06:36 pm.
You heard your fathers car pull into your drive way, while you're doing homework. The car door slammed shut, and the front door was torn open. You wanted to leave your room to greet your father, but suddenly you heared gunshots, screams, bangs and footsteps. You quickly locked your door, grabbed your phone and hid under your bed.
You called 911, shaking and scared. Then suddenly, everything was dead silent. No shots, no screams, no bangs, not even footsteps. Only the voice from the women on the other end of your phone. You answered her questions in a shaking and breaking voice.
And then, you heard footsteps again. They were quiet, and slow, but you could hear that they were going towards your room. Every second they got louder, and louder. Till they finally stopped, infront of your room.
You started to panick, starting to shiver more, as your breathing became faster too. You didn't knew who this person on the other side of the door was, or what they did, but it was nothing good.
*Bang*
You heard on your door. It was quiet, but also loud.
*Bang*
You heard again. The banging got louder everytime, and also stronger. You started to panic more and more, as your eyes started to swell up. The banging didn't stop, it only grew. It went on for a couple of minutes, before you finally heard sirens outside your door.
You sighed a bit in relieve as the banging also stopped, and heard how the footsteps from the other side of your door started to fade, as the person ran away.
A police officer pulled you out of your room and house, which was covered in blood. You saw how your father got pushed into an police car, one of the 6 that was outside of your door. You didn't saw any sign of your mom, or brother. You didn't knew what happened, but that was the last day you saw anyone from your family.
After a couple of days you got adopted by a sweet couple, your new 'family'. But after that day, nothing had been the same again.
There had been an increase in violent crimes and stalking by unknown means, all centered around NYC. Of course, Spider-Man decided to search for the answers as all those who were caught had either no memory of doing what they did or vague memories and guilt of slipping into old habits.
Good News! He figured that the "criminals" were victims of one villain using a weapon that "reverts one's mind back to a previous time" temporarily and turns that state up by eleven.
Bad News! He got hit with the weapon and Tony arrived in time to see it.
(This was a slightly early submission for Comics AgeRe Week 2024! It's a bit of a different type of age regression fic as its two types: Forced Back by a Weapon and the Age Regression you would see from AgeRe Littles. I'm trying some more subtle stuff in this fic as well!
I hope y'all enjoy. It will be all fluff and humor and just plain adorable Little Peter interacting with his Avengers Family. There is a bed-wetting scene that happens(First ⊹₊ (·:•, ,•:·)⊹ ) but it's brief and while they do talk about it, its not graphic.
(Also, there is a boycott on Official Marvel products due to a certain character in Captain America 4. Do not purchase official merchandise while this boycott is going on.)