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

School Shooting

Harry abruptly turned away, his hand drifting to his bruised face. "None of your business." He snapped. Peter was taken aback.

"Was it. . ." Peter hesitated. "Was it your dad?"

Harry was silent for a moment. "It was an accident." He murmured. "It was- It was a stupid accident."

Peter stared at the shaking boy, his heart twinging. "The real reason. . .the real reason I look like crap is because I've been avoiding home."

Harry glanced back at him. "Yeah? How come?"

"Because of a stupid accident." Peter stared at the table for a moment, before meeting Harry's eyes. "I understand what you're going through."

They stared at each other for a moment, before Harry said, "Wait, by 'stupid accident' we both mean our dad and uncle are abusive jerks, right?"

Peter laughed a little. "Yeah, I thought that was obvious?"

"I'm just asking!" Harry defended himself, before turning his attention to his fingernails. "But he doesn't hurt me often. It's mainly just words."

"Abuse is still abuse, Harry. Just because it could be worse doesn't lessen what's been done." Peter sighed. "Anyways, I'm going back home tonight. . .wish me luck?"

". . .good luck. Text me if anything happens."

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Peter knew going back home was a bad idea, as the last time he went home late, he got into serious trouble - this time was even worse, as not only was he gone longer, but he also was in trouble with the school. However, not only has his suspension ended, Peter was also lacking supplies.

He entered through the front door, and while he wasn't trying to hide his presence, he wasn't exactly trying to make himself know either. He refilled his bag with food, and then moved on to his bedroom, grabbing more fresh clothes.

Peter cursed inwardly as he left his room, seeing Ben waiting in front of the door for him.

"Finally running away?" Ben sneered. Peter paled; he sounded sober. But why was he so mad if he's sober?

"I-I'm not running away. . ." Peter mumbled.

"Speak up, boy!" Ben barked, causing Peter to flinch. With a shaky breath, he tried again.

"I'm not running away. Not forever." The teenager stated. "I'm taking a break from here. I'll be back in a few weeks."

Peter tried to walk past his uncle, but he grabbed his arm, his nails digging into his skin. "Before you leave, let me give you a goodbye gift."

Peter didn't bother ducking the fist thrown at his face.

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Peter: . . .I'm sorry

Harry sighed. He should've known Peter wouldn't text him until after everything's been done.

Harry: it's ok. how are you?

Peter: sore, tbh

Peter: but I'll be ok, I heal fast

Harry stared at the screen, his fingers trembling a little.

Harry: need a place to sleep at for the night? My dad wouldn't mind, he loves you

Harry felt a dull but bitter jealousy well up in him, but he shoved it down. Peter needed him right now. Besides, who needs his dad's love? Certainly not him.