T.W- Blood, bullying

(Peter's P.O.V)

Sitting in Chem class I was barely paying attention, just waiting for the final bell to go so I can leave and go home.

Dad said I can go into the lab and we can work on the suits, then he said I can go see the interns and help them.

(Usually he doesn't let me because he doesn't like me being stolen. Stupid. I know.)

I'm snapped from my thoughts as I hear, "before you go class, I have an announcement."

This catches everyone's attention as they all look forward toward our teacher, Mr Sawyer.

"We are very privileged to be able to go here, you will need to grab a slip when you leave and hand it in tomorrow as we will be going on the trip this Friday," he explains, everyone is on the edge of their seat waiting for the news on where we are going.

"We are going to... Stark industries," Mr Sawyer exclaimed, excited tone evident in his voice.

Everyone is suddenly shouting, joy radiating from everyone, but me.

Flash turns to me with an evil smirk, as we make eye contact he lifts his hand and drags it ever so slowly across his neck, signalling 'the death of me.'

I sigh as Ned turns to me excited saying, "dude, I wish I could go," he pouts, I look in confusion at him not understanding why he can't go.

He seems to understand as he says, "I have a doctors appointment that day."

I frown and nod, "you can come over and we can go on our own tour, a better one," I say.

He seems to light up and nods quickly, I laugh at what he does.

The bell finally goes and I jump up, Ned beside me as I grab a slip and walk out of school.

Thankfully Flash didn't follow.

The problem is, if Ned isn't going on the trip I'm going to be on my own as MJ isn't in our class.

Saying goodbye to Ned I head over to Uncle Happy's car and hop into the back, not saying a word as I think of a way to get around this.

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"Pete I heard you have a trip. Here," my dad says as we are all sat around the table.

It was nice, you know, quite conversions around the table, until now.

Looking up slightly startled I start to shake my head as I look around and see everyone looking at me with a mischievous smile.

My dad makes a disapproving sound as he pulls out the slip and places it onto the table.

Sighing I lower my gaze as everyone around me starts shouting and laughing at 'my luck.'

I already know this is not going to go my way.

(TIME SKIP "Name me please :(") ------>

Today is the day.

The day my whole life will fall apart, right in front of my eyes.

I can already tell.

Flash can't seem to leave me alone as he constantly throws paper balls at my head and limited rude remarks (They are all the same).

I just ignore him and listen to music, looking out the window as I'm on the way back to the place I left just a couple hours ago.

My home.

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Pulling up the the tower gasps are echoed throughout the whole bus, well nearly the whole bus.

People push to get of the bus and be the first to step into the massive and expensive building.

I just slowly make my way out, as calm as a cucumber, unlike everyone else, even Mr Sawyer seems to be having trouble holding his excitement.

A tour guide by the name Austin meets us at reception, he is one of the interns I help and I also trained him.

"Good morning Midtown. Welcome to Stark industries," he says happily.

He looks over everyone until his eyes land on me, he seems to brush himself over trying to look more presentable and give a professional and respectful nod my way.

I nod back with an encouraging smile, almost saying 'I'm not here don't worry.'

Austin runs through all of the levels for the badges, -level 10 the highest, and level 1 the lowest-.

The class (But me obviously) are given level 1 passes and told to walk through the scanner.

I pull out my badge, from my bag 'Peter Stark, Level 10,' written on it in bold, spiderwebs over the corner.

No one really pays attention to mine all to caught up over their own badge.

Everyone walks through, the same monotone robotic voice of FRIDAY eching through the security area.

That is until it gets to me, suddenly FRIDAY's voice becomes human like as she says, 'welcome home Peter, it's a bit early isn't it, are you okay. I have also notified boss of your arrival.'

Everyone's head turns to me in shock as I look sheepishly around before replying with, "I'm okay FRI. It's just a field trip."

She seems to hum as she says, 'very well Peter. Have fun.'

I quickly walk away muttering a quick thank you. People stare as I make my way with the group. Flash glaring angrily my way, looking ready to pounce at any moment.

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Well the pounce has come. Minding my business I walk toward out of the bathroom, only to be dragged back in.

I know it is Flash straight away, from the way he roughly holds me by the neck, like he always does when he wants to hurt me.

He pull me into a janitors closet and slams me repeatedly against the wall.

The impact sends my head flying back and connecting painfully to the wall.

Pain sparks around the back of my head, only to move to the front as he punches me hard in the face.

I can feel a crack and blood drip down my face.

Dropping to the floor in pain he takes this as an opportunity to kick me harshly in the chest.

I feel and hear something crack when he stomps down on my chest and have to bite back a cry.

"This is what you get for always lying Penis," Flash growls out before bringing his foot down against my face.

Pain explodes around my face as darkness consumes my vision and wraps tightly around my every thought.

(Third Person P.O.V)

As the class filed into the room full of avengers, they didn't seem to notice to the absence of one of their students, along with another who had a bloody knuckle.

As the class sat down, you could see the Avengers scan the crowd, almost like they were looking for someone.

They all frowned and you could see Tony whisper something to seemingly no one, but his face contorted to create a face of anger and concern.

Everyone seemed to reflect his mood as they all wordlessly stood, anger seeping into their actions as they left everyone wondering what was happening.

Said pupil with the bloody knuckles looked around concerned.

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20 minutes pass and a security team walk in, anger also on their faces. As they scan the room their eyes land on the boy with bloody knuckles. Flash.

The head of security walks over to him and grabs him by the collar, yanking him to his feet and pulling him out of the room.

(Tony's P.O.V)

When the class enters and there is no sign of my son I start to worry.

Everyone else seems to see this and I whisper, "FRI, where is Peter?"

Within seconds she replies 'Peter seems to be unconscious in the janitors closet.'

My face drains of colour and anger and worry consumes my every thought as I jump from my seat and wordlessly leave the room wanting nothing more than to be with my son. Everyone follows wanting to see their nephew.

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Pushing open the door I see my son laying on the floor, blood dripping down his face and from his head.

I drop to my knees and tentatively pull him into my chest, "Peter. Bambi wake up," I croak out, worry and panic warping my words into a rushed out plead.

Rocking side to side I hold his head against my chest as I kiss his curls, praying for him to wake up.

Everyone is around us, looking down at Peter with a mix of fear and anger.

"Dad," I hear a little muffled whisper from my chest and I look down to see my baby's bambi eyes looking up to me.

"Peter, who did this?" I question quietly, not wanting to hurt his head.

"Don't hurt him," Peter whispers out, closing his eyes slightly.

I sigh knowing he won't tell me.

"FRIDAY," I say still holding Peter close.

'It was Eugene 'Flash' Thompson, boss,' she says.

I nod and look toward the others who get the message.

Holding my child close to me I lift him up, he lets out a whimper of pain.

"Sorry buddy, but we gotta get you some help," I say walking toward the medbay.

-

As Peter gets cleaned up, this Flash dude comes.

I pull him from the room not wanting him near my son.

"Don't ever. And I mean EVER touch my kid or anyone else's kid again. You could have killed him. You are so lucky my son is nice because I would have killed you within seconds. This doesn't get out to anyone. Understand," I say, camly, but the deadly calm.

He gets the message as he nods and quickly leaves before I regret it.

I walk back into Peter's room and see him lying there, just waking up.

"Hey bud," I say as I take his hand.

He smiles, a goofy smile and replies "Hey dad."

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