i can't find who requested this originally but oh well

AU where Pete's a speedster. No civil war, no thanos

im making this up as i go yall, don't expect a whole lot. 

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While we all know and love the Peter Parker that has spider powers, this Peter Parker didn't. He was a speedster, instead. 

The way that he became a speedster doesn't particularly matter to this story, so you can imagine what you'd like. Struck by lightning? Sure. Genetic manipulation and discovery? I guess. Bitten by a radioactive roadrunner? ...

Whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

I'll cut to the chase, since my brain is spouting shakespearean lines and none of them particularly belong here.

Peter Parker, the resident New York speedster, was in trouble. 

Massive trouble, and it didn't look like he was getting out of it any time soon.

His limbs were tied together, which was really all that needed to be done to prevent escape, if you think about it. The restraints were heavy chains that clanked noisily every time Peter squirmed, apparently specifically designed to keep him down and out for the count. 

It had all started when Peter caught wind of a new villain, Vulture, who had been making and selling technology made out of alien substances with the help of his numerous followers. 

The teenage hero, with little to no thought about the value of his life, immediately began thinking of ways to figure out how to stop the new bad guy. 

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a few days earlier

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"Did you hear?" 

Peter turned to his left, where his best friend was sitting. "About the Vulture? Yeah."

Ned grinned. "So?"

"So what?"

"So, what are you going to do about it? Y'know, with being a zoomer and all."

Peter cracked a smile. "Don't you dare call me that. I am not calling myself a zoomer."

"Yeah, well, it's better than The Sporadic Speedster."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Anything is better than that, Ned, let's be real here. Who even came up with that name?"

They laughed a bit before the class started, but the idea had been planted in his head. He needed to come up with a plan.

That evening, and several others, on his nightly looks around New York, Peter came meetings between Vulture's employees and buyers. They were all super sketchy, and before long Peter had decided that he really needed to do something about it.

He had had a flawless plan, or so he had thought, but despite being able to find the warehouse where the operations were centered, he had been caught. It had all happened in a flash, he must've tripped over a trap or something, but before he knew it he had fallen and retrained.

So, now, he sat on the cold floor, very unhappy in his situation. 

No one had even turned up to greet him as their prisoner, which he thought was fairly rude, but then again, he could get kinda annoying.

Peter's mouth had been covered to avoid any screams for help that might've tried to alarm pedestrians on the street outside of the building, and by the time a few hours had gone by, he was losing hope.

He was tired after a full patrol and no food to keep his energy up, but he figured that it was probably in his best interest to try to stay awake.

Not to my surprise, nor should it be to yours, he failed at that. Peter always did have the odd habit of falling asleep in the oddest situations.

He didn't know how long he had drifted off for, but by the time had awoken nothing had changed. The windows were covered with thick curtains to keep sunlight out, so he had no idea what time of day it was. It had gotten a little colder than Peter would've liked, so he curled up in a small ball to conserve his body heat. 

The hours blurred together, filled with ant races and counting dust particles. 

Had they forgotten about him?

It seemed that way, because after what felt like a few more hours, he had gotten no visitors. Large movements weren't an option at this point, because Peter had a large minimum food intake, and had eaten a startling nothing within the past day. It was actually pretty ingenious of the villains, if you think about it, because rather than torture him or whatever, they just left him alone and did nothing, and soon he'd be putty in their hands.

He felt more like a slug than a human being, to be completely honest with you. He just lay on his side, exhausted. 

Had May noticed that he was missing by now? Probably. 

Peter was just about to close his eyes to attempt another nap when some large crashes and panicked voices scared him. An alarm started going off, making him wince. It was loud and screechy, which he didn't like at all.

After a few moments, the alarm stopped and the commotion from outside of the room Peter was in ceased. There were only a few people speaking, and they seemed to be pretty close to the door.

"Hello?" Peter asked, voice hoarse and scratchy. "Is anyone there?"

It was silent for a beat, before the voices conversed for a few seconds. 

Then, the door started to open. 

Peter's eyes widened as he saw who stood in the doorway.

"A kid? What are you doing here?" Tony Stark, Iron Man and currently, Peter's savior.

"He's clearly a prisoner, Tony." said... Captain America. "Cut those chains off of him."

By now, Peter's eyes had closed.

"Jesus Christ, why do they need such thick chains?" Stark asked. "Is he that much of a threat?"

"He's clearly the speedster that everyone's been yapping about, Stark." It was a feminine voice that spoke this time, "The one that's been missing for a few days. Those are probably to make sure he doesn't rnn of. We should bring him back for a look-over, to make sure he's alright."

"Wanda's not gonna like that, Romanoff."

"Yeah, well, she'd have run into him eventually. We can't just leave him here, Stark. He's a kid."

It must've been Rogers that spoke again, "Nat's right. We don't know what happened to him."

Peter felt himself getting picked up, but he didn't know by whom. He didn't really care, wither, since he couldn't have done anything about it. He slipped away into a dream, feeling safer than he had before.

The three Avengers, who had been expecting resistance from the Vulture and his crew but not a chained-up child, brought Peter back to the tower. With the assistance of some Stark Industries doctors, they brought him back up to health, and expected him to wake up pretty quickly.

Except, he didn't.

He didn't wake up when expected, and after another day had passed, they were getting concerned.

"They didn't even do much to him though, right? I mean, what could be wrong?" Steve had asked.

Natasha nodded, looking into the room where the boy was sleeping. "I think that's the issue. His metabolism must be as fast, if not faster than yours with how fast he runs, and what happens if you skip a meal?"

"I feel all sluggish and don't want to do anything." Steve answered.

"Exactly, and how many days was he left alone in that room?"

Rogers thought for a minute. "At least two, maybe more."

It was quiet then as they both pondered on what would happen to the child, before Steve spoke again.

"Should we get Wanda? I mean, to poke around his brain and see what's going on?"

The woman seemed reluctant. "If he doesn't wake up by dinner, we'll ask, but we can't mention his abilities. We'll have to lie."

Dinner had passed and still the boy slept, so after some convincing, Wanda was lead into the hospital-like room.

"Alright, Wanda, do your thing. Just make sure to stay with relevant information, we don't want to poke into his privacy." Natasha said, watching as the younger girl sat down next to Peter, whose mask was still on.

"Who's this? Some new resident hero or something?"

"Or something," Nat conceded.

Wanda looked at the boy, and reached a hand out  hesitantly before pulling away. "I don't even have to touch him. He's locked in a nightmare, I can literally see the fear rolling off of him."

"Can you wake him up? Help him through it?"

Wanda nodded and closed her eyes, moving her fingers to touch Peter's arm. Her face scrunched up for a few moments before Peter's eyes opened and he sat up quickly.

He looked around, anxious. "Where am I?"

Nat stepped forward. "Avengers Tower. We saved you while stopping the Vulture's operations. I know who you are already, so why don't we skip past introductions. What were you doing there?"

Peter gave a soft chuckle. "An interrogation is nice and all, but can I stretch my legs first?"

Eyes flicking between Wanda and Peter, Natasha eventually sighed. "Go ahead, but stay in the building."

So, Peter took off, running around in a blur of red and blue, the colors of his suit. He had a great time, stretching and exploring. 

After a few minutes, he returned to the room that he had come from, skidding to a stop. 

"Thanks a lot," He looked up and stopped speaking for a moment. "Is she okay?"

Wanda was looking at Peter, looking like she had just seen a ghost. And to her, she might as well have.

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can't decide if i should do a p2 or not