CHAPTER 10

so, obviously, I had to change the rating on this fic to mature, because i'm handling the topic of child abuse. If you need help defining what it is, feel free to ask. But if you think you have a friend or family member please call the Health and Human Services for your state. I would put the phone number, but I only know the one for Texas. Just wanted to tell y'all this, and now back to the story. :)

Emmy starred at Peter, the doors opened and people swerved around the young girl. She looked down and turned from Peter, entering the subway car. She stood, looking down at her shoes until she was sure. Pulling out her phone she held it out, even though there was no signal. She could have gotten the bruise from the library. The man holding her could've easily elbowed her in the face.

She typed in a quick message to Peter, smiling slightly at his determination.

Closing the door, Emmy headed straight to the kitchen, she pulled out the pitcher of iced tea and chugged a glass.

A loud bang came from the window and Emmy jumped, she told herself it was a bird and placed the pitcher back in the fridge.

Emmy closed the door slowly, the feeling that she was being watched filled her stomach.

"'ello, pink poppy." The sound of a handgun cocking echoed throughout the kitchen. "Let's go, come on."

Peter scuffed his feet on the asphalt outside his apartment. He stopped when he saw the shiny, clean, car parked illegally. He jogged up the stairs not trying to over analyze the situation. All he did was ask a question…and she knows they're friends. Peter rubbed the back of his neck, why hadn't he waited to talk to her when they were alone? Why couldn't he have told her how he feels instead? How was confessing his feelings harder than confronting her about her injuries?

"Hey, May, there's this fancy car parked out front-" Peter had to stop his sentence because on his couch, in his apartment, sitting next to his aunt, was none of than the Avenger, Tony Stark.

Peter walked out of his room with Stark five minutes later with a backpack and a strange look on his face.

"I'm going to take Peter here on the Stark Industries retreat, prepare him for the internship."

"Alright," May says, a hand to her chin, "I'll call his school."

"Already done," Stark smiled and opened the door, but stopped Peter from walking out with his free arm. "Say goodbye to Aunt May," Stark reminded.

"Bye, Aunt May."

Peter stayed behind Tony as they walked down the stairs.

"Uh, Mr. Stark, are we going to Germany right now?"

"Yeah, why? You got somewhere else to go?"

Peter looked at his text from Emmy-

You don't have to worry about me

"No, I'm good. Let's go," Peter slid into the fancy car, turning off his phone.