Broken And Bruised. ( Avengers Adopt)

Broken And Bruised. ( Avengers Adopt)

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at age 8, her mother killed herself. in the same room as her. she watched as the noose tightened, and her body heaved. as her eyes rolled back, and her neck cracked. And the tears rolled down her blue face. the year following, Clay's father drank and drank. and when he was so drunk and looked at clay, And he saw his wife. one night, he took it too far. he smacked her around because he needed someone to be at fault for his wife's death. A couple years passed, clay was now 14. And her father grew tired of hurting her physically. he wanted to do it emotionally. at the beginning, he blamed his wife for what happened. but no longer, he blamed clay. And at night clay slept like a shark, but one time she fell fully asleep. that was her mistake. she wished to die, another year passed, clay was 15. she was 15 and standing on the edge of bridge. She saw the avenger headquarters. And she fell.
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It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe. Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it. Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood. Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief. **NO Starker** Triggers Warnings: Substance Use/Abuse Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions Rape Threats/Mentions Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore Some Self-Harm Coarse Language Mental Illness (various) This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage Most characters, and prequel themes are owned by Marvel®

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