CHAPTER 1: Denial
Peter knew what he was feeling was unhealthy, but who could blame him?
He hated everything and everyone at the moment, and nobody had a solution for him. Not that he needs anyone to solve his problems but it would not hurt if the 15 year old did not have to do this specific thing alone.
Because everything here on out will be his decision alone. And Peter just knows he will make too many bad decisions; he is 15, and it may cost someone else's life. Although just that thought alone will cause him to freak out.
Which is all he has been doing lately. Freaking Out.
Aunt May is dead. All he had left is gone, just like that.
He was used.
And the worst part is they will not let him keep the house. The LAST memory he had of his little family.
And that is the reason he is sitting in the front of his home, looking at Happy's number and deciding if his issue is enough of an issue to be considered by Happy as important and worth his time.
Riiiing. Riiing. Peter will give it a shot.
"Peter? Why would you call? Whatever it is, make it quick. I have four other meetings today. I thought you were not playing hero anymore? Or did you change your mind? That would be inconvenient to everyone if you did. You did not, did you? Please Peter, you must be joking. Well, say something!" Anything Peter wanted to tell Happy died at his lips as the man rambled his speech at Peter.
"I…" Peter started, and for some reason his words caught in his throat and tears gathered in his eyes.
Life sucked majorly.
"What Peter? If you have nothing to say, hang up." Happy said angrily. Peter wondered why he was so edgy. Something Mr. Stark said, probably.
"Aunt May died." Peter said without processing what else he should say to accompany that statement.
Avoiding the bigger issue, if one could be bigger than death.
"What?" Happy said in disbelief. "Tony and I will get you, Where are you? Don't answer that, we will track you. Just hang tight." And with that Happy disconnected the call, probably to avoid any emotional commitment.
Aunt May is dead. Absolutely insane. No amount of science or hugs or tears will bring her back.
In 10 minutes Tony and Happy arrived.
"Kid…" Whatever Tony wanted to say was retracted by the man himself. It probably would have been a meaningless apology.
"I am sorry… I just, I did not know who else to call. You know? Since everyone in my family is gone and all. Aunt May was the last one, did you know that? She's what was the last of the Parker's, and me, I guess, but she deserves so much more of life than I do. Right? I know it though." Peter said empty comments to himself, not really directed at the men in front of him.
"They said that I needed to, uh… sign her death paper or something. And the house is not our anymore, so there goes that... I don't, I have no clue what burial coffin to get. Is there a certain one… That is a stupid question though, right? Well, they just told me over the phone." Once again Tony and Happy had no clue what to say to the distraught teen.
"We are going to take you to the Tower Peter. We will figure out all the funeral stuff, okay. You do not have to worry about that." Tony finally cleared his throat to say.
Peter looked up at him with such a despicable face that even Tony winced.
Tony took in the teen, wrapped in an ambulance blanket. He looked miserable to say the least.
"I cannot believe it. I cannot. She is not dead right? This is something S.H.I.E.L.D. devised right? Right Tony?" Peter desperately wanted this to be a joke.
A cruel, ugly, unjustified joke. But it was the truth.
"We will figure this out together Peter." Tony said lowly. This poor 15 year old child had no living relative left. It is just him. At least he was making his way through the first stage of grief.
Denial.
Stark Tower
Peter sat on the Avenger's couch. All the Avenger's sat around him not really knowing what to say at a time like this.
Steve decided to take the lead.
"What happened Peter. What happened to Aunt May?"
"She. I mean we, well I don't really know… It happened so fast and it was so loud. And she just, she is gone. Why does this world hate me Steve? Why! I was dumb to think I could protect anyone, not with this. She was right there and now she isn't." Peter made zero sense.
"Peter. Take a deep breath and tell us exactly what happened." Tony said, putting a hesitant hand on his back.
"There was this guy, suspicious looking, I am sure you know the type. He was… up to no good? And then we heard banging on the door, we locked it, so that was good right? And Aunt M-May, she said t-to, to, uhhh… hide? Yeah, to hide. And I went under the counter, She pushed me in there, I swear! I tried to help her. I opened the cabinet a bit and saw this, this man with a gun and he… he pointed it at Aunt May. Didn't even say anything. Then he pulled it, the, the trigger and she screamed. It was awful and so, so, so bloody. And I ran out and punched him in the face, we wrestled a bit or whatever and then I kicked him really hard in the chest... I knocked him out. Should I have done more? I do not know… I tried really hard, I promise. And then I just, held Aunt May's head in my lap, she wasn't… her chest it was, still. And he shot her on the left side of her chest so I knew, it did not look good. And her eyes were open, wide open but she couldn't see me, why couldn't she? Why… Why?" Peter spoke what happened very fast, everyone had to try and catch up to his tale, but the boy was so distraught he did not know how else to tell it, or to slow it down.
Peter's breathing got super harsh and his eyes bulged slightly.
"Peter? Look at me. I know this is hard, trust me I understand what you are going through. Just breath in deep and slow." Steve spoke calmly to the panicked boy who just recounted one of the worst experiences of his life.
Peter did all he could to calm his breathing and after 15 minutes he was pretty calm, still sitting on the couch but face buried in Steve's chest and shoulder, both holding on tight to a shared despair.
And now he felt real bad for the story he told.
"It will not be okay now, but in time, I promise, you will wake up and get through your day happily. Just give it time and let yourself smile when you are happy." Steve spoke gently.
Peter looked around and realized he was not alone. These Avengers might not be family, but they are pretty darn close.
He could trust them.
"Are we missing something Young Peter?" Thor asked smelling the discomfort and uneasiness Peter held. And he could smell blood and something unfamiliar to the interstellar man.
Peter did not want them to know more about the robbery but he felt that he had no choice.
He was in pain.
"The robber, he, uhh... He did things to me... That are not okay. We did not really wrestle, he pinned me down, and then he, you know, uhh... He, r-raped me. I told him no, I swear it. And when he, finished, I kicked him in the chest and he passed out. I got dressed before the police got there though." Peter was frantic as he said the last part.
Everyone took a breath.
"He did what?" Tony sighed out, eyes wide and unforgiving.
All Peter could think of, was how bad of an idea it was to tell them.
Was this okay? This is my first throw at a Fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed. Should this be continued or was it bad? I wrote it in about 10 minutes, so forgive that, and I have no beta... So Yeah.
