"Peter, I suggest you get up." Friday's voice comes through the speakers in my room and I groan. I don't want to go to school today. Or any day. I don't want to go to school.

I get up and run my hands through my hair, not even bothering to change because I literally just put these clothes on a few hours ago. When I can't fix my hair I shrug and make my way out to the living room. When I get out there I see Dad- oh wait. I'm still made at him right now so, I see Tony and the rest of the Avengers are out there too and I just walk past them into the kitchen.

I grab a banana from the fruit bowl and climb on top of the kitchen island not wanting to go sit with everyone else. I sit on the table so I can see what the Avengers are doing. From where I am sitting, I can see the Avengers talking in hushed voices. Some of them look over their shoulders at me and I act like I don't see them doing so.

After five minutes of watching the Avengers sit in a circle talking, Wanda shakes her head and stands up. She says something to the group and Nat stands up with her before they walk into the kitchen.

"Good morning Peter." Wanda smiles sweetly and I nod.

"Morning." I mumble and take another bite out of my banana.

"Wanna sir on a chair? Like a normal person?" Aunt Nat jokes and I can't help but smirk because she out of all people know that all of us are not normal people.

"Sure." I slide off the table and into a chair next to the two of them. "Now, what's up?" I ask and drag my backpack off the table.

"Straight to the point then?" Wanda smiles and grabs an apple out of the basket, taking a bite out of it.

"Pete, are you okay? You've seemed off ever since you've gone back to school and I'm- we're all worried." Aunt Nat rubs my back, real concern in her eyes and I look away.

"Everything is fine Aunt Nat." I say and Aunt Nat and Wanda give me looks which day they don't believe me. "Really. Everything is fine."

"C'mon Peter, we can tell." Wanda says pulling my backpack out of my hands and opens it. She moves a few things around and slips a Stark Tablet off the island into the spot she just created in my backpack.

"I'm a trained lie detector and even people who fall for stupid lies, like Clint. Especially Clint. I can tell something is up." Aunt Nat says and I look up to her. "So spill."

"Nothing, I'm just really stressed and I haven't been feeling good." I tell part of the truth which means it isn't a whole lie. She looks at me for a second and I go on. "I have exams soon and I'm just really worried how I'll do on them." I say, which is the truth but at the same time I'm sure I'll do okay.

"Have you told Bruce you don't feel good? He could make sure your healthy and everything." Wanda says, worry laced in her voice.

"No, it's probably just a cold or something. I need to get to school." I change the topic and Aunt Nat smiles.

"I'll give you a ride, c'mon." She says and Wanda hands me my backpack. I walk past the the rest of my family and glance at them once meeting Da-Tony's eyes. I can't place the look on his face.

Downstairs in the garage, Nat leads me to a shiny black car with bright red streaks down the sides. In general it looks like a nice car and I haven't seen it before but at the same time the garage is huge, I haven't seen a quarter of the cars in here.

"Like it? Tony bought it for himself but I claimed it and gave it a little makeover." She says and the doors lift up as she approaches. "C'mon, don't want you to be late."

I slide into the shot gun seat and she puts the car in reverse, pulling out of the compound garage within seconds. A second or two later we are on our way to Midtown and she looks over to me as she drives.

"Talk." She says as the car accelerates.

"Huh?" I take my eyes off the world zooming by outside of the window. I wait for her to elaborate and without hesitation she does.

"I know you didn't tell me everything and I know you trust me. You probably didn't want to say it when everyone could hear so, for real this time, tell me." She says and I play with the strings on my hoodie. My eyes widen and I look down noticing that I'm still wearing Deans sweatshirt but I push that aside for now. " I won't overreact. Promise." She says and holds out her pinky.

"Fine, and I'm not a kid Nat."

"Yes you are. Go on."

"So at school, there is this group of guys and they like to pick on me and push me around but I don't want to fight back because I'm boring Peter Parker and I don't deserve the stupid name of Peter Rogers-Stark because I'm not like them!" I say and tears spring up in my eyes. "And that's not even my biggest problem, I don't think some of the guys in this group are bad! One of them told me something and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm just so confused about so many things because y'know the other night when I was out? Yeah, I learned that one of the people in the group weren't as bad and evil as I thought they were and that got me to thinking what if they all aren't bad? What if they are just doing what Flash wants them to do?" I cry and Nat pulls me into a hug. I notice that we are pulled over in an empty parking lot.

"Peter, what do you mean push you around?" She asks softly and I try to catch my breath.

"Beat me up. Before and after school. I don't know why they do it, they just do. I don't know." I mumble and she rubs my back.

"Who is Flash, Peter?" She asks her voice down to a whisper and she lets me cry.

"Flash Thompson. He's just someone in my grade who thinks he's better then everything and everyone else." I stumble over my words and she stays quiet letting me go on. "And what's worse is that he looks up to Tony or Dad or whatever I am calling him now, so I can't be like hey I'm a Rogers-Stark because it will make it worse."

"Why didn't you tell me, Pete? Y'know I would've handled it." She kisses the top of my head and her voice breaks.

"Because I am supposed to be strong like you guys! I'm supposed to, I'm supposed to be able to deal with my problems and protect other people at the same time! Like all of you do!" I cry and she is quiet for a minute before she goes on.

"Peter, you are one of the strongest people I know." She whispers and pushes the hair off my forehead and looks into my eyes. "It's going to be okay, I promise. Breathe." She tells me and I nod taking deep breaths. "Do you want to go to school or do you want to get ice cream first." She puts a small smile on her face and I can't help but notice her eyes are glassy.

"I have a Spanish test in fourth period." I laugh weakly and she rolls her eyes.

"We better get ice cream fast then." She grins and I can't help but smile back.

We pull out of the parking lot and I feel batter then I have in the longest time in months.