***Trigger Warning - Pedophilia & Assault, Depressing Thoughts***

Still Friday

Peter's POV

I was working on my chemistry homework with Dr. Banner when FRIDAY made an announcement.

"Boss, there's a man here for Peter. He claims to be his aunt's boyfriend." Mr Stark and I frowned in confusion. 

"Hey Kid, he knows that Happy usually brings you home, right?" he asked. I've told Mr Stark about Steven, so he knows that he's not a threat.

"Yeah, I told him that a while ago. That's really weird, but hey, now you guys can meet him!" Mr. Stark nodded at me.

"FRI, tell him to wait and we'll be right there."

"We're coming too. We wanna meet this guy," Miss Natasha butted in. She had Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Loki by her side. Mr. Stark shrugged and I grabbed my backpack. I'm not surprised that we all fit in the elevator; they are pretty big.

>_<

We reached the lobby and Steven was right there, sitting comfortably in a blue chair. We all got out of the elevator, and he was shocked to see me standing with a handful of the Avengers, plus an ex-villain. I bet I looked pretty cool.

"W-wow, you're the Avengers! What an honor it is to meet you all! I'm Steven," He greeted each one with a small handshake.

"We're well aware of who you are. Nice name, by the way." Mr. Rogers smiled. Steven chuckled at that little quip.

"Well, uh I guess we better be on our way then, huh?" Steven suggested. I nodded and made my way over to him, but Mr. Thor stopped me by putting a hand on my shoulder. Of course, I flinched, but I relaxed once I saw it was only him.

"Are you not aware of the fact that the ironically unhappy man usually transports the child home?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. Loki squinted his eyes, seemingly skeptical of Steven.

"Of course, I just thought I might save him the trouble and bring him home myself," he answered. However, no one seemed to be too convinced. I don't know what they're thinking, but I know for a fact that he's harmless. He's only ever been good to me.

Miss Natasha leaned in close from behind me and whispered in my ear, "Peter, I'm not sure I like this guy. Are you sure that he's trustworthy?" I nodded and assured her with a smile. She nodded back at me, and Thor removed his hand from my shoulder.

"Alright, time to go then, Peter," he stated and I waved goodbye to everyone.

>_<

***T/W***

We drove for an hour and a half. I don't know where we are. We're not even in the city anymore. I looked outside my window, and it looks like we're in the middle of nowhere. Steven hasn't said a word this entire time. I have this terrible feeling in my stomach now. 

All of a sudden, he stops the car. I stare at the backpack sitting in my lap. We sat in silence, like we have been the entire time. The silence only lasted for a few minutes until my spidey sense went off and all at once, he pulled my face towards him and kissed me. I gasped and jerked back from him, horrified. He stared at me for a few seconds until he spoke.

"You know, I thought that with your brains, you'd remember. We had something, didn't we?" I just sat there pressed against the door as close as I could get, hyperventilating.

"Who are you?" I breathed out, eyes still wide open. He smirked at me and sighed.

"Even with your level of intelligence, you were never too bright, huh, Einstein?" my breath hitched. "The name's Steven "Skip" Westcott."

"Why are y-you here? I-I thought you were arr-arrested," I stammered.

"We still have unfinished business," he whispered as he leaned in again.

POW!

I punched him as hard as I could without killing him, and he fell back, unconscious. I broke his car door open and found some rope in his trunk. I tied him up so he wouldn't be able to move, and put on my mask (I always have my web-shooters on). I didn't web him up because I didn't want him to figure out who I was.

I put him in the backseat and punched him again to make sure he would stay unconscious. Even though I don't have a permit, Karen helped me to get back to Queens without crashing. My mind stayed blank and my body stayed stiff as I held a tight grip on the wheel. I parked the car right outside the city and swung my way to the police station.

I dropped him off at the door, tied up with a sticky note on his forehead that read,

Name: Steven "Skip" Westcott

Class: Pedophile/Sexual Assaulter

and on the back, I added a little something out of spite.

Degenerate

 (n.) An immoral or corrupt person.

>_<

I took off my mask and walked into the building of my apartment. I knew May wouldn't be home yet, since she works late. I went straight to my room and set down my backpack.

I got out the box of sticky notes from under my bed and brought them with me to my closet. I sat down on the uncomfortable floor and went through the box. I stared at a few of them until I finally broke down. Emotion poured from my eyes in the form of tears.

I couldn't believe that it was all a lie. Why am I always being lied to? I really thought that I could trust him. Even after five years, he still haunts me.

Still ugly sobbing, I looked back down at the sticky notes in the box. My tears dropped, staining a bunch of them.

I feel so disgusted with myself.

***END T/W***

>_<

Saturday morning

I woke up with dried tears on my face. I expected Aunt May to be furious because I'm sure she got a call saying that her boyfriend was just arrested. I opened my bedroom door, but when I looked around, she wasn't there. I searched the entire apartment, but she was nowhere to be found. She never leaves without telling me.

Something's not right.

I tried calling the hospital that she works at to see if anything happened.

"Hello, this is Peter Parker, May Parker's nephew. Is she still working? She hasn't come home."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. May Parker hasn't shown up to work in over a month," the person on the other end replied.

"What?"

A/N ohohoho things are about to get real 👀

So sorry for the delay!!

Happy New Year btw!! GOOD RIDDANCE, 2020!

Have an awesome rest of the day/night! 💕💕