Broken

chapter eleven

When they entered the room, he spun around, anger appearing on his face. Before he could get a word in though, Bucky punched him straight in the jaw.

He stumbled back but managed to keep his footing. That was before Clint kicked him in the chest and he fell to the ground, though.

They tried to control themselves, but all ended up getting a few hard hits in before Skip fell unconscious. Loki got one more in after that for "good measure".

Clint did as he said and stopped them from killing him, even though he wanted to. After seeing everything, Bucky and Clint had an idea of what might've happened too. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together.

Once he passed out, Bucky, Loki, and Clint took him back to the car and threw him in the trunk. They hadn't really thought this far ahead, and no one wanted to sit next to him.

While they did that, Nat searched the rest of the apartment. All she found was an empty room with an attached closet, also empty, and a bathroom. Once she had confirmed there was nothing or no one else there, she joined everyone in the car.

When they got back to the tower, luckily no one was in the parking garage. They took Skip out of the trunk and brought him into their private elevator.

After dropping him off in one of the containment rooms, which they were now glad Tony built, even though before they were confused about why he had them, they went up to their floor.

Everyone looked at them with looks of either fear, curiosity, or surprise when the blood on all of their clothes was seen. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to spark questions, all of which they ignored until after they changed and got comfortable.

Once they sat down in the living room, they answered a few questions, mostly Bucky and Clint.

They were pretty vague as not to give anything away. Nat and Loki knew what had happened, and Bucky and Clint almost knew what it was. They now understood why Nat didn't want to tell anyone and they didn't either unless Peter said so.

After about half an hour, everyone was done asking questions. Nat and Bucky went down to the gym, Tony went to his lab, and everyone else stayed in either the living room or kitchen. After only a few minutes, Harley left too but went to Peter's room.

Peter heard him knock on the door and ask to come in, but he didn't reply. He couldn't rely on his voice not to break or be scratchy from crying. Even if he did reply, it would be a no anyway, so it would have the same effect.

Harley said he'd be waiting until Peter was ready to talk, but he had no idea how long it would be until then.

Most of the other Avengers came by too, hoping to talk or at least to check on him. He didn't respond to most of them, except one person.

Nat came by a few hours later. She was the only person who he couldn't avoid since she already knew what happened.

So rather than ignoring her like everyone else, he sat up a little, and murmured a small "come in".

The door creaked open and she gingerly stepped inside before closing the door. "Hey, маленький паук."

"Hey," he muttered.

She sat down on the bed next to him. "How're you doin'? Be honest." She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Bad."

Nat sighed. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I need to know how far it went." She took a deep breath. Even just this was hard for her, and she was supposed to be the emotionless, detached spy. She couldn't imagine how hard it was for Peter. "Did he rape you?"