Heyyyyy, it's me. I know, I know, not even 2 weeks in and I can't maintain a schedule. Sorry.

Okay, this is really confusing. Basically, Peter is Tony's 16-year-old biological son. The Avengers are a superfamily. Justin Hammer hates Tony per usual. But Tony doesn't know. He thought all was well between Hammer Industries and Stark Industries. Peter already has his powers and is Spider-Man. Ultron happened but was much longer ago, and it happened a LOT differently. The twins were super young, say, 6 or 7, and they both survived. They then grew up with the Avengers. Then Pietro died in a different battle saving Peter. Homecoming and Infinity War happened but a little earlier I guess. And all the dusted were saved almost right after Infinity War, instead of Endgame. *shudders* Cool? Cool.

Peter didn't understand why Tony kept dragging him to these kinds of parties. Why would a 16-year-old kid want to attend a fancy gala? It's not like Peter could do anything, besides sit alone at the bar with his phone.

Peter sits at the bar, nodding to the bartender. Upon seeing this, the bartender brings Peter his usual. An ice-cold glass of apple juice. Peter swirls the juice in his glass, pulling out his phone. He checks his messages to find unread messages from the Avengers group chat.

We're the Avengers, bitch

Natasha: you doing ok over there baby spider? i know how much you hate Tony's company parties

CawCawMotherfucker: if anyones hurting you tell us and we'll come and kill them k?

GodOfHammers(andLesbians): I WONT HESITATE TO UNLEASH MJOLNIR ON ANYONE WHO DARES HURT YOUNG PETER!

BuckyBuckarooFuckyFuckaroo: did someone say that "hurt peter"? ill be there in 5 i gotta find and bring stevie he doesn't know how to read texts yet

Peter smiles and responds.

SpiderBaby: thanks but no thanks guys. im fine, im just lonely

There was a response almost right away.

WitchyWitch: shall i go down and accompany you?

SpiderBaby: nono im fine, but thanks

He clicks on the Instagram app and checks his feed:

@TheDailyBugleOfficial
Tony Stark, Iron Man, and his son, Peter Stark, spotted with all the Avengers at Walmart! For more, click on the link below:
www.dailybugle.com/avengerswalmartspotting

Peter skips past all the uninteresting posts until he comes to this particular article.

@TheLatestNews
Are Stark Industries and Hammer Industries in a rivalry? Justin Hammer, CEO of Hammer Industries speaks about Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries at his latest interview.

Peter cocks his eyebrow, confused. Hammer Industries and Stark Industries always seem to get along? Just as Peter thinks that, Tony shows up at his side.

"Hey buddy, would you mind coming with me? Some people want to want to meet you," Tony says, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder.

Peter sighs, rolling his eyes, but trudges to the small crowd nevertheless. Tony grins and follows after. The group of people included Justin Hammer, a bunch of Hammer Industries manager people, and Peter's mom, Pepper was standing to the side.

"So, everyone, this is my son, Peter Stark," Tony beams, "he's my pride and joy so if you dare lay a finger on him, you're dead."

Putting on his fake paparazzi smile, Peter waves a single hand.

"It's so nice to meet you all! My dad's talked so much about you and your successful company," Peter reaches out a hand to shake.

Justin takes it, but there was this glint in his eye that ran chills down Peter's spine.

"You've got a firm grip kid," Justin observes, "and you got real potential, probably more than your old man over there." He chuckles dryly.

Tony smiles, but it turns into more of a grimace. Christine Everhart's obnoxious voice comes up behind Tony.

"Mr. Stark, you're needed by The Daily Bugle for a quick interview," she says.

Tony looks at Peter and rolls his eyes. He puts on a huge, fake smile before turning around and heading away with her. Pepper gives Peter a quick side hug.

"I'm gonna go talk to more reporters, you okay on your own?" Pepper asks while fixing up Peter's tie, "remember, if anything happens, me or your father are just a call away."

Peter bats her hand away. "I'm fine, of course I'll call you."

Pepper just smiles and mutters something like, "... teenagers." She turns away before being completely swarmed by reporters.

Sighing, Peter heads back to the bar to find Justin sitting on the stool next to where Peter was sitting earlier.

"Can I help you with something, Mr. Hammer?" Peter asks.

He sits down at his seat, glancing suspiciously at his apple juice that seems to have shifted from where it was earlier.

"So, Stark's son, eh? How's he been treating you?" Hammer asks. He has a smirk on his face that Peter shivers at.

Peter pushes away the glass of apple juice and asks the bartender for a new one.

"He's a great father, a great mentor, and, personally, the biggest role model I could ever look up to," Peter says, not missing a beat. He takes a sip from his new glass of apple juice.

