This chapter includes some mature topics so I would advise reading with caution.

Peter followed Skip out of the library without a care in the world, after all, Steve and Tony weren't expecting him back at the tower for another two hours - he had time to go and have fun with Skip. Sometimes Peter just needed to be twelve year old and this was one of those times. Skip turned around and grinned at Peter.

"My mom is out tonight, so I can show you my house." Skip said as he led Peter through numerous streets in New York, so many Peter couldn't keep track of where he was going. If Peter hadn't of been so naïve, he would've noticed that he had no idea where he was and it looked extremely dodgy. There were two men in leather jackets and tattoos standing and smoking as Peter and Skip walked past. Peter didn't take any notice of them.

Soon enough, Skip was ushering Peter through a door into a nice looking apartment, with a big open kitchen and living room. Peter noted that it smelt like lavender and something else he couldn't quite identify, the other thing was quite overpowering and Peter's eyes started to water a little. He rubbed them hastily.

"What do you think?" Skip asked, looking deep into Peter's eyes. He felt his stomach flutter at the sight of Skip's beautiful eyes.

"It's ... uh ... nice." Peter said awkwardly, he didn't really know what to say. Skip chuckled lightly.

"Well, we can go see my room, it's pretty neat." Skip said as he strolled through the little corridor that led to his room. Peter walked in and surveyed the room: it had a couple of movie posters plastered up on the wall, a little wooden dresser that was filled to the brim with clothes, a double bed in the corner with blue stripy sheets and a white door that presumably led to an en suite bathroom. It was nice enough. Peter walked looked at Skip who stared back at him.

"Here, Peter, let me show you something cool." Skip said, walking over to his dresser. He reached deep into the drawer, flexing off his big biceps, and pulled out a magazine. He handed it to Peter with a big grin. Peter gasped at what he was holding. Suddenly, he felt really uncomfortable and small in Skip's presence, he didn't seem sixteen anymore but much older, maybe even in his late twenties. He loomed over Peter creepily.

"Bet you've never seen pictures like that in a stuffy textbook." Skip said, lounging on his bed, watching Peter curiously.

"Uh ... no." Peter stuttered, not being able to breathe properly - he was scared and he suddenly felt like a little baby, he wanted Tony or Steve to swoop in and rescue him from this foolhardy mess he had gotten himself into.

Skip frowned at Peter. "Come sit with me Peter." He said, he didn't seem nice anymore, he wasn't asking, he was telling. Peter shuffled his feet and say awkwardly down next to Skip. His heart was pounding.

"You like science right Pete, conducting experiments and stuff like that." Skip said, placing his cold hand on Peter's. Peter shuddered.

"Yeah, I guess." Peter mumbled, moving his hand away. Skip noticed this and frowned.

"Come on Einstein, let's conduct a little experiment of our own! Let's see if we can touch each other like the people in the magazine." Skip said, shuffling creepily closer to Peter.

"Uh ... I have to ... um ... go." Peter said, standing up and heading for the door. Skip leaped up and grabbed his hand with an unbreakable grip. Peter pulled and it did nothing.

Skip put his face inches away from Peter's. "I wasn't asking." He growled under his breath. Peter was frozen to the spot. Skip dragged him over to the bed and threw him onto it stomach down. Peter closed his eyes.

Come on Pete, you're Spiderman.

His brain screamed at him to push Skip off but he lay there with his eyes closed. He just wanted it to be over. He felt Skip's hands on his waist and his breath hitched, why was this happening to him, why him again? Peter felt the elastic of his jeans fall down and he knew he was naked, there was nothing stopping Skip from snatching his innocence away. Peter felt like screaming as Skip's hand made it way further and further up Peter's body.

"Come on Spiderman! Push him off!" His brain screamed at him but his body refused to comply. He closed his eyes and forced himself to think of something else. Anything else. Just not what was happening to him at this moment in time. Tears slipped out of his eyes as he felt Skip take his innocence away from him. It hurt, it hurt so badly and there was nothing he could do about it, for once, Peter had no control. He screamed as the pain got unbearable and Skip quickly clapped his hand over Peter's mouth.

"Not a word, Peter, silence." He growled into Peter's ear as he worked harder. Peter was sobbing but nobody could hear him. He was in Skip's lair.

"I think you've figured out I'm not a kid now Peter. How does it feel?" He teased, making Peter sob even more, if possible. Skip finished his inhumanly act and stood by the door as he gathered himself. Peter lay there, paralysed.

"Oh, do you want more?" Skip shouted, making Peter jump. He scrambled up and got into a decent state - minus his red puffy eyes and snotty nose. Skip grabbed his face and pulled him out of the room and to the front door.

"Baby little Peter. Oh boo hoo." He teased as he pushed Peter out of the apartment door.

"You will never tell anyone about this Petey else I will come and I'll cut you up into several tiny little pieces. Get the fuck out of my apartment." He shouted, shoving Peter backwards. He got up off the floor and refused to think about what had just happened, he was no longer an innocent person, that privilege had been cruelly snatched away from him. Clearly. It was at this moment that Peter had no idea where he was, he felt like curling up into a tiny little ball and crying, crying for Steve, crying for Tony and crying for Bucky. Then he felt anger, they were so protective about all of the stupid things but where were they just? Where were they when Skip had just fucked him off to his apartment? They weren't there for him!

Peter wandered aimlessly through the streets, hoping for a tiny ounce of hope that he knew where he was. HIs phone was at home and he knew he only had 20 minutes to get to the tower because he had glanced at a clock in a random apartment he had passed. Peter felt relief when he saw an old lady passing, walking her dog. He ran up to her.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you tell me how to get to the big Avengers Tower from here?" he asked.

"Well, it's only around that corner. It will take you five minutes tops." She explained, as her dog barked at a cat that was prowling down an alleyway. Peter nodded and hastily thanked the lady. He ran around the corner and almost cried out in relief when the big tower loomed up above him. He ran inside and showed the receptionist his ID.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes as the elevator sped up to his floor. He rubbed his eyes.

"Maybe it was just a dream." he said to himself as the doors opened, revealing Tony standing there in a Black Sabbath T-shirt.

"Boo!" he shouted, causing Peter to fall over and whack his head off the floor. Tony laughed and pulled him to his feet. Peter finally felt safe.

"Tony, you're going to kill him." Steve said, as he munched on a pop tart.

"Well Peter, bad news, you've got your spider ling tests due, so we gotta go and do them. What is it you call yourself, the spider or spider-boy." Tony asked, pulling Peter along to his lab.

"It's Spider-Man." Peter muttered.

Tony snorted. "Barely." A tear slipped out of Peter's eye but he wiped it away before Tony could see. Peter sat down on Tony's workbench and sighed. Today was the shittiest day in the history of shitty days. All he could think about was Skip's face looming above him, touching him and it scared him half to death and he couldn't get it to go away. He was trapped in his own mind. A slave to his thoughts...