A/N: Hope whoever requested it liked it. Didn't want to use Zack cause Shuri did kill him. Can't keep giving people chances if they don't deserve em.

Also TW for sucidie attempt

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People come and go in life. It’s expected, it’s designed this way. It just works this way. Anyone can be replaced. It’s what makes jobs so precious, so fragile. A child can be replaced, daughters and sons can be replaced easily, the care and love can be replaced as well. A worker loses his privileges once their boss yells at them to get out. Usually these things come out as harsh and abrash.

For the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no
Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close
And I can't say no, I can't say no
Careful

Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh)
Bury a friend, try to wake up (ah ahh)
Cannibal class, killing the son (ahh)
Bury a friend, I wanna end me

I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna end me
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

Peter watched in horror and sadness as Tony, his father wrapped his arm around some new kid, giving him an affectionate smile and a playful nudge. Peter looked down at his shuffled tears, doing his very best to hide the tears that were threatening to spill over. Mental sobs wracked his body but as his aunt told him before her passing-composure was everything. And it was how he had lived his life. But it wasn’t easy all the times.

Tony continued to show affection, dear affectionate, even the nicknaming that was usually reserved for him and him only. It’s not jealousy, but something that just didn’t settle right for him. It just rubbed him the wrong way. He ignored the pitiful looks from Stark Industries and from the Avengers as he dipped his chin low and walked away. He adjusted the straps of his backpack and just walked away despite the soft calling to his name. He ignored everything and everyone, focusing on just leaving that place. He always knew that one day he’d be replaced. But it’s a whole other type of hurt when you are being replaced by your father, your family. It fucking hurts.

Peter walked past his old apartment, seldom going there, but Tony had bought it so Peter could still have and settled inside. How much more until everyone else forgets him? All those names like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and all those names in the history books would go doan as some glorified person. But Peter Parker? The boy rejected, replaced  by his family.

He sighed as his body melted into the stale yet soft sofa. He remained there, not having the energy to get up. Everything looked different. But it was home. Just not his favorite one.

His phone rang. He threw his head to the side to see the caller ID. Wanda. He didn’t feel like talking to her right now. Last time he checked, none of the Avengers tried to stop Tony when he replaced his room, when he replaced his status, when he replaced him as an honorary Avenger. So why did it matter then? It sure as hell didn’t.

The longer he stayed there the more the numbness dissolved. Strong emotions overcame him. Anger, and sadness. Was he really that fucking pathetic? That he needed Tony fucking Stark to put him in his place. And the Avengers? They just stood there. They didn’t even try to stop him, or reason with him. Because they agreed with him.

So what was he now? Besides an orphan? No mom, no dad, no aunt, and now, no family. A loner. Pathetic. But that was what it came down to.

He hunched over and cried. He cried and cried until his cries turned into sobs. Only this time, there was no one to comfort him. No arms to wrap around his small form, no compassionate, confident voice to tell him everything was going to be okay when it wasn’t. No one, nothing. Just the cruel silence broken by sniffles and sobs.

At the Tower, Wanda, Natasha and the others could only look at the situation helplessly. Just what was Tony doing? Replacing Peter, their nephew. Their brother. Wanda felt herself grip Pietro’s hand as she watches her little brother’s face fall and the tears that were heavily close to breaking. She knew he wouldn’t cry here, but he wanted to. She was so in shock and disbelief that she could only weakly call out to Peter. She felt so bad for him. Not pity, pain. Her brother, who went out of his way to save anyone and anything, put himself so far below others, getting replaced. She’s been replaced before, so these feelings aren’t that new to her. She tried to call him but wasn’t surprised that he declined. He probably hates us for not doing anything. And he rightfully should. But, as a big sister and as a caring person, she was going to make things right. If the others didn’t want to, it would be on them. But she had to. She got Pietro, Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Bucky all on board with her plan. But where could he be? Then again, there was only one place where he could be. Aunt May’s apartment.

Peter continued to sob, cry, to the point where he felt that he was no longer worth it. I mean, Flash went out of his way to only bother him. May didn’t try hard enough to fight, she could have saved herself. He could have saved her. All those dreams, nightmares of his worst demons coming alive, were true then. All those thoughts of the Avengers dumping him, they all came true then. So then, what was he still doing here then?

A dark idea comes over him. If he has no use in being here, why not just not be here? Why not just get it all over with? Let it all go. Rid of suffering. He gets up and finds some rope. He hangs it up and over, standing on a chair to commit the scene that he wants.

Wanda and the others head over towards Peter’s old apartment. Something is wrong. But they don’t know what. When they get there, they force the door open. But there’s no sight of Peter. It’s a small apartment but there’s a few rooms. They see his bag so he has to be here. Wanda hears sobbing. Coming from the bathroom. She carefully opens the door, her Sokovian accent speaking out, “Peter?” Her words trail off into a horrified expression seeing himself hung. The others see and feel their heart break. Wanda wastes no time in loosening Peter and dropping the thankfully still alive boy to the floor. Peter refuses to meet any of their eyes, how could he? He’s ashamed. Pietro scoops his little brother in a big hug, whispering, “Oh Peter, we’re so sorry. We’re so sorry that we didn’t do anything. We were so in disbelief.” Peter nods, “It’s okay. But Tony, I thought, but he, he replaced me.” Pietro carries the broken boy to the sofa, softly running his hand on Peter’s shaking back.

Pietro gently moves Peter’s backpack so all the Avengers can sit around their nephew. Peter buries his head in Pietro’s shoulder, neither caring how tear-stained it is, mutters not loud but just enough for everyone to hear, “I’m sorry.” Natasha crouches at Peter’s side, softly tracing patterns on his knee, something she knows always calms him down. “Vse v poryadke, malen'kiy pauk. My poluchili tebya.” It's alright little spider. We got you. Steve sits on Pietro’s left, Wanda on his right, showing Peter their love, care, and affection. Steve, with a genuine voice of sorrow and guilt, “We’re so sorry Peter. We didn’t know about Tony. We should have done something. We didn’t know. But, no matter what happens, we are not going to forget you.” Clint adds, sitting on the floor with a very fatherly look, “Yeah, you’re our kid. We aren’t going to let anyone, or anything replace you. Alright?”