The Protected Avenger

(I know, sucky title but the title doesn't matter. What does is the story. So, I'm new to the Marvel Universe, but I'm hooked now. My favorite hero is by far Dr. Strange or Thor (with Tony or Steve in a close second). Anyhow, my favorite thing to see/read is Peter being protected by the Avengers. It'll probably be a multiple part, so I hope you like it. In this, Peter is being raised by Tony and Dr. Strange. Tony is called Dad and Stephen is called Papa. Quite a few swear words as well as violence and such, so a bit mature)

I walked down the hall, hesitant to leave the building, knowing what would come to me when I did. There would be bullies (specifically Flash, Elijah and Connor) who would be lying in wait to beat me up. After they did, I had to hide bruises from Dad and Papa. Usually, I succeeded since I was often alone when I got home. Dad would be at Stark Towers or working on suits. Papa would be at the New York Sanctum, training or doing some sorcerer stuff. It wasn't a good idea to stall since my parents always knew where I was. Dad would send a text to ask if I had gotten home safely or to ask when I was coming home. Believe me, having Iron Man and Dr. Strange as your parents makes things complicated.

Better go and get it over with, Peter, my mind kept telling me and I knew that I could not run away from this, especially since they were stronger and faster. It was futile, so I would end up getting hurt pretty bad. So, I usually would try and defend myself, but normally, it was pointless.

Why would Flash, Elijah and Connor beat me up? That was a question that I didn't have an answer to, but I knew they hated my guts. It all started in kindergarten when we all started school in the same class. The teacher allowed us to play with each other inside, so I had gone over to play with them. I had always been more of an introverted boy, so I preferred playing by myself or with the Avengers. I was one of the brainier kids and was labeled a nerd. Anyhow, I asked to play with them or to be with their friend. Flash immediately said no and pushed me away, telling me that I was a freak. My powers had come in by then (at age three) but I wasn't allowed to use my powers at school just yet. They made fun of me for everything I did, said or even breathed. They would call me "Penis Stark" or "Puny Peter" or something worse. It got worse as we grew older. In junior high, they would come by every day and beat me up. So, life at school wasn't the greatest but I didn't dare tell my fathers or the other Avengers that I was getting beat up.

Having fathers who are Avengers makes life extremely complicated. One is a billionaire who is practically known worldwide, so we can never escape the press. The other is a former neurosurgeon who became a sorcerer. It's something that I don't try to explain when I don't have to. Having a god for an uncle, once that's the Hulk or even Captain America makes it harder. Sometimes, they'll pick me up and allow me to train with them. It has it's perks though. Usually, I'll get the first brand new everything with Dad being a billionaire genius.

Making myself brave it out, I headed out the school doors, after bidding Ned a quick goodbye since he had something to do. Often, Ned would come over after school and hang out as well. Dad and Papa rarely had a problem with it since they were just happy I had a friend. Anyhow, kids walked by me and my nerves were starting to shake some. Dad had anxiety at times, but he started taking some to help calm it down.

"Look who it is. It's Penis Peter," Flash quipped while Elijah and Connor smirked like idiots.

I said nothing, since nothing was coming to mind right now. That was a rarity since I was the son of probably the two most sarcastic people on Earth. If Dad or Papa were in this situation, they would know how to get themselves out. Me? I wasn't as charismatic if you want to call it that, as they were. I was just me.

"Does he miss his mommy and daddy? Where are they now? I can remember now. It's on the tip of my tongue. That's right. They died before you could walk or use a toilet, asshole." He pushed me.

Flash pushed me hard, moving towards a location that was secluded so that no one would discover us. If I were him, I would've chosen different spots. He wasn't quite as smart as he was athletic. Almost nobody told him, "Hey, Flash, you're a nerd!" That was usually reserved for me.

With my quick agility (hey, I never said I was a total wimp, I could be in track and field If I desired to), I was able to stand back on my feet. How do you think I won my fights as Spiderman?

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Flash? Oh, that's right, football is over. So you're no longer of use to anyone until next fall comes." I snapped back, knowing that Dad would've approved of that choice of words.

The already dark look on Flash's face darkened even more, causing him to look purple with anger, and I regretted my word choice immediately. I wanted to sprint away or find my fathers. Making Flash angry was something that was never advised, especially when you're already an enemy of his.

"You're gonna regret saying that, you son of a bitch." He pushed me hard enough to make me fall.

I fell on the ground, with my hands scraped from protecting my fall on the concrete and looking totally bloody. They were scratched up, but Papa was a former doctor so he could easily stitch them up or treat them if necessary. My jeans were so far protecting my knees, but they ached from suddenly losing my balance. This was a beating I had grown accustomed to.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" I asked weakly as he punched me in the face to knock me down and make my head collide with the concrete.

