Peter Parker was known for many things. Intelligence, for one. Bravery, for another. However, he was not known to be bullied. Thus the Avengers come in.

Peter had lived with his Aunt May and went to the compound after school most days. The Avengers were his second family. That is, until she died unexpectedly from a heart attack. The Avengers were awfully protective, and that's why he never told them he was being bullied. Nat would personally kill Flash, and Peter didn't want that to happen.

Happy usually picked him up, but today Sam wanted to pick Peter up. He wasn't the most well known Avenger, but he thought Peter would appreciate the gesture.

Enough with the backstory. That is not what you're here for.

"Mr. Parker !"

Peter looked up. "X equals nine squared, or 81 if we want to simplify it."

The teacher nodded . "Flash, next one please."

Flash hesitated before answering. " T equals 67? "

The teacher, Mrs. Grant, shook her head. "No, that is incorrect. This is a review, Flash. If you need help, let me know. That's the third one you've gotten wrong today, and the tenth one this week. The correct answer is T equals 94."

The class snickered, and Peter snorted softly. Flash caught it, and glared at him. Leaning forward, he whispered, "You, Me. After school. Don't back out, wimp. If you do,well, worse for you. "

Peter sighed and glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes until his doom.

The bell rang, shrill and loud. Peter winced, his senses going wild. He trudged to his locker, said good-bye to Ned, and went to the door.

A hand on his shirt kept him from escaping.

"Don't think I forgot, weakling." Flash hissed, and dragged him to the bathroom.

Flash punched him in the gut, making him double over in pain.

A kick to the wrist that was left exposed gave off a sharp crack. Flash sneered at the tears leaking from Peter's eyes as Flash crushed his leg. Grabbing Peter's throat, He said, "Never embarrass me again, punching bag."

Peter gasped for air and Flash gave it to him once Peter's face turned red.

Flash laughed with glee and punched Peter again. Peter coughed hard, hacking mucus onto the floor. He pointedly ignored the traces of blood that went with it.

Flash continued, oblivious to what was happening outside.

Enter in Sam Wilson, the Falcon. Peter was like a brother to him. Sam glanced out the window again, noticing the front steps had nearly cleared, leaving a few stragglers.

The moment he left the car to find Peter, people left their cars and swarmed him. Desperately, he texted Peter.

Sam Wilson: Pete, where are you? Did you forget I'm picking you up?

Sam Wilson: Pete you better not be on Patrol.

Peter's phone dinged twice. Flash looked at it, before picking it up.

"Who is Sam Wilson? He can't be the Falcon, cause who would care about such a weak loser?" Flash typed something before going back to Peter.

Peter thought for a moment.Who would care about me? I'm only an orphan who bothers them nearly every day. They probably hate me.

SpideyBro: yeah I'm ok. Be out in a sec, talking to a teacher.

Satisfied, Sam smiled at the group around him and went to his car.

Back in the bathroom, Flash was kicking Peter after every sentence. He was oblivious to the cracks of bones and tears in the floor.

"Who are you? A loser! Worthless! A wimp! Weak! Dumb! an orphan!" Flash sneered at him before saying the final words. "You know why you're an orphan? Cause everyone was sick of you and would rather have died then be with you!" Flash threw Peter across the room, and he hit a stall door hard.

Peter was left gasping for air, sobbing uncontrollably while Flash left.

"He's right. No one likes me. They die because they hate me. "

Peter's fingers inched toward his phone, but he couldn't move enough to reach it. He gave up, slumping. He hoped Sam would come get him, but Sam thought he was okay.

Sam watched Flash exit the building. Peter still hadn't come out, so Sam texted him again.

Sam Wilson:.Dude seriously. U ok?

Sam Wilson: Pete answer me

Sam waited for an answer but none came. First a minute, then ten went by.

Sighing, he went to the school and roamed the halls. "Peter? Peter? Where are you?"

Peter heard Sam in the hallway, and he couldn't help but whimper. Sam caught it and went into the bathroom. He stopped abruptly when he saw Peter.

"Peter! How did this happen?"

Peter scoffed. " Don't even pretend you care. " he said bitterly.

Sam blinked at the harsh tone. "Peter, have you seen your contact name on my phone? You're like a brother to me."

Peter laughed weakly after coughing up more blood. " I'm only a nobody orphan. "

Sam's eyes softened. "Don't you think that. We all love you, Peter. Let's get you home. You're in rough shape. I will repeat: how did this happen? "

As he got Peter's stuff together Peter answered. "Flash. He's been bullying me. I swear this is the worst it's been. Do not tell anyone."

Sam picked Peter up and reluctantly agreed.

When they got to the compound Bruce patched Peter up. " No school tomorrow. You need to rest. How did this even happen? "

Peter considered lying, before telling the truth. Bruce sighed.

"Pete, don't let him get to your head. Okay?"

Peter smiled. " I won't. You guys are my family. That has to mean something! "

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