This is dedicated to blackbunny_321 a continuation of an earlier one shot in this book! Evil Peter!!!

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Innocence is no more than a distant memory shrouded in thick fog. I have done terrible things this past year, made a new name for myself that I hate more than my false accusations.

Pestilence.

My enemies gave me this name as none who faced me lived to tell the tale. I have become so indifferent to the suffering I inflict I barely notice it any more. The chase is no longer thrilling, but long and drawn out.

It's the torture I love.

Seeing the people who doubt me, question my abilities slowly succumb to a fate worse than death. A fate I had endured for so long.

Now it's the rest of the world's turn.

They will see how it feels like to be hunted.

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Third person POV:

December 24th: Avengers Tower

Creaking of floorboards above their heads sets the heroes on edge.

One two three.

Everyone is accounted for.

Four five six

"There's noone else coming tonight, is there Tony?"

Seven eight - thud.

"Wait where is Tony?"

"He was right here a moment ago." The room bursts into action, grabbing weapons from who knows we're and heading up to the higher floor. Tony's lab.

A room you cannot enter without a pass code or Friday's permission. Only one person has successfully achieved this before. A person they hoped never to see again.

"It's him Steve. He is back." Natasha hissed, knuckled white around her baton crackling with electricity. Steve nodded gravely, scanning the first of three labs on the floor

No Tony.

The team made their way to the second lab, keeping in a tight formation so they could watch each other's six.

Still no Tony.

Steve indicated to the larger third lab. It had multiple entrances, so to be sure the intruder doesn't escape they would have to split up.

Risky.

Don't do it.

"Split up, cover all exits. Do not let him leave the room." Steve whispered, grabbing Natasha and Bucky and heading to the nearest door.

Once everyone was in position they burst into the room and quickly locked the doors behind them. To say they were shocked was an understatement.

Tony was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. All the desks had been pushed back against the walls. The billionaire was sporting several injuries, including a faint gash to the head oozing thick red blood. He was unconscious. Or at least that's what they hoped.

A manic laugh played through the speakers scaring the life out of the avengers. This only made the intruder laugh louder.

"Show yourself Parker."

"I don't think I will, Captain" The voice spat the word as if it was poisonous.

"Kid we know what you've become is out fault. We understand that now. But we can't let you harm anymore people, Peter."

"You really think after all you have put me through that will make me surrender. Sorry Cap but I'm not stopping anytime soon." The words pierced the room like daggers, the sheer volume making the unenhanced heroes ears ring.

Steve could see he others getting restless, but he was determined not to fight this broken child. Peter doesn't need anymore damage.

"Peter please just come out and we can fix this."

"Well since you asked nicely." All of a sudden the windows shattered and streams of blue flickering webs covered every surface. Everyone was floored instantly, overwhelmed by the thrum of electricity coarsing through their veins.

Peter went round a securely webbed up each avenger making sure they were unable to escape. His face twisted into that of manic glee when he saw traces of pain and sorrow on his former idols faces.

"What should I do with all of you." Peter heard a grunt, then a familiar swish of the ancient Asguardian weapon. Without turning, he caught Mjolnir and crushed it.

"I think I will start with the idiot who threw that." Peter snapped, pulling the god closer upping the voltage. He picked up a set of scissors from a nearby tool box and held them to Thor's throat.

"P-peter please s-stop this." Clint stuttered as the coating of charged webs finally subsided.

Peter turned to him with fire in his eyes. He wasted no time wrapping a web around the archers neck and stringing him up so his feet only just skimmed the ground. Natasha let out a pained cry as she watched her best friend splutter and cough against the sticky rope.

"Enough! Stop this please." She pleaded. Black Widow doesn't plead.

"Oh but the fun has only just begun."

Peter slashed the scissors at the god, cutting deep into his chest. Thor bit his tongue to prevent the scream Peter craved to hear. The boy pouted when he didn't get his desired response, until a twisted idea came to mind.

He dropped the scissors at Thor's feet and turned to face his only weakness. Bruce Banner.

Thor watched in horror as Peter grabbed his love by the neck and threw him across the room. The hulk tried to come out, but the webs sent a shock so large that he was lulled into unconsciousness. Bruce was left bound and defenceless.

Steve and Bucky were thrashing against the webs. Steve screamed profanities at the kids, desperate to stop his teammates demise.

Natasha, out of pure shock, was watching the scene with a completely blank expression. Her mind had shut down as to erase the image of a paling Clint from her mind.

Tony moaned in his beaten state, completely unaware of the events happening around him.

In the midst of it all stood a cheerful Peter, smiling insanely at the chaos he was causing.

"What do you want from us?" Steve yelled, close to tears as he heard Clint's strangled sobs.

"Simple." Peter sauntered up to the captain and latched his suit clad hand around his neck.

"I want to see the avengers burn."

I am leaving this on a cliffhanger because I am evil. It's up to you what happens next. Write your desired ending in the comments, I would love to see what you come up with ;)