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Blood. It was something that filled his dreams and filled the waking world. Something that he listened to ran through people's veins as he walked through the streets of New York.
It was also the thing that covered his bleeding body in an alley in Queens. A man with a familiar logo stitched to his chest. The smell of trash suffocated Peter Parker as he ran. He sprinted up walls and dodged bullets. This was something meant for Spiderman to do, not Peter Parker. Not the kid with asthma who got straight As. Russian echoed off the brick walls.
Things almost seemed to be in favor of the boy. The moon was up with the occasional star allowing his enhanced vision to give him a route while the Hydra agents stumbled behind. He was also relatively close to where Deadpool lived. (Not that he saw that as lucky). The scarred man might see a kid in need of help and shoot down his attackers. That or Peter might get shot in the process, it's hard to tell with the mercenary.
Peter ran around another corner and scaled a building as fast as his breathless body would let him. His feet stumbled around, his body swaying as he hid behind a ventilation system. The boy silently fiddled with his web shooters, they had run out of webbing during a fight with some agents. The web slingers were always on him as they were able to look like bracelets.
Peter let his hand go slack as he listened. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, listening for a heat beat or a quick breath as the person grew tired. Once he heard the footsteps of the man's boots he focused on where the man was going, the footsteps echoed against the wet pavement from the previous day's rain. They ran past the building and didn't even notice the boy was tensed behind a ventilation unit.
The boy let out a loud breath before standing straight from his slightly crouched position.
It was the second weekend of January as Peter Parker walked into the compound. The place always seemed silent at the front entrance, but the boy could hear fits hitting punching bags and TVs playing movies at full volume. Sometimes the noise bothered Parker but at the same time, it felt like home. The pizza from the previous night that lay on the table was nowhere near as bad as the smell of cleaning chemicals and cigarette smoke from men in bulletproof vests. (Though he thinks Bucky might smoke).
James Barnes, also known as Bucky was always hidden in the room he was given after the events of the Civil War, as social media had dubbed it. Peter had thought about knocking on the man's door, but he knew that it wouldn't end well.
As far as Bucky knew, past him was dead. That's if he remembers the boy that he helped train. The man seemed to not remember much.
There was something the boy was planning this weekend. It would be the end of lab time and training with the Black Widow. It'd be the end of trying Aunt May's awful cooking.
The plan was simple, he had a protocol coded for Friday causing her not able to alert the others off when he leaves, he also has a simple note. A note with a clue to allow the to see into his past. This note was going to reveal so much about the random boy from Queens, things that they never knew. But now they would, and they would hate him.
But he had to leave he has to do this. He knows where the Hydra bases are. And now he has targets for revenge.
"Hey, Pete! I got an idea for your suit that I thought we could start working on," Mr.Stark said as soon as the door opened. That was another thing. The boy couldn't take his suit, (not that he needed it) so he had been working on a similarly designed suit but without any technology beyond his web shooters. A bag lay hidden under his bed in the compound filled with web formula and other necessities such as cash and food. Peter sat down at a chair across from the billionaire as he listened to Mr.Stark talk, the boy almost felt bad wasting his time when he was leaving the suit behind tonight.
Things nearly blew up and the two laughed as the sun traveled through the sky, he was going to miss these Saturdays in the lab. But even if he did stay Hydra knew he was operating in Queens, and there would be a time he couldn't escape. The moon was suddenly shining into the lab as Peter realized it was 11, normally he would continue to work but he couldn't, even if he wanted to.
"Mr.Stark, I think imma go lay down, I didn't get any sleep last night after parole." Peter chuckled, it sounded too genuine and he hated that. He hated that he had to lie to this man, that he was going to revert to his old ways. Ways that he never wanted to do.
"G'night kid." The man said before Peter walked to his room. After the death of his aunt, the avengers (probably against their better judgment) took Peter in, though he's only in the compound during weekends as it's a long drive to school, the rest of the time is spent in an apartment close to Stark tower (where one avenger is staying with him).
Why did he have to get himself attached, it was one of the first things he learned (granted knowing it didn't matter as he got the chair). But it was something he never had forgotten. And yet he got himself attached. It was hurting him to write each letter in his notebook.
dear Avengers,
I'm sorry. Those words can mean a lot yet so little. You all are amazing and cared for me in my time of need. You all were like a family to me which I'm thankful for. But there are things I must do, there is stuff you don't know about me. My past isn't all that you may have thought of it as, I lied about some stuff. There's more to my powers than just a spider bite. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't, I knew you would all have me if I told you the truth. And even though a letter I want to lie about it, I feel like the words die on my tongue, so I can't tell you. But I will give you a hint, one that should be easy to figure out from there. Again I just say I'm sorry but I must do this, this is something that I can't do. You are all so wonderful and caring people and it hurt to lie about this stuff. But I guess I must tell you the clue as I waited too long.
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I wish you the best, Peter Parker.