Since yesterday early afternoon. Approximately..." he glances at his watch, "thirty-two hours."

"Then apparently two fucking days." The gang member glares at him.

Bruce purses his lips and scribbles on his clipboard. "When's the last time she's eaten? How old is she?"

He just shakes his head and looks down at his lap.

"Do you know how much she weighs?" Bruce continues with the questions, "How's her breathing? Does she have any health problems?"

"I don't know!" Jackson's head suddenly jerks to glare at the doctor, eyes red and watery. "I don't know any of it! I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing! I don't even know my own child's goddamn birthday!" His voice chokes on the last part and his fists clench in the restraints.

The room is silent again as Bruce slowly turns to look at Natasha. After a moment of them seemingly communicating with their eyes, he murmurs, "The baby has nothing to do with the gang, Natasha. So..."

She nods and I glance back and forth between them in confusion.

Natasha marches towards the restrained criminal.

"What are you doing?" He croaks, leaning away from her.

She doesn't respond. Instead, she begins reaching for the still sound asleep baby.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" His eyes widen and he starts harshly jerking his arm in an attempt to get free. "No... no, no, no! Just bring whatever she needs here!"

"We can't do that, Jackson," Bruce speaks from next to me. "She'll need a full, thorough check-up that we can't perform here."

"What? No!" His hands start to shake. "Why? She's okay! She's okay, I swear to God!"

Natasha slips behind him and lays her hands on the baby's wrap to untie it.

Jackson's eyes spring wide, his nostrils flaring in fury. "Don't fucking touch me, woman," he growls in warning, voice low and at the very edge of calmness.

She hesitates for a moment, making eye contact with the young father and seeming to empathize with him. But then her hands return to their task, disregarding him, her jaw set.

It was then that the young gang member went fully animalistic, ripping his good wrist out of its restraints and latching onto Natasha's arm. He twists his neck around until it makes a popping sound and sinks his teeth into the flesh of Natasha's forearm.

She cries out and Steve runs over to help, but before he can, she grabs Jackson's entire face with her other hand and shoves it back, ripping her arm out of his mouth.

A tear slides out of the boy's eye, sliding down the side of his cheek, his head still pushed back at his forehead. His now bloody teeth are bared as he snarls, "Get your fucking filthy ass hands off me! I'll fucking kill you." Another tear slides out, colliding with the blood slipping down his chin. "I swear I'll fucking kill all of you if you fucking touch her." He spits a chunk of skin in her face. "Fucknugget."

"Goodluck with that in your situation, kid." She wipes the blood and piece of skin off her face with her free hand, wincing at the movement of her injury. "Steve, a little help?"

He nods and steps forward, grabbing Jackson by the forehead and arm and holding him down to his chair.

Jackson still doesn't give up, writhing and struggling against Steve's superhuman strength unsuccessfully. He lets out a yell of frustration. "God damn it! Let me go, old man!"

Steve only presses harder, earning a yelp from the boy.

He stops struggling, defeated. "Please..."

Natasha pulls the baby from her place on her father's back and holds her close, turning away and dashing out the door with Bruce close behind.

"No! Please! I beg- I beg you!" Jackson wails, choking on tears, saliva, and blood. "Don't take her from me!"

But they're already gone, the shrill wail of a recently awoken baby drifting through the doorway.