A/N: Hello everyone! This is my very first Marvel fan fiction and I'm very excited to share this idea with you! I had this idea while listening to a few songs and reading some sad Spiderman fan-fiction. This whole storyline will be base on songs. Each chapter will be inspired by songs that help me go through my depression throughout the years. This whole storyline is base on the song The High Road by Three Days Grace. Listen to the song if you would like to have an idea on what the story's lesson.

I have some couple of warnings: This story will be very dark and may cause some people to have triggering reactions, please do not read if you don't believe you could handle; any type of abuse, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and attempts and possible mentions of rape.

My reason for writing this story is to help people that is going through similar situations. I went through a-lot of the situations in this story and this will be on how I survive and began to heal from my past. This story means so much to me and I want to teach people on how to move on without having negative feelings. I am not saying that I'm completely heal, I don't think I will ever be, but I am saying that it's possible to be happy and kind when it doesn't seem that way. I hope you all enjoy this story.

This chapter is base on the song So Cold by Ben Cocks. I have a playlist link on my profile, so I highly recommend for you all to listen to the song/lyrics while reading this chapter.

I know this is a long A/N but bare with me. This is an AU, meaning that the characters will be OOC. I will try to make them in character but I won't promise. This story will be mostly in Peter's POV but I will have one or two chapters in Tony's POV.

Bold Italic are song lyrics.

AU: Peter Parker is the happy-goofy neighborhood, Spiderman. That doesn't mean he has a great life. He maybe a superhero, but he is still a human boy that is trying to survive the truth of his home and mind. Will the Avengers finally see the boy behind the mask? Or Will they be too late? A Story of Peter Parker on how he survives the abuse from his mother, the dark voices in his mind, and learn the important lessons on family, love, hope and forgiveness.

Chapter 1: So Cold

Even when your world stops, that doesn't mean that the rest of the world does, and that's a fact. Peter Parker was a special teenager. He was very special. He has amazing powers and pretty much a chill superhero. Peter has an amazing family, a mentor that treats him like he was his own, and friends that never left his side. You could say that he has a pretty amazing life. His parents hasn't found out that he is the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, but they were very supportive when Tony Stark has came into his home and offer the "Internship" at his company. It was a blessing.

All that changed.

Peter didn't understand how it happens or why it happens, but he knows that it shouldn't happen. His parents gave him so much love, well, he wasn't too sure about his father since he was hardly there. His mother though, gave him so much love and comfort, so it was unbelievable when he saw how much she changed.

"Richard, please… Please don't leave me! I could change. I need you! Please don't go." Mary Parker cried to her husband as she grabbed onto his arm while he was trying to walk out of their door in their small apartment. Richard looked at his wife with sad eyes and shakes his head. He roughly pull his arm way from her grasped and turn his back on her as he walks out without a word.

Mary fell onto the floor as she sobbed. That was how Peter found her when he came back from school. He dropped down to his knees and hold onto his mother as she sobs into Peter's chest.

Peter didn't say a word because he already knew what happen. His father left them. By the seems of it, it was official this time. He felt his heart ache for his parents and kept a strong face.

"It's okay, Mom. We don't need him. You got me." Peter whispers softly into her ear. That was when everything stop.

"Okay? Nothing will ever be okay, Peter! You ungrateful bastard. He left ME! The love of my LIFE LEFT ME BECAUSE OF YOU!" She screamed at him as she pushed him off of her. Peter saw the cold eyes of his mother and felt his spine frozen.

"Mom…"

"No, I am not your mother. You are not my son. You ruin everything!" She snapped and got close to his face while standing up. She glared at him while tears were falling down on her face. She turns her back on him, leaving him on the cold ground while going to the kitchen. He slowly stood up after the shock of his mother angry voice. He slowly followed her to only watch her drowning herself with a bottle of vodka. She glared at him and threw a glass at the wall right next to him, screaming at Peter to leave.

Peter was confused and shocked at his Mother's behavior. He obeyed her and quickly retreated to his room. As he closed the door, he felt his heart breaking once again when he heard his mother letting out a cry of agony.

He slid down with his back against the door and brought his knees close to his chest as he let a silent sob.

Oh, you can't hear me cry.

All the thoughts that were going through his mind weren't exactly thoughts that were new to him. He felt the words that his mother had screamed at him playing over and over again. His loving mother, the woman who protected him and gave him so much love, suddenly turned her back on him? He shook his head as he stares into his hands. The hands that haunt him and remind him of all the people he failed to save. He could have saved his Uncle Ben, but he was too afraid. He could have save so many people but he didn't. His father left them and his mother is blaming him. Was it his fault? His father didn't want kids but he stayed for his mother. Did he made his father leave? Is that why his mother was so upset with him?

She threw a glass at him! She was more than upset with him. He shut his hands tightly and buried his head between his knees. He continued to sob silently as he hears his mother's cries getting louder and louder. He felt the coldness and it was making it harder to breathe. He quickly stood up and pace around his room, trying to think of a way to make this all better. Peter didn't want to bother Tony Stark with his problems, neither with his friends. Maybe Aunt May? But technically, she isn't his aunt anymore since now his Uncle is gone. Gone because of him. He felt his chest hurting with that thought. Peter's head began to hurt and that made him lay down for a moment. He looked up at his ceiling and continued to listen to his mother cry. He felt so useless. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted into slumber.

