It's All Just Static In My Head {Peter Parker & Avengers Fic}

Peter sat on the edge of the curb, waiting for Dr. Connors when Avengers Tower's doors were thrown open, and Clint came running out.

"You're leaving? You're breaking up with us?!" Clint cried. Peter rolled his eyes.

"I am, and don't phrase it like that, it makes it sound weird." He looked straight ahead, refusing to look at Clint.

"Fine, fine. But kid, you can't let one argument drive you away from people, you can't just, give up so. . .so, so easily."

"I've seen this before, Clint." Peter swallowed, closing his eyes. "Everything is great and fine. Something bad happens, and everyone is a little sore and hurt. But it doesn't get better, and it doesn't heal. It starts off as just words: I wish I could do this, I want to do that. Then it becomes threats: I will do this, I will do that. And then, it happens."

" . . .Hell, kid."

Peter let out a little laugh, opening his eyes. Clint looked like he was nearly in tears, and Peter regretted laughing because of how sad and hurt he looked.

"Did I ever tell you, I ran away to join the circus?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You. In the circus?"

Clint grinned and nodded. "Yep! I was young, only ten, maybe eleven? They turned out to be an evil circus that stole from people, and I helped them."

"What?!" Peter's eyes widened. "Why?!"

"Because they were better than home."

Peter froze, then looked down. "Oh. . ."

"It's also why Bruce went to college. I mean, the man is so smart and loves science so much, he'd probably have gone to college anyways, but nothing motivated him more than getting away from his father." Clint sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is if there's something going on, please, say something. We understand."

Peter opened his mouth to say something, and hope bubbled up in Clint. But then, to his disappointment, Peter closed his mouth, and looked away.

"My ride is here." Clint slowly nodded, and stood up with the kid.

"Peter. Promise me you'll come back. At least to see me? Please?" Clint begged.

A sleek, black car with pitch black windows rolled up, the door opening. Clint frowned, seeing Dr. Connors sitting alone in the row, a black window dividing him from the driver. Peter took a step to get in, then paused for a moment.

"I promise, Clint. I'll come back, I promise." He said without looking back at him. He then got in the car.

Clint let out a half hearted wave, and trudged back inside, alone.

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"Peter. Or should I say, Spider-Man?" Dr. Connors said once they started driving, causing Peter to wince.

"Just Peter, is fine." He glanced out the window, watching as they left the Avengers.

"Yes, yes. About your superhero persona, would you mind proving it to me?" Dr. Connors sounded a lot colder than normal, and Peter didn't like the look in his eyes, but he shrugged it off as Connors' unique way of being excited.

"Sure, Dr. Connors. Um, may I borrow a pen?" Peter grabbed the pen from him, and allowed his sticky grip to hold the pen up with just his palm.

Connors gave him a small smile. "Thank you. That's all I need." He turned away from the boy, so Peter looked out the window again, only to frown.

They weren't going to Oscorp.

"Dr. Connors, something's wrong, we aren't going towards Oscorp-" He stopped as his spidey sense screamed at him, and he turned around, only for Dr. Connors to force a white cloth over his mouth and nose.

"Yes, well, I'm afraid we aren't going to Oscorp for this experiment, Spider-Man."

Peter tried his best to hold his breath for as long as possible, but failed as he gasped, trying to breathe in air only to get a giant whiff of a chemical that burned his nose and eyes.

He tried to do something, anything, only for his vision to grow dark, and he fell away into a deep, deep sleep.

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"Well, you screwed up." Pepper walked in, head tall, eyes firm.

Tony barely looked up from his project, and looked back down at the metal he was messing with. Normally, he'd have music blaring so loud he'd be deaf for the next hour, but it reminded him too much of Peter, which reminded him too much of-

Well. The fight.

"So you're just gonna ignore me?" Pepper asked, hand on her hip. Tony sighed.

"I didn't mean to get so angry. What I did, what I said- I wouldn't forgive me if I was Peter, hell, I can't even forgive myself!" Tony yelled, and then covered his face with his hands.

Pepper's eyes softened. "Peter will forgive you. Just call him, tell him you're sorry, and ask him to come back so you two can talk more."

". . .should I really do it so soon?"

"Tony, the sooner the better. It's already been two hours, go ahead and do it." Pepper put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Tony nodded.

He called Peter, and they both waited, holding their breaths, but it went to voicemail. Tony tried again, but the same thing happened. He put his phone down in defeat.

"Maybe he still needs time to heal before you guys talk." Pepper kissed his cheek. "He'll come around eventually."

Tony blankly nodded, and didn't move as Pepper left the lab.

"Yeah, he'll come around eventually." He told himself. "It's only been two hours. We'll probably be crying and hugging each other tomorrow. . .he'll come around."

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Natasha wiped the sweat off of her forehead, and launched herself at Bucky again, hitting harder and harder as she got lost in thought.

She kicked him down, and stood there, panting, as he laid on the floor, catching his breath.

"Ты в порядке?" Bucky asked her in Russian as he got up. She frowned.

"Конечно я." They got into fighting stances again, and started another sparring session.

"Кажется, у тебя много на уме" He ducked underneath her fist, and swung his leg out to sweep her feet, but she jumped over it.

"Я думаю. . .Я думаю, мне нужно поговорить с Дядя Ben." Nat said. Bucky's eyes darkened.

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Aaannnddd that concludes this book! Before I start talking, ~translation~!!

Again, I used Google Translate, so please, Russian speakers, correct me !

Ты в порядке? = Are you okay?

Конечно я. = Of course.

Кажется, у тебя много на уме. = You seem to have a lot on your mind.

Я думаю. . .Я думаю мне нужно поговорить с Дядя Ben. = I think. . .I think I need to have a chat with Uncle Ben.

There we go!! So, what'd y'all think? Are ya mad at me lol

I'm going to take a short break to plan the next book, but I think this next one will be a chapter or two shorter.

See you in the next one!!