This started off as probably the angsty-est thing I have ever written (though it is probably not angsty at all because I'm bad at angst) then it turned into a mess of vine references. This is a request by @Drarry_x_Snarry who (I think) will be putting it in their book as well.

Warnings: Swearing

Trigger Warnings: self deprecation and depression

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Peter Stark-Strange had an interesting life to say the least.

Like a lot of the most interesting people in history, his blood relatives were all dead. His mother. His father. His Uncle. His Aunt. Everyone.

Back when Peter Parker was just Peter Parker, he, like most 14 year old children with no where else to go, was placed into the American foster care system after his Aunt died in a car crash. But, unlike all those children, he didn't stay very long.

Two weeks later her was informed that a newly married couple were adopting him. He was not provided any explanation about why, just being told to gather his stuff.

He freaked out, immediately worrying himself into an anxious frenzy of 'What if they're homophobic?' and 'What if they turn out to be serial killers?' He really wasn't sure which one was worse.

At this point he was already dating a boy named Wade Wilson, who was the adoptive son of Wolverine, but wasn't really open about his sexuality in fear of getting beaten up.

Another day went by and Peter stood outside a courthouse with his mouth hanging a gaped in shock. The place was swarming with paparazzi and news reporters, all wanting to catch the attention of the newest member of the Stark-Strange family.

Within the those couple of hours in the courthouse, Peter's new fathers, Tony and Stephen Stark-Strange, had given him their last name and adopted him. They finished the morning off by guiding him to their very expensive car and taking him to Wendy's.

The happy-go-lucky, bright eyed teen was immediately thrown into a world of superheroes and money, but he never lost his kindness and compassion. He could snapped his fingers and get anything he pleased, and yet he didn't.

That didn't change when he was given superpowers by a spider, either.

He saved countless people while maintaining a happy relationship with his boyfriend, friends, and family.

Then came the day he turned 16.

Thor and Loki were no longer staying at Stark Tower, instead in Asgard with their parents.

Bruce was MIA (though, he was probably somewhere in Australia being as antisocial as possible).

And the team was torn apart.

His father, Stephen, had taken a step back, moving into a his secret magic hideout place thingy. He still provided moral support for his husband and son but refused to fight.

Tony was an alcohol fuelled mess of depression and betrayal, but he tried to put a brave face on around his son.

His Uncle Steve was the main betrayer, causing the pedestal of marble Peter pictured him on, to crumble. Watching one of your personal heroes tear your life apart can really mess up a kid.

At first Peter shrugged it off, disappointed over the missed family dinners and movie nights that his family 'forgot' to attend. But he continued smiling.

One the outside, Peter didn't care when only his parents turned up for his schools performance of Hamilton the Musical (in which he played Angelica), but on the inside he did.

Just smiles and hiding away the pain. 

Then IT happened and he stopped smiling, and no I am not talking about some psychotic clown.

The look on Peter's face when the weight of the world finally came crashing down, was heart breaking.

Tears streamed out of his eyes as he, in the Spider-Man suit, watched in mortified horror as his family tore each other to shreds.

Black eyes.

Broken bones.

Bruises.

Even bite marks!

You name it, it happened.

Everyone, including himself, was injured and the rouges had gotten away. His family was scattered in the wind and there was nothing he could do about it.

Wade, aka Deadpool, was the first to notice when Peter stopped smiling, Ned and MJ being next.

They cornered him, begged him to tell him what was wrong, begged him to get help! But he didn't listen.

He grew into a depressed, self hating state, getting worse when the rouges, Thor, and Bruce came back and tried to play happy families.

Loki was still on Asgard, though, because he dyed Odin's beard red and had repeatedly asked if the curtains matched the drapes.

So there Peter was, back pushed against the bed frame with salty tears streaming down his face. "Why... why... why!"

The sound of uncomfortable laughter came from the room next door, where they were having family movie night. Without him.

Peter just couldn't bring himself to attend, mumbling about having homework when asked to join.

Nobody noticed his state, they were all trying too hard to pretend to be happy.

The villains noticed, though, and they were really rather worried. He had even been kidnapped by all of the people he had every fought against, all of which just wanted to know if he was okay.

He lied and they let him go, even though they knew he was lying, but it wasn't like they could just keep him forever.

...or could they?

Anyway, Peter sat on his floor arguing with himself internally.

Was his decision to stop faking the smiles selfish? Would it be best just to play happy families and cry at night?

As he was thinking to himself, his phone buzzed with a message, lighting up the dark room.

Peter ignored the message, throwing his phone across the room and walking towards his window. He stood there for twenty minutes, tears streaming down his face as he rested his forehead on the cold glass.

"Peter!" Wade shouted, slamming his bedroom door open with the Avengers all behind him. "This needs to stop! You need to stop!"

