Hey guys! Elle here, I've had this plot bunny in my head for a long time and I need to expel it! it was just suitable for the song that just came out by John Legend:) Hope you like it!
Peter loved his dads, they were there for him during everything, and that was nice. There's somethings you can't confide in your parents though, that you can't tell anyone. For PPeter it was the bullying. It was never too bad, normally just a few names, teased about his family and a few punches and kicks. Like he said, nothing too intense. At first he thought, maybe working out could help him, give him muscles to fight back. That idea shot quickly out of the window after the constant questions from his fathers'. He then tried becoming friends with Flash. If yyou can't beat them, then join them. That didn't work out great either.
Peter was running out of options, the bullying was slowly getting worse and hell, how his family, the superhereos looking out for things like this, didn't notice, he'd never know. Peter was sick of it. In the cafeteria at lunch was the worst it had ever been for Peter...
"No wwonder your real parents didn't want you, who'd want a freak like you?" Flash taunted him in the cafeteria. This was what he got for standing up for a younger kid. Damn it Peter, he thought to himself, you've gotta keep your mouth shut and head down. No, he couldn't stand there and watch like a normal teenager, hell, even the teachers watched! He was brought back to reality by the fist crushing his nose. Peter's hand shot out and punched Flash across the cheek. "Get the hell off me!" He shouted. Flash proceeded to throw him across the yard. Peter felt his head hit the ground with a resounding CRACK! His vision blurred and he could feel the blood drip from his nise onto his chin. He hated school.
So as Peter sat at the dinner table, the questions on why his nose was broke and why he had a concussion were inevitable. "Well, pops, dad, you see it all started when-" "Cut the crap Peter. Who did it?" His pops asked. Having grown up as a skinny boy constantly beat up down alley ways...Well let's just say he knew the signs. "Flash..." Peter muttered, before cursing under his breath, thinking of the beating Flash would give him now. "For how long?" Peter said something illegible under his breath. "Can you repeat that?" "Five months, two weeks and four days, but hey, who's counting? " He joked, feeling the traitorous tears run down his cheeks. "Hey hey," He felt his dad wrap him in his arms, the reassuring light coming from his chest that Peter learnt to grow up with. "We all love every part of you, okay? From top to bottom, side to side. All of your imperfections are perfect to us." Peter opened his eyes, to see his aunt and uncles watching him, before joining in the hug with his parents.
"Now where does this Flash kid live? I'm going to give him nightmares."
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