A Hero and Villians: Salvation

When you think of a hero, you think of someone like Steve Rogers. Tony Stark. Clark Kent...
Peter Parker, even.
You certainly wouldn't think of someone like Axel.
Axel Rosemary.
Dyed blue hair, shaved at the side. Rings pierced through his lip, nose, and the tops of his ears.
That's what he is though, and dang proud.
He's kept his home, Brooklyn, the place he's grown up in, safe since he was fifteen. He's avoided life-threatening injuries.
Now, though, after five years of protecting, after five years of being known as Distortion, after five years of successfully using his Telekinesis to protect those around him with all his might, after five years of building his reputation as a hero, a hero who can be looked to, who has a hot-headed personality, who can be trusted...
He's been hurt. Knocked down. He won, of course he won, but he's hurt. With a deep gash in his side, he has nowhere to go. His friends are too far away, and his parents are six feet below.
So now, he heads to where he's sure will be his down-fall. A man he's fought since he was fifteen.
A man who he prays won't kill him in his time of need.
He most certainly didn't expect to wake up on a couch, stitched up and safe.

-Hello! This is my first story here. This is inspired by a prompt I found on Pinterest. I wrote a bit of a story and, after getting much praise, decided to post it on here.
I hope you all enjoy! This will have some triggering mentions and subject matters, though I promise I will put up warnings before the subjects come up!
I hope you give my story a chance, and I encourage any advice you can give to improve my writing! Also, I do intend on changing my story cover. I found this picture in a Google search, but will change it once I can make, or get, an original picture for this story.
See ya'll!-