I am discontinuing this story and the others aswell. I will leave them up, and might update occasionally but please dont expect any updates.
If there is any updates they will come very slowly.
wrong number au
What happens when Peter texts a wrong nu...
I am sitting on the roof of my favorite tower. It is my favorite for many reasons. How high it is, I can see everything. It's high so I have a higher chance of dieing if I fall or slip or, other things.
I move to the very very edge and stand up. I close my eyes and put my hands up and out by my sides. I smile beneath the mask and accidentally lean forward.
Don't get me wrong I would love to, it's just. Right now I'm Spiderman not Peter. I am falling when I feel someone drag me back. Who is it this time? People already stopped me time and time again. Why keep trying?
I sigh and turn around, I sit in a crouch.
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(Like this just not underwater)
I open my eyes and what do I see? The avengers, 'YaY' like I love them but if they are here to see me they are trying to get my identity. I sigh again.
I keep staring at them, they aren't saying anything;
Spiderman (Peter): "Do you need something? Do you want to keep staring or something?"
Nat: "Why were you on the edge of the roof, were you going to jump"
Spiderman: 'Maybe, maybe not. It's not really as spiderman cause people depend on him. My civilian persona not so much, if I do die I hope they realize how much abuse and bullying and death can hurt a kid. Or an adult for that matter.'
Wanda (scarlet witch): "Who, who hurt you? Like not as Spiderman. Are you even an adult? Please tell me you're not getting abused"
The second scarlet Witch said that all eyes snapped to her then to me then back to her. Soon they steadied their gaze on me. I sit there thinking if what to say. I sigh for the millionth time and shrug;
Spiderman: Plenty of people hurt me, both as Spiderman and as a civilian. This is the most I'm going to tell you about my identity. I am not of legal drinking age so I'm younger than 21 older than 13. Also what if I am getting abused what can you do? They are my last living relative. I have shelter and clothes. I shouldn't complain"
I go of on my little rant. I gave them a few minutes to let the information sink in. Once I am sure they are good I go to swing back to the apartment. Someone puts their hand on my shoulder.
I stop and turn around. If they could see how bored I am with them. I sigh, AGAIN. I swear I've sighed already 3-4 or even to 8 times in just one meeting the avengers.
