After Uncle Ben died, Peter Parker's world crashed. Aunt May blamed him for his death and years later continued to do so. Not only does Peter have to look after school, work, and being Spider-man, but now he started working at the Stark Tower as an intern. Can Peter balance all the hate, bullying, and abuse that comes into his life, or will he give up trying? Maybe, just maybe, someone can enter his life and finally bring the positivity he needs deserves. Read to find out! Most of the characters belong to Marvel. Do NOT read if you get triggered by reading about abuse and depression.

4-Part Fic "I'm sorry. I'm going to try to be brave, Mister. Stark, but I don't know if I can. I'm really scared... and I, um, I don't want to die." Iron Man and Spider-Man

It all started from a dumpster behind Midtown High School. "Could this day get any worse?" Peter Parker spoke to himself as he went to the trash receptacle, trying to find his backpack those dudes threw out the window. Holding his nose and scanning the pile of garbage, there were soggy cardboard, last week's lunch, abandoned project from Mister Andrew's class. And there it was! His backpack laying next to a dead man(?) in some sort of black leather and armor clothing with a broken neck. Totally normal.

Peter isn't the same after the events of homecoming. He covers this up very well however, he does it so well that not even Tony Stark himself can see how broken the kid is. That is until another disaster strikes, and Peter shows his true colors. The colors he tried so hard to cover up and hide. !!TRIGGER WARNING!! -Panic attacks -Self harm -Suicide attempts -Suicidal thoughts Info on updates: Once every few months, I'm not as inspired sorry.

Just a collection of one shots about the Avengers family and Peter and all that jazz. This fic involves nothing after phase 3 of the MCU. This story is completed. A second collection of One-Shots is currently on my profile. Story Started: November 2018 Story Finished: March 2024