The sound of the door banging was what woke him up from his nap. Peter looked at the time and groaned slightly. It was 8:17pm. He had only been sleeping for 4 hours and he was not in the mood to be bothered. The banging continued to get louder and that's when the door has been slammed open and the angry face of his mother appear. Peter quickly stood up and held his pillow tightly as he heard the cold voice going through his ears.

"Why the fuck did you lock your door?"

Peter's eyes widen at his mother's language. He'd never heard her cursed at him and that was shaking him quite enough. "Um.. I didn't, Mom. Are you okay? Are you drunk?"

"Am I okay? Of course I'm not okay, you damn boy! You did this to me! I'm so fucking tired of you." She snapped at him as she held the wine bottle that he'd never seen before in her pale hands. She marched into his room and grabbed him by his hair. Mary threw Peter to the ground and screamed at him once again.

"YOU FUCKING RUINED EVERYTHING. HE LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU. I SHOULD HAVE LISTEN TO HIM AND ABORT YOU WHEN I HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE."

She threw the bottle with all her force at his head, and this time, she didn't miss. Peter felt the pain going through his body, he didn't had the time to react to his senses since he was in a great amount of shock. He didn't want to fight his mother and hurt her. He felt the guilt and shame that he felt about himself for a while. Mary growled as she saw the tears of her son and began to kick him in the gut over and over and over again. She screamed at his cries, cursing at him to shut up as she continued to make him suffer.

Peter saw his mother's mouth moving but couldn't hear a sound. His vision became blurry with tears and he felt his warm blood running in streams down his face. He let out a small scream when Mary grabbed his bedroom lamp and begun to slam it into his side. The pain felt like it has been going on for hours but in reality, it was really just a few minutes. Mary took a deep breath and stopped her actions towards her son. She looked down at the whimpering boy and turned her back at him once again. Leaving him on the ground with all the pain of a broken soul. Closing the door on him to shut out all the cries that she was too tired to hear.

Oh, when you told me you'd leave, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

When Mary have left, Peter continued to whimper as he slowly crawled to the corner of his room. He went into fetal position and just cried. He felt so useless and never in his wild dreams, would he have he thought that his mother would beat him so badly. If he was a normal boy, he would be in a serious condition, but he wasn't normal. He was a superhero! He could have easily defended himself, but this was his mother. He couldn't hurt his mother. His mother wouldn't do this again, she loved him too much. This isn't a big deal.

"This isn't a big deal… This isn't a big deal… She won't do it again. She loves me. She loves me…" Peter whispered to himself, trying to convince himself. But that didn't stop him for being so afraid. All of his dreams were slowly dying and the silence was slowly killing him. He hated it when it got quiet. He hated having to be stuck with his own mind.

He looked at the side of his bed and see the empty bottle that his mother threw. He couldn't stop shaking. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and took a deep breathe before pressing a contact. He shouldn't be calling him, but he felt so alone and scared. He doesn't know what to do, other then to call the one adult that has been there for him. He might be busy, but Peter needed to tell someone before things would get any worst.

The ringing felt like it has gone for hours. Maybe he wouldn't answer? Maybe he's busy?

"Peter?"

"Ah- Mr. Stark!" Peter gasped slightly and began to feel warmness envelope his body.

"Hey, Kid. I can't really talk right now. Is everything okay?"

Then I called you at home, you said that you weren't alone.

Peter heard some people talking in the background and realized that Tony Stark was at a party. He felt the coldness coming back as he closed his eyes. "Y-Yeah. Everything is great! I'm just calling to let you know that I won't be able to come by tomorrow. My mom needs me to help around the house. Sorry for bothering you."

Tony knew that was a lie but he dismissed it. He shouldn't bother. "If you are sure. I got to go, let me know if anything happens."

"Will do." With that, Peter quickly hung up before Tony could say his goodbye. Coldness was all Peter felt. It hurt so much. Never had he felt this alone. He always had someone but tonight all that changed. He could always call Ned or MJ, but Peter didn't want to bother them.

He made his father leave and that's what caused his mother to hate him to the point where she can't stand him anymore. Everything was his fault, like it always had been. Peter didn't know what to do anymore. No matter how much he want to get warm, he knew that he didn't deserve it. He was the reason that his Uncle is dead and the reason why his family fell apart. He ruined his sweet mother and it is a matter of time that he would ruin everyone that he loves.

Peter stood up slowly from the corner and walked towards the mirror. The cut was already healing, meaning that it wasn't too deep. He knew that he will have bruises and a slight scar but, he is thanking God that it was Saturday. The bruises will be gone by the time he gets to school on Monday. Peter continued to stare at himself and saw a broken boy. His bloodshot eyes and dry blood was in plain sight and he couldn't stand to see the stranger in the mirror anymore. That's all he is now to himself. A broken stranger.

It's so quiet here, and I feel so cold, this house no longer feels like home.

He didn't feel safe in his home anymore. He felt so cold and empty in that apartment. This place no longer feels like home.