T.W- Bullying, blood, swearing.

This Chapter can really trigger you, and i am actually really sorry about that, so please be careful. But i promise it will be okay.

Summary- When Peter is getting bullied and Tony finds out. Let's say things don't go very well for Eugene.

(Third Person P.O.V)

When Peter first met Tony, he lived with his Aunt.

Time passed and Peter started to started to stay with Tony while May would work.

After a year Christmas rolled around and for a present. Tony became a legal guardian for Peter.

Then aunt May died.

She was shot in the chest.

Bled out.

Peter was heart broken. Who wouldn't. But he had Tony by his side through it all.

And after time he got better.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Flash Thompson, or in other words, Eugene.

I hate him, he loves hurting me, whether it be with words or with fists.

Whoever said 'Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words will never hurt me.' Obviously knew nothing. Physical pain fades with time; becomes a distant memory. Mental pain, that comes with being told over and over that you are nothing, now that, that hurts. It cuts deep, and lodges itself in your heart, and then whenever you feel happiness, it comes along and reminds you of all the pain. It never leaves you, and Hell it hurts so Goddamn much.

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Ned and MJ had just left, as the school day had finally ended.

The halls were practically empty, with the odd straggler leaving.

I was at my locker, just putting my stuff away in my locker after doing some work in the library, as dad said he would be a little late to pick me up, as today is ice cream day.

Just as i was about to leave, my spidey senses start to tingle in the back of my head, warning me of something or someone coming.

I turn around just in time to be slammed painfully hard into my locker. My back screams in agony, as i feel the locks dig painfully hard into my skin, drawing blood.

Flash Thompson is there, holding my collar and lifting it up, slightly cutting of my air. I would fight back, but i know i could easily kill him, and if i do he might pick on someone who can't heal as fast as me.

A sneer appears on his face as he sees me struggling for air.

"You know Penis, your aunt probably shot herself to rid herself of her worthless nephew who came along and ruined her life." He says.

I can feel my mind go blank with the mental pain, my mind now set on making me believe it is my fault. Before i can pull myself away from the dark thoughts, he punches me harshly in the face.

For the first time since the confrontation started i am able to take a deep breath in, but then his hand slams onto my neck. Locking me in place and yet again struggling for air.

I can feel the blood drip down my face and stain my shirt from my nose.

My mind starts to fill with darkness, running over all the hateful words i have received. Without permission, my eyes start to fill with tears.

When Flash sees this, he laughs, an evil smirk appearing on his face.

"You see Penis, no one actually likes you. Your parents didn't die. They just hated you that much that they decided to leave you, just like your uncle did, and now your aunt. If it wasn't for you they would be here, they would be happy. But nope, you ruined it for them. Maybe it would be better if you just weren't here anymore" He says, before punching me again in the face and dropping me to the floor and walking off.

I don't have the strength to move. My mind racing with all the what ifs, what if i wasn't born and everyone would still be alive and well. What if i ended it all, maybe then i could save everyone from the fate of being around me. What if-

My thoughts are cut of by my dads worried voice calling out my name.

My nose is still gushing blood and my eyes are still flowing with tears.

"Kiddo." My dad says, seeing me.

He races over and kneels in front of me.

Without hesitation he pulls me into him and i sob, trying so hard to push all the hate away.

"Bubba. What happened." He asks, his voice on edge and muffled with concern.

I don't answer and instead cry harder, choking out words, "Would it be better if i wasn't alive."

I feel my dad take in a swift breath, his grip on my tightening on me. He pulls away and holds my face in his hands, making me look him in the eyes.

"Listen to me when i say this. Peter, you are the best thing in my life. When you first came along, you were like a little puppy. And i knew then and there, i would always be there for you, no matter what. You are my kid Pete, without you i wouldn't be me anymore. You are the literal light of my life, and i'm sure if you ask any of the avengers they would agree. I love you 3000 kid, no matter what, i always will. And i know as a fact your aunt loved you just as much." My dad says, i look in his eyes and see no lie.

I feel my heart slowly pull back together, the dark thoughts being pushed away into the back of my mind.

I fall back into his chest and mumble "Was aunt May my fault."

I feel him kiss my head, his head resting on mine as he says, "No bambi, don't ever think it was. It wasn't your fault Petey Pie, you couldn't change it. None of your family's death was your fault, i promise you that."

I just nod, believing him, knowing he wouldn't lie to me.

He pulls away only slightly and takes off his suit jacket and pressing it against my nose to stop the bleeding.

I frown as i see his white shirt covered in my blood, i'm about to apologise when he gives me the look to say it doesn't matter.

"What happened Pete?" He asks.

For the first time, i don't want to lie.

"Flash Thompson, he- he, told me it was my fault everyone was dead. And that- that, it would be better, if- if i died." I say, trying not to break down all over again.

I see anger flare in my dad's eyes as he pull me back into him saying, "None of it is true bubba. Please never think it is, and never, never think that it would be better if you weren't here. I love you so much, i promise this won't happen again."

I nod, knowing he will probably hurt Flash, but for the first time i don't care. And for the first time after being beat up and told horrible things. I feel okay, i feel loved.

I promise myself here and now that i won't ever think about leaving, i could never do that to my family.

(Tony's P.O.V)

I was fuming. How dare, that- that scummy bitch ever say that to my fucking kid.

I still took Peter for ice cream, and made sure he knew just how much he meant to me. I knew i succeeded when i saw the spark in his eyes again.

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When Peter went to watch a film with the others i knew now was the time.

I got in my suit and flew to Eugene's house, ready to beat the shit out of this kid who thinks he has the right to hurt my kid that much. No one messes with my baby spider.

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I slam through his front door, seeing him sat on the sofa. When the rat sees me, his eyes seem to light up as he stands.

"Iron man, wow, i am a huge fan. Are you here to give me an internship." He says, his voice egar with excitement.

I scoff and raise my repulsor, shooting next to him.

I walk forward to the now shaking rat, the metal of my suit clanging dangerously with the floor.

"Don't ever, and i mean ever, fucking talk or even look at my kid again. Touch Peter again and i will end your puny little life without even breaking a sweat." I say, my anger boiling.

I elbow him in the chest, feeling a satisfied smile on my face as i hear a crack. I then punch him in the face, not hard enough to kill him. But hard enough to hurt.

He falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose, and a hand over his chest and i smile widely.

"Don't fuck with my family you piece of scum." I say before flying off.

No one fucks with my kid and gets away with it.

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