AU where CACW never happened, Aunt May died recently, and The Avengers adopted Peter. Groot and Peter are honorary cousins. a hint to the guest stars in this shot. Enjoy the Loooong story!

Peter groaned. It really wasn't his day. Or week. You know, he really wasn't having a fantastic month, either.

You see, it started a few weeks ago when Flash threatened him because Peter made him look like a fool. i.e. embarrassing Flash in front of his girlfriend. Peter didn't give it another thought, because Flash stuck to verbal insults. Usually.

The next day, and every day after that, Flash would catch Peter in the same alley every day to beat him up. Peter couldn't do anything about it, because if he used his powers or spidey sense, his secret would be discovered.

So Peter didn't.

At first, it was just a punch or two. Then he'd go home, make an excuse like he tripped or something ("How'd you trip again?" " Man, Mr. Stark, i'm sorry... I'm so clumsy.. Whoops!"), and he'd be fine.

However, after the first or second week, once Flash realized Peter wasn't really fazed, he upped it a notch.

Peter would be punched to the ground, kicked a few times to get a bloody nose, and then Flash left.

On those days, Peter waited for the bleeding to stop before going home.

He'd make a beeline for his bedroom, saying he had 'like a test or something' and really needed to concentrate.

Then it got worse, which led Peter to his current predicament.

Flash teased him.

Peter didn't care- he just wanted the pain to stop. His legs was bleeding after being ground into rough concrete repeatedly, his left wrist was at least sprained, his cheek had a large scrape on one side, and it really, really hurt.

"Hey wimp, learned your lesson yet?" Flash sneered at Peter.

Peter managed a small 'no' before Flash interrupted him.

" I don't think so!" He yelled, kicking Peter in the chest. spots danced in Peter's eyes and he gasped. The pain that had blossomed by his ribs nearly made him pass out.

Flash had nothing but rage in his eyes. He had no plans of stopping soon, either.

Another punch, another kick. Peter uttered a small quip, another kick to his chest.

'I hope those spots are having a nice ballet' Peter thought, as a whole herd of spots overpowered his eyes.

He nearly blacked out before he heard a shout. " What do you think you're doing?"

Flash turned, stammering slightly. "I- Wow- I-I'm sorry Mr... Mr. Captain America!"

None others than Steve Rogers, The Captain America, had come to Peter's rescue, and he wasn't all to impressed with Flash's sudden manners.

Peter couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Step away from the kid. You've obviously done enough to him." Steve said.

Flash scoffed. "What do you want with him? He's a wimp! I'm sure there's some big crime somewhere that needs to be stopped..." Trailing off, he kicked Peter again. A crack was definitely heard and Peter gasped in pain.

Rogers stared Flash down," I couldn't help but notice my son was, oh, an hour late getting home, and he doesn't have any friends except for one, who's grounded for the week."

"Go pick him up then, nothin's happening here, sir." Flash was oblivious of who Steve was talking about.

" I would, but it appears you've been beating him up. Now excuse me." In a softer voice, to Peter, he asked," You okay Pete?"

" 's okay." he slurred. Flash was gaping at the pair, then turned and ran down the alley.

"God, soldier, you've been hurt bad. We gotta get you home, and fast. Try to stay awake,bud, OK?"

Peter tried to nod, but couldn't help but close his eyes.

"PETER! Don't make me call Nat." Steve warned.

Peter's eyes flew open, suddenly alert and cautious. " No, 's f'n." He groaned. His breaths came out in short wheezes, and blood coated the ground.

Cap picked Peter up, wary of his injuries. Peter panted, not letting on how much it hurt.

Peter managed to stay awake. Before they entered the Tower, Rogers prepared Peter.

"We have guests, so be polite. No bleeding on them, got it?"

"Mm. g't it." Peter garbled.

They walked into the living room, and all eyes turned to the elevator. When everyone saw how badly Peter was hurt, they gasped.

He was a bloody mess, a trail of blood following Peter and Steve as they went to the Med Bay.

Everyone crowded around Peter, fawning over him. Bruce pushed through the crowd, for there was one.

Besides the usual residents of the Tower, Thor and Jane were visiting. Another group had come as well.

The Guardians of the Galaxy.

Bruce was listing off the extent of the injuries.

" Two broken ribs, one puncturing his lungs. Broken leg, sprained wrist, rough concrete had lacerated his legs and cheek, and a slight concussion."

All was silent before the Med Bay erupted with chatter.

"Who did this to him?" That was Stark and Drax. They both had murderous thoughts on their head.

"I'm sorry, what? Where does he live?" Nat and Gamora asked. (They had immediately bonded)

Clint and Star Lord ( They just needed to survive) added to the ladies' question,"Does he have a death wish?"

Peter cried as the noise overpowered him. It was just too much. Bruce ordered everyone to quiet down. It did, instantly.

"We have to patch him up, but there's only one way to sedate him. His metabolism burns right through the other ones I have. The only one that will work is made for Cap, but Peter's just a kid. I don't want to risk him if not necessary. " Banner said quietly.

Mantis stepped forward. "I may be of assistance." After given permission, she gently brushed his shoulder with her hand.

She was thrown back, as if by some magical force,and hit the wall, screaming in pain. Bruce looked up with wide eyes. "Okay, then. Sedative it is."

Peter laughed slightly after injected. "Rocket- what, what're you doin' on.. On Bucky's shoulder? Heh. heheh." (Honestly, Bucky didn't have a choice. Rocket just wanted his arm.)

Working hard, Bruce had done everything with Peter in about five hours- just as the sedative began to wear off.

Peter looked up groggily, being momentarily blinded. "Why does everything hurt?" He asked, instead looking to the side this time.

"Well, you got beat up. The others are telling the bully off, so they should be bringing his body back soon, but you, young man, will not move for the next week, at least, because you are hurt, to put it lightly." Bruce answered.

"They really care that much about me?" Peter smiled weakly.

Banner just looked at him. "Yes. Yes, they do. Nat and Gamora have a particular soft spot for you, I think."

The Gaurvengers didn't actually kill Flash- they just said that "He is our son/nephew. The people who look after the freaking galaxy, and The most powerful heroes on earth. He also has a sorcerer as an uncle. DO NOT MESS WITH HIM. Understood?"

flash was scared out of his wits. He didn't even breathe on Peter for the rest of the year. Mainly because of a restraining order, but whatever, right?

Ta Da! Wow! That was a long one. I have plans for the next story. The guest will be a certain mentioned uncle... it'll be really weird.. Or should I say... STRANGE? ;-)

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