Hammer narrows his eyes and spat, "He have you rehearse that? That man is nothing you just mentioned. He's a waste, a failure; nothing more. Why is Stark Industries leading the world in production?" The word "Stark" was laced with venom. "But you, you might have potential."

Peter shifts uncomfortably. He wasn't expecting that.

"Um, if you'll excuse me-" Peter starts, standing up to move.

Justin grabs his wrist harshly, "Oh, we're not finished yet."

Peter gulps and plops back down warily. He reaches for his phone slowly, but Justin grabs that wrist as well. Scared, Peter scans the rooms to see if anyone was noticing what's happening, but no. They were too busy interviewing his dad.

Justin slowly releases Peter's wrists but keeps an eye on him. Justin pushes Peter's apple juice towards him.

"Here, aren't you thirsty? Have your drink." His hands seemed to pass over the top of the glass super quick as he pushed the cup. Peter shakes his head, wary of the man's antics.

"Fine, I'll get you a new glass," Justin nods towards the bartender. The bartender rolls his eyes as Peter receives his third glass, the two set off to the side. Justin grabs the cup from the bartender's hands, his fingers dancing across the rim again suspiciously. Peter takes the cup, but sets it on the table next to the other full glasses of juice and crosses his arms.

"Now, now. Don't be so cocky. It's just a cup of juice. Or maybe you're being a stubborn, self-absorbed bitch, just like your father. Guess it runs in the family," Justin says, every word angering Peter more and more.

Soon, Peter's eyes are filled with a raging fire. Peter grabs the glass and almost crushes it under his grip. Without breaking eye contact, he chugs half the cup.

Almost immediately after, he begins to feel woozy. He pushed the feeling aside and continues to glare at Hammer.

"Don't dare insult my dad, or my family, ever again." He tries to whip around sassily but almost falls off the stool in his daze.

"Here, Peter, you look a bit sick. Let's get you fixed up in the bathroom." That evil glint in Justin's eye appeared again.

Peter's muscles were completely limp by now, and he had little to no control of his movements. He tried to protest against him, but he found he couldn't even move his mouth. All he could do was let out this pathetic whine as Justin dragged him to the bathroom. From any spectator's eye, it just looked like Justin was helping Peter, so they move aside to make way.

When they reach the overly fancy bathroom, Justin throws him down to the ground.

"I was going to kill Tony tonight, but killing you will break Tony more. Then, no more competition and Tony gets to suffer," Justin smiles devilishly, "It's a foolproof plan!"

Peter could do nothing but listen, a haze settling over his mind and vision. I'm sorry, dad.

Justin smirks. "It was nice meeting you, Peter." Then he strolls out casually, hands in pockets.

Peter lies there, slowly falling limp. I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry to all my superfamily, I love you...

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1 hour later...

But Peter wakes up. The light is glaringly bright against his eyes. He tries to stand but can't. What the fuck happened?... Then it all rushes back to him at once. Justin Hammer. The apple juice. I'm so fucking stupid! Why would I drink it? Peter raises a weak, shaky hand, patting his pockets for his phone. It was gone. He must've taken it!  He hears the door creak open slightly, and he turns his head as gently as possible. He saw a flash of red enter the bathroom. It was Natasha! A burst of hope flares in his heart.

He croaks out, "Auntie Tasha! I-I'm over here!"

Natasha turns around and spots Peter lying on the floor.

"Peter? What are you doing here?," Natasha asks, "shouldn't you be at the party?... worthless spoiled brat."

Peter flinches. What? "Auntie Tasha?"

"I'm not your fucking aunt. Go cry to your daddy. You're so annoying," Natasha sniffs and storms out of the bathroom.

A single tear runs down Peter's face. The door creaks open again to reveal his Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky, holding hands.

"Hey! Guys? I'm over here!" Peter rasps.

"Oh come on! Can't we find just one place where we can escape you? So. Annoying!" Bucky groans.

Steve nods and gently tugs Bucky back out the door. Peter lies there, heart breaking. This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real. Peter chants in his head.

Clint walks in, takes one look at Peter and utters one single word before walking back out.  "Nope."

Wanda floats in.

"Wanda, please, I'm over here, please."

He reaches a quivering hand out toward her. "Please."

Wanda recoils at the hand he reaches out, doesn't even say a word, and walks out.

Tears stream down Peter's pale face. What's happening? Does everyone actually hate me?

Uncle Happy trudges into the bathroom.

"... Happy?" Peter was scared to ask now. Happy turns around and sees Peter.

