Backstory: Peter is a Maximoff, (these are always fun to write, with a tad bit of angst and some fluff to make your heart melt. Also, I’m going to upload the cover of me singing *shrudder shrudder* next week cause I have to sing and I don’t want my parents to hear me cause…) and he gets a heavy panic attack and usually Wanda helps him out with this not Pietro, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.

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Peter writes the heading in his binder,  April 7th 2020 (boy be livin in da future) ignoring the paper thrown at his head which he presumes to be Flash. Not like it would be anyone else. Flash taunts, “Penis Parker!” Peter mentally groans, there’s a long list of comebacks he can make relating to Flash’s penis but he has to keep his head low and stay out of trouble. Because trouble has a knack for coming to the Maximoffs.

This time it’s a different voice. Peter looks up, and he almost faints. Liz Allen, THE Liz Allen, is talking to him! Never mind that, she’s sitting right next to him! What’s happening? Is he still Peter Parker/Maximoff? Liz asks sweetly, “Flash, could you please stop? I need to talk to Peter.” Then, the impossible happens. Flash gives Liz a knowing look and actually, shuts up. Peter just looks at Liz dazed. Liz asks sweetly, “Peter, I was thinking, you want to hang out? Like on a date? Meet me outside the bleachers straight after school?” Peter nods, grinning like a kid on his birthday. And he can’t help the grin that stays on his face. Funny thing is, for the remainder of the day, Flash leaves him alone. If only Ned and MJ were here to see this.

Soon enough it was the last bell and the kids were free to do as they please. Peter wasted no time in heading to the bleachers, only to his surprise, finding no one  there? He shrugged it off, searching for Liz. But then Liz came out. She looked at Peter as if he was an idiot. Liz began laughing, cruel, evil, laughter. “Peter, you actually thought that I wanted to hang out with you.” Peter dipped his head forward, cheeks becoming rosy with embarrassment. Soon someone points it out and the whole school is laughing at him. He’s a laughingstock, an idiot, a dummy.

He grabs his backpack and flees. He runs to the one place where he never felt more safe. Home. The Avengers Tower. He runs into the elevator, not bothering to greet FRIDAY, he’s too hurt, too upset to keep his composure. If he opens his mouth, he’s afraid of the sobs that’ll break out.

The elevators softly dings announcing that his lift is over. Peter sees Pietro on the sofa, watching TV. Pietro turns to see who has entered the tower, seeing Peter. He gets up, “Hey Peter.” Something’s wrong, he’s too quiet. Peter runs into Pietro, sobbing into his chest. The walls are broken and the water is crashing. Hard. Pietro cards his fingers through Peter’s hair, unsure of how to best handle the situation. He doesn’t know what happened. Pietro speaks softly, slurring his accent which makes his voice sound calming, “Peter, honey, what happened?” Through his sobs, he shows his brother his phone.

2:[email protected] DMed you: Haha penis! You totally fell for it! You actually thought that Liz would want to go out with you? You’re a loser! So much for boy genius, idiot!

2:[email protected] DMed you: You actually thought I would ask you out? WTF? You’re a freak. #loser.

2:[email protected] DMed you: Bro you thought that Liz liked ur skinny as lmao ee u suckkk

2:21 pm--35 DMs

Pietro angrily scrolled through the rest of the messages, gently shutting the phone off to pick up his crying brother. Pietro scooped the bawling boy to the couch, gently turning off the TV. Pietro spoke softly, “Peter, I’m so sorry. Really, what happened was so mean. It was horrible. But those a-holes are wrong. That Liz? She’s a bitch. (Her mum’s gayyy.) You deserve way better than her, if anything, the best out of the entire universe. Those punks are completely wrong alright? You’re not a freak, a loser, in fact, we’re adding those words to the swear jar list now.” Through Peter’s sobs, he lightly chuckles. Pietro smiles down at the aching boy, “Alright? You aren’t any of those awful things. In fact, I’m going to block them. You want to watch a movie? How about Dumb and Dumber yeah?” Peter nodded, doing his best to dry the tears that had streamed down his face. Pietro changed the channel, right before planting a kiss on Peter’s forehead. He still carried his brother to the fridge to get some ice cream and blankets and settled down, holding his little brother tight and close to his heart.