-trigger: domestic abuse-

Dedicated to AlbusDumbldore777 

The stars were dancing in the cloudless sky, and the full moon illuminated Peter as he swung from building to building, quickly soaring above the heads of Queen's nightlife. Suddenly he came to a stop when a deafening scream sounded, causing his Spidey senses to panic.

As fast as he could, Spider-Man catapulted himself into the window where the scream had sounded, and to his surprise and disgust, he walked in on a man holding a broken glass bottle above his head, readied to swing it on the shivering form below him.

Peter's reflexes kicked in, and she found himself shooting a web to capture the assailant and pin him against the wall. It was only then that he realised who the boy on the floor was. His eyes widened as he crouched down, he helped remove some glass shards from the hair of the boy and sucked in a breath. It was Flash. Eugene Thompson. His civilian form's nemesis.

But nevermind that now, it didn't matter who the person was because he didn't need Peter Parker's grudges and anger, he needed Spider-Man's heroism and comfort.

After a few unstable tries he got Flash into a standing position, just then a few people rushed into the room running to hug Flash. A middle-aged woman who must've been his mother, and a younger girl around the age of seven who was probably Flash's sister, ran into the room with tear streaks running down their cheeks.

At this point, the man webbed to the wall was spouting off curses nonstop, and yelling at Peter that he was trespassing and breaking and entering and how that was illegal, which was ironic considering he was doing something much worse than Peter was.

In agitation, Peter webbed the guy's mouth shut. After he made sure the man could still breathe out of his nose, he gave a sarcastic salute with his middle finger before rushing back over to the family.

He couldn't just leave them there. He couldn't just leave them in the place of their nightmares.

So he didn't.

He did the only thing he thought appropriate considering they had told him they had no other family to stay with, and really wished to not bring the cops into it-

He brought them to Avengers tower.

Okay, okay, hear him out: Mr Stark had given him- Peter Parker- a floor in the tower to stay in whenever, and considering he didn't usually use it because he preferred to spend nights in the apartment waiting for Aunt May to get home, he decided that there was no harm in letting them stay there until they got on their feet.

When he corralled them all onto the floor without being caught by a tinkering Mr Stark, and after he told FRIDAY to keep them a secret, he gestured around him, "You can stay here until you find a home of your own."

The mother gave him a grateful smile before rushing to tell him it was too much and that they would leave as fast as they could, while the two kids looked around in wonder.

Peter smiled at them before going to swing back to his apartment when a hand grabbed his arm, "Hey, Spider-Man, I just want to say... thank you. You're my biggest hero and I really never wanted you to see me like this- weak. But thank you so much for saving us and giving us a place to stay."

By then both the mother and sister had left, and it was only Flash and Spider-Man standing there. Peter gave Flash a small smile. Then in a quick in-the-moment decision, he reached up and pulled off his mask to reveal himself, Peter Parker.

Flash let out a gasp before taking a few steps back and dropping Peter's costume-clad arm.

"You're welcome, Flash. Just do me a favour and try and be nicer to everyone... I know it's hard, but taking it out on others isn't the way to go about this." Peter hesitated before continuing, "And if you ever need anyone to talk to, either Peter Parker or Spider-Man, I'm here."

With one more look at the shocked and grateful face of Eugene, Peter slipped his mask back on and opened the window to jump out of. "And... Your secret is safe with me."

He leapt out the window and swung away, leaving a very conflicted Flash behind him. Peter felt sympathetic towards Flash, for some reason he could see a bit of himself in him. A sort of distorted reflection if anything, but still, something reminded him of himself. And maybe if things were different, and he didn't get his powers, maybe he would have been just like Flash.

In another life he supposed.

But until then, he had some business to do. And it consisted to go back to Flash's house and beat up his father before handing him over to the authorities for something such as drug possession- he could make something up.

Because goddammit, no one deserved to be abused, and he wasn't one to stand back and let people get hurt.

He wasn't Flash, he was Peter fucking Parker and he wasn't one to let people hurt others and just stand back.

And maybe, just maybe, Flash would be more human and not others anymore.

Peter snorted, he could dream.

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Sorry, I'm late, I have a lot of spring break homework that has been murdering me.

Hope you enjoyed it, 

See you soon;

-SecretsInMyHead