Chapter Four

Peter tried very hard not to panic, but in Peter's defense he was a very panicky person and not a very good liar. Besides what was a good excuse for a teenager to be out at 1 in the morning. He suddenly wished that he had answered May's frantic phone calls, but he didn't think that was a good idea while he was stopping a would be murderer. Now he was seriously regretting it.

What was Scott doing here anyway? He knew that him and May had gotten closer, but sometimes if felt like Scott generally disliked Peter and chose to spend time with May in his own apartment. Why did he have to be here today of all days he was bloody and looked like a teenage rebel?

"Uh, Scott hi," Peter tried to sound calm even though his ribs were really hurting and he could feel his foot swelling in his sneakers. "How are you? Long time no see man."

Scott didn't answer at first as he stepped into Peter's room. Peter managed to throw his backpack that held his clothes and a bunch of bloody tissues on the bed as casually as possible. Peter's palms were sweating, he couldn't remember the last time that he had felt this nervous. Maybe when Thanos was around.

Peter didn't know why he was so nervous. Scott was human and Peter was well, Spiderman. If he needed to he could defend himself. Hell, he could break Scott's neck if he wanted to. Scott was standing so close to Peter that Peter could feel the hotness of his breath. "Where the hell were you, Peter?"

Peter gulped. It was too late to say that he was at Ned's and he didn't want to get Ned into trouble. "Your aunt and I have been looking for you everywhere. She's nearly hysterical. She's running wild in Queens." Peter felt his heart drop slightly. "Where the hell were you, Peter?" he asked again.

"I was outside. I lost track of time. I'm so-"

The slap came so fast that Peter even with his spidey sense didn't see it comping. The slap was hard and it stung against Peter's cheek. Scott's slap caused his head to move slightly. He felt his eyes watering for a few moments. He had never been hit before. May or Ben have never even spanked him before.

Scott gripped him by the neck as he pressed him against the wall. "Don't let it happen again, Pete." His fingers dug against his neck until the pale skin turned pink. For a moment Peter froze and he couldn't think. He felt as if his brain cells were screaming and yet his body was frozen with no movement.

Peter heard the door of the apartment open and Scott removed his hand from Peter's throat and May came running in. Her pretty face was flushed and she caressed Peter's face. "Peter, are you ok? Are you hurt? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"I-I-" he trailed off. "I lost track of time and my phone died. I'm sorry, May."

May relaxed a little and she hugged him even tighter. "It's ok, Pete just don't scare me like that again, baby."


Peter woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. He sat up silently, he heard May and Scott whisper so quietly that Peter could barely hear them and frankly Peter didn't care. There was one bright spot in his day. He was working with Mr. Stark today after weeks of not being able to.

He heard Scott say goodbye to May and he cringed at the sound of Scott's kiss. He rubbed his throat, strangely it still felt sore as if Scott had grabbed him by the throat seconds ago. Maybe he was just imagining things.

He didn't tell May yesterday what happened with Scott and he couldn't find the words to tell her right now after Scott had left. Maybe Scott hadn't mean it, maybe he was feeling overprotective like Mr. Stark, maybe it was just a fluke and Peter needed to stop being such a big baby about it.

He got dressed in a pair of jeans and T shirt. Happy was going to pick him up in 30 minutes and he didn't like to be kept waiting. Peter inspected his neck, it was still a little pink, but no bruising.

Peter briefly glanced at the photo of his parents. May had found it in one of her old boxes and thought Peter would like to have it. To him it felt like looking at strangers because Peter hardly remember them. His mother was skinny like Peter with short black hair and blue eyes. He was the spitting image of his father, Richard though from the dark hair to the brown eyes. May had briefly said they were CIA agents, but nothing else and Peter didn't care enough to ask more.

He went outside and saw May staring at her cup of coffee. She didn't look angry so that was a plus. "Hey Sunshine."

"Hi," Peter said as he looked around. "Where's Scott?"

"He went to work." May had told Peter that Scott worked for a moving company. "Come sit down and have some breakfast. Scott made some eggs and bacon."

"I'm not hungry." Peter said as he sat down. "I'm really sorry about yesterday, May I didn't mean to worry you."

"I assume it was superhero stuff?" Peter nodded. "I figured. Next time, Peter just text me or something so I'm not convinced that you are lying in a ditch somewhere. Scott and I were worried."

Peter nodded as May kissed his forehead. "I'm going with Mr. Stark today. Happy is going to pick me up."

"Good, you earned a break. Scott has to work late today, how about wings for dinner? You're looking a little pale."

"Wings sound great, May. I will see you at six." He grabbed his backpack and his suit. Happy was already outside munching on a harsh brown. "Hey, Happy."

"Hi." Happy said as he started the engine. "You're late."

"Sorry, I was talking to my aunt."

He perked up and the annoyance left his voice. "How is May?" Peter and Happy chatted about May (which Happy seemed weirdly interested about) for the majority of the 30 minute journey.

"So what's on the agenda today?" Peter felt himself getting excited. "Weapons training with Miss Romanoff? Sparring with Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes?"

Happy snorted. "Nothing that exciting, you're getting a physical with Dr. Banner."

"A what?"

"A physical." Happy looked at Peter's disappointed face in the review mirror. "Now don't pout. I'm sure Tony has some other things planned, but that is the main event. They want to see how your amazing spider body works."

Peter leaned back against his seat. This was not how he imagined his day was going to be like.

-End of Chapter Four-

I am so sorry that it has been so long my babies, I picked up a bit of a writer's block for this story, but I will try my very best to update frequently.