"What do you want me to do, Wade?" Peter spat, angry tears burning his eyes as he turned to face his boyfriend and family. "Tell you that I won't feel just as depressed and lonely tomorrow?"

Wade's face contorted with pain.

"Why are you even bothering when I'm just one big waste of space!" Peter shouted, finally pushing Wade over the edge.

Deadpool immediately grabbed one of the multiple guns in his jacket pocket, holding it to Peter's head. "Say that one more time and I will kill you myself!"

Peter stared at him stoically, emotions being shown only through his wide eyes glowing with sadness and self deprecation. "Do it."

Wade dropped the gun, falling to the floor with tears pouring onto the wooden floors.

Peter, a look of pain and sorrow flashing through his eyes, walked into his private bathroom and locked the door, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Once Wade had let out a series of heartbreaking wails, he calmed down and stumbled out into the hallway, the heroes following him quietly.

"What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" Stephen repeated, letting his usual bitch face slip into one of mortification.

"What we are going to do is snap the fuck out of the shit show and make Peter happy again!" Tony swore, his mouth filling with a bitter taste.

Steve, taking his horror out in a fit of anger, glared at Ironman. "And how exactly are we meant to do that, huh? By demanding that he see some tell his tale of woe to some bad psychologist?"

"Or we could just leave him be and see if he works it out on his is own?" Sam suggested, not used to dealing with teenagers.

"Bruce, you're the angsty one so why don't you tell us what to do?" Clint questioned, wiggling his pointer finger in Bruce's face.

"Our angstyness is different and you know it!" Bruce screeched, his skin turning a slightly green shade.

Wade looked around, tear filled eyes blazing in anger. These people were the ones that caused his baby boy to feel this way and they were going to fix it, whether they liked his methods or not.

"Move! NOW!" Wade shouted, guiding everybody down the hallway and into an empty conference room.

Deadpool slammed the door behind him and glared at the emotional heroes. "You will all do exactly as I say in order to help Peter. No ifs, buts, or coconuts about it!"

"Fine," Steve grunted out, "but how are we even supposed to know that your methods will work?"

Wade simply threw a chair at him before shouting. "What did I just say?!"

"Okay, okay! Jeez!" Captain America yelped, dodging the chair.

Not wanting to be struck be a piece of flying furniture, everybody quickly agreed and they all got to work.

An hour later a video was posted all over the internet by Deadpool's offical twitter and YouTube accounts.

Peter would have completely ignored the post if he didn't receive hundreds of notifications replaying to the video, within seconds.

Picking up his phone and clicking onto the link, a video of his family started to play.

"We are really, really sorry, Peter! We had no clue how much we were hurting you so please take this video as an apology." The video Tony exclaimed.

The screen turned black for a second or two before cutting to Thor and Bruce sitting in a hot tub.

A voice, Wade's voice, spoke loudly from behind the camera. "Two bros sitting in a hot tub! Five feet apart cause they're not gay!"

Peter's face lit up with a slight smile, his family and boyfriend quietly walking into the room as the screen cut again.

A screaming Bruce was tied to one of the 60m long fans in the Gymnasium while it spun.

"A potato flew around my room before you came." Tony sang, ignoring Bruce's cries for help.

A giggle escaped Spider-Man's mouth as the video, once again, changed.

Natasha, who was behind the camera this time, walked over to Steve, who was sitting on the couch. "Hey, I'm lesbian."

Steve looked up in confusion. "I thought you were American."

Peter covered his mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter.

"Somebody at our prom has been killed, please help!" Clint's voice cried from the background as the camera was pointed towards Bucky's face.

Bucky grinned toothily at the camera. "Calm down. We don't want a panic at the disco!"

Laughter filled Peter's room, warming the hearts of his family and boyfriend.

"So I'm sitting there," Tony said, turning to look at his husband Stephen, "barbecue sauce on my titties."

Stephen burst out laughing, falling to the floor and rolling across the ground.

Peter was shaking in amusement, never expecting to see his parents recreate one of his favourite vines.

"You guys say Colorado!" Natasha said, trying to take a video of Steve and Bruce.

Just then Wade ran past, screaming as loud as he could. "I'M A GIRAFFE!"

Peter, grinning like a madman, watched as the last vine re-enactment started playing.

Wade, who standing in front of the displeased looking Avengers with a large smirk on his face, gestured behind him. "Look at all those chickens!"

With that the video finished. Peter places his phone onto his bed before turning to look at his family.

"Feeling better now, kid?" Tony asked with his signature Tony Stark-Strange smirk.

Peter tackled them all into a hug with his surprisingly long arms. "Well I'm definitely feeling good enough to be apart of the chicken family again!"