"Peter? Kid, what are you doing? Are you okay?  Let's get you back to Tony. Or Pepper," Happy extends a hand for Peter to take. Peter tries to take his hand, but falls short. His body wouldn't let him move any more.

"C'mon, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Happy stands there waiting. Peter stretches his arm as much as he can.

"I- I can't."

After that, Happy pulls away. "Why am I trying to save you? You can't do anything by yourself. You're always relying on your dad to take care of you." Happy walks back out.

This- this isn't real right? Now Peter wasn't so sure.

Rhodey walks in and goes to the sink.

"Uncle Rhodey?" Peter asks quietly.

Rhodey peers at him through the mirror and flinches. "Disgusting..." he mutters before rushing out.

Sam opens the door, doesn't even step inside, and says, "Here, too? Why's this annoying kid everywhere?"

Thor and Loki walk in, talking about Asgard.

"Uncle Thor? Uncle Loki?" Peter whimpers.

"Brother, why is this lowly mortal speaking to me?" Thor asks, nudging Loki.

"Filthy rat." Loki responds.

By then, Peter couldn't take it. He broke down weeping and trembling. Everyone hates me, why am I on this earth? He attempts to stand again, but can't. I can't do anything! I'm so useless.

Soon, his late brother Pietro walks in. That's impossible! Pietro- Pietro's dead!

"P-Pi-Pietro? Is that... you?" Peter asks, tearfully.

"You dumbass! You could've saved me! Why didn't you save me!" Pietro hisses, "You were right by my side, but you didn't do anything! And now I'm dead."

Sobbing, Peter has a flashback to that day. He was 13 when it happened, he had just gotten his powers, and was invited to his first mission. And oh, how terribly it had gone...

Peter was fighting alongside Pietro at a HYDRA base. They and all their family were infiltrating the base. They had finished and were heading out and onto the Quinjet.

"Great job, Peter!" All the Avengers were congratulating Peter on his first mission.

Peter was beaming with pride and practically skipping to the jet. Pietro was equally as proud of him, and insisted on standing right beside him. Turns out, one of the guards on the floor wasn't actually dead. A bullet to the heart for Pietro.

Peter widens his eyes and screams. All the Avengers started to worry, for they couldn't see what was happening.

"Peter? Buddy? Was that you? Are you okay?" Tony asks.

Peter could say nothing in response besides sob. "Pi-Pietro! PIETRO!!! NOOO!"

Peter crumples to his knees. "Pietro?" He tucks a loose strand of hair back into place. "Please stay awake..."

But he didn't stay awake. And it was all Peter's fault.

"Pietro, I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry, this is all my fault, please come back, I miss you so much, please," Peter begs.

"I can't come back. You killed me." He responds coldly.

Peter lay crumpled up on the floor, shaking. None of this is real, none of this is real. He hears Tony's voice.

"What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you."

Peter raises his head to find himself holding the ferry together with webs. People were running around, screaming. His arms were straining, nearly popping out of his sockets. He lets out a scream, the two halves of the ship stretching too much for Peter to hold. Just as he was about to pass out, he blinks and finds himself under the building during the Vulture incident.

"HEY! HEY IS THERE ANYONE HERE? IM DOWN HERE... IM DOWN HERE!" Peter croaks as loud as he could. The whole weight of the warehouse was on Peter's back. Peter screams in pain. Nonononono not this again! He lets go of the building as his muscles completely give out. Concrete showers down, down, past his head, into the ground. On the other side of the avalanche of concrete, the red barren land of Titan appears.

"D- Dad? I- I don't feel so good..." Peter murmurs.

He stumbles forward, clinging onto his dad.

"Dad, I don't know what's happening... I- I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go... please... I don't w- wanna go..." Peter cries. He could feel his body being torn apart while his advanced healing tries to pull himself back together. It was agonizing to say the least.

Tony gently sets him onto the floor. "You're fine kid, you're alright."

Peter could feel his healing fail, and his body disintegrating. He thinks about what his dad had once said: "And if you die, I feel like that's on me."

And so Peter's last words were, "I'm sorry."

As he fades into dust, his eyes snap open to find himself on the cold bathroom floor again. He shudders and whimpers, tears streaming down his face.

He looks up and sees a blur of all the Avengers faces.

"If you were good enough you could've saved Pietro."

"Look how helpless you are in all those situations!"

"Weak."

"Failure."

"Those powers should've been given to someone who really deserved them."

Peter had enough. He shrieks, clutching his head.

"Nononononono! Go away!" Peter wails.

He's trembling and a puddle of tears pools under him.

Tony appears in the doorway and sees Peter crumpled in the corner of the bathroom.

"PETER! OH MY GOD IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR 2 HOURS!" Tony yells.

Peter shakes