"No, this is much more fun," Elijah held my arms back, bending them far enough back where they hurt.

"We can't get enough of giving the little brat the treatment he deserves." Connor added, making me stand up to worsen the "punishment".

I instead chose not to say anything as they twisted my arm to a point where it was in agonizing pain. Tears were starting to fill in my eyes from the pain already, but I blinked them away, not wanting them to see me cry. A punch was sent to my face again and I staggered backwards, but Elijah held me up to continue the beating.

"Let's see if the ass can defend himself when we do this," Elijah bent my arm back some more and I heard a crunch. My arm was definitely broken.

There was terrible pain in my broken arm and I wanted to cry out in pain. Not to mention that my face was bruised and that my knees and legs were scraped up from kneeling on the concrete.

Was I really that bad of a person that they wanted to do all this to me? Seriously? I didn't think I was that terrible. Dad and Papa as well as the other Avengers seemed to rather enjoy me, but lots of kids thought I was weird. Ned knew different but the others didn't know my secret.

I felt a rib crack as I was punched in the stomach. I needed medical attention and it needed to be very soon.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice made me look up and made me jump out of my skin.

Steve had pulled up in his wickedly cool truck and was in his full Captain America suit, looking extremely tough. There were several heroes that you didn't want to be on their bad side. One of them was Steve aka Captain America. He was one of the toughest avengers, despite being fairly old. Anyways, he had his shield out in front of him and Elijah dropped me.

I heard a few of my ribs crack as I collided with the concrete, Tears were filling in my eyes from the pain and I was hardly able to move myself now. This wasn't something that I could hide anymore. Especially not with Steve knowing about it. He likely would tell Dad and Papa. Word would get around and they wouldn't let me leave until I tell them.

"Y-you're Captain America! You're awesome!" Flash grinned. "What do you want with a wimp like Pen—I mean Peter?"

Steve's grew angry and I knew that wasn't a good sign. "You might want to take that back. Now get out of here and leave Peter alone."

Surprisingly, Flash, Elijah and Connor obliged and sprinted away, leaving me with my cheek against the concrete in tears. Normally, I don't cry about most things. I'm tough, but this was the breaking point. They were actually enjoying getting to hurt me and it tore me apart.

"Peter, why didn't you fight back?" Steve asked as he hoisted me up, lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me as if it were nothing.

"I-I-I didn't w-want them to k-k-know that I was Spiderman," I answered as he set me gently in the back seat, letting me lie down in the back with a blanket.

He frowned and got in, shutting the door. "You defending yourself wouldn't have told them that you were Spiderman. Now, you need medical attention ASAP so I'm going to take you to your papa. And yes, I will be telling Tony about this. In fact, he'll be there when we get there. We were in the middle of an Avengers meeting when I came to pick you up."

I internally groaned but didn't dare say anything since I knew I would start crying if I did. Though I knew Steve wouldn't care if I cried (well he'd attempt to cheer me up), I still wanted him to see me as a man and not a boy. I hated seeming weak in front of the other Avengers.

Tears ran down my bruised face as I clutched onto the seat, trying to stay onto the seat but also as a soothing mechanism. Steve looked in the rearview mirror at me to check on me and his frown deepened in concern. I knew that he was only trying to look out for me and for that, I was thankful.

Ever since I could remember, Steve was right there by my side, rooting for me and making bad things go away when Dad and Papa were busy. I had grown quite close to him and he to me. My parents knew how close I was to him, so they gave me permission to go over to his house anytime.

"Hey, bud, you're going to be okay. I know you're in high school, but how about we go get some ice cream like we used to? We're right near the ice cream place. It'll get your mind off of this."

I started to sit up slowly, internally screaming from pain and nodded, climbing into the front seat despite being injured. Though Steve knew I shouldn't have, he didn't stop me from doing it. He simply smiled at me and pulled through the drive through, frowning when he saw my face.

"I used to get beat up as a young boy too. You don't need to feel ashamed."

"Am I really that bad of a person?" I asked as I started to eat my ice cream.

Steve shook his head. "Peter, you've got one of the kindest hearts out of all of the Avengers. You're a smart and funny boy. I feel lucky that you're my nephew."

I smiled slightly as Steve drove to the Avengers' house. This was not going to be good, I knew it.

"Will Dad and Papa be mad?" I asked, sounding like a tiny child again.

I often asked that after I had done something bad as a kid.

Steve shook his head. "No, at least, not at you. They'll be mad at those boys but they'll be concerned that they didn't see it earlier. You're at no fault, here, Peter. You won't get into any trouble."

He pulled into the parking lot of Stark Towers and helped me inside. I knew that I was going to be swarmed with hugs soon…