Another chapter that came from Sam. Enjoy!
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Peter was starving, and not just in the normal always hungry growing teenaged superboy way, but absolutely famished. His stomach felt like his throat had been cut and Ned chewing his ear off was not helping.
"What the hell Peter? What's with the 'tude dude?"
Peter slammed a book into to his locker with such force the hall echoed.
"Food, Ned. Do you have any food?" Peter whined, he was desperate.
"What?" Ned was even more confused.
"I need to eat Ned.I need to eat now," Peter snapped grumpily.
"You already ate my lunch," Ned threw his arms up, who was this person who looked like his best friend but was most definitely not acting like him.
"Right... You're going to have to cover for me cause I need to go get some food, some real person food," Peter made a decision. He was going to have to leave school, the half stocked vending machine was not adequate and would absolutely not suffice. He needed real food and a lot of it.
Peter realised that this was because of his shoulder healing, he always needed to eat more when he was hurt but this was worse than normal. Lunch was over two hours away and there was no way he could wait until then.
Peter could feel rage building and he was barely controlling it- his body was literally screaming for sustenance and Peter could not focus on anything else.
"Peter. You can't. You can't skip, your dads will kill you, kill you stone dead, like really dead," Ned tried to be a good friend but Peter was past reason. He added softly, "Then kill me for letting you."
"Don't cover for me then. Whatever," Peter pushed Ned out of the way only to run into a grinning Flash and two of his cronies.
"What the fuck!" He growled and Flash's grin faltered, albeit briefly, this was not normal Peter Roger's behaviour.
"Perfect Rogers hunh? Perfect little Peter got in trouble" Flash teased with a smirk "What are your daddies going to say? Did they adopt you? Seems like a crock of shit, who would want a loser like you. Are you sure they didn't take you for a pity project, you are a complete nerd, now your sister...well she's something else. I could show her a good time."
Behind him Flash's friends snickered.
"Yeah, in your dreams," Ned spoke up and Flash narrowed his eyes at him.
"What did you say dork?" Flash reached a hand towards him and Peter shoved it away.
"Fuck off Flash, I haven't got time for your shit, you dick," Peter had stood up for himself and there was a moment of complete silence in shock.
It didn't last. Flash shoved Peter in the shoulder and white hot pain coursed through the boy, causing him to seered. And before Flash could speak, Peter grabbed him by the throat.
He picked him off his feet and slammed him against the lockers, dangling his longterm bully who was now gasping for air.
"What's that motherfucker? What's the matter Flash?" Peter smiled, shocking himself with his own behaviour.
"Peter! Peter Rogers! Peter Stark- Rogers! Let go of him, let go of him now!" Morris was yelling and running towards them but Peter ignored the principal and gave Flash a shake.
"Peter let him go dude, please let him go. You are going to really hurt him. Peter stop! You're hurting him!" Ned yelled, terrified, snapping Peter out of it. He looked at his friend and then dropped Flash. The boy fell to the floor gasping, his hand flew to his rapidly bruising neck.
"What the fuck was that Rogers!"
Peter looked around and was met by wide, shocked eyes. He sighed, he opened his mouth to speak but didn't know what to say,and dropped his head. Shit, he had really, really fucked up.
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"I need coffee, who needs coffee?" Tony got to his feet as everyone nodded.
Fury had left, after making it very clear that he expected them to carry out some pest control, he wanted Spiderman brought in within the week and the prospect didn't fill any of them with pleasure.
"He's obviously a kid, I am not hunting down a kid- besides he'snot hurting anyonehe's actually helping us out," Bucky was not happy and Nat nodded.
"I agree, I am not fighting a child," she was adamant. "Now training a child..."
"Do you think his parents know?" Steve asked and Tony cringed, no his parents did not know, well one of them didn't anyway.
"Maybe we can approach this a different way," Clint suggested.
"How so?"
"We could track him, work out who he is and handle it that way," Clint continued and there was a murmur of assent.
Tony started to feel cornered, he had no idea how to handle this. But, it was clearly rapidy approaching the time when he would have to.
Steve's phone rang, he saw the caller ID and groaned loudly.
"What now?" Tony turned around from the coffee machine, almost certainhe didn't wantto know.
"Steve Rogers," he snapped answering the call.
"Captain Rogers, this is Principal Morris.I need you and Mr Stark to come to the school at once. There has been an incident involving your son which we need to discuss immediately," the man spoke urgently with an icy tone.
"Is Peter okay?" Steve asked.
The whole room sat up with alert.
"Oh yes, Peter is fine, just fine, however he attacked another student and injured him, it was not as serious as it could have been but we are treating this with upmost seriousness. When will you be here?" Morris was curt.
"We will be right there," Steve hung up the phone and threw it on the table.
"What?" asked Tony apprehensively "Evie's at home, how much trouble can there possibly be?"
"Peter. He attacked another student apparently," replied Steve, disbelief in his voice.
Oh spiderling, what did you do? Tony thought.
"I don't believe it," Bucky murmured springing to Peter's defence.
"Peter is also a warrior, but he is what we call... a quiet storm and storms always land. His storm has landed, " Thor announced with a reasuring smile.
Tony couldn't help but silently agree, and this storm could cause an awful lot of damage if left untamed.
"Let's go," he shrugged on his jacket slamming the door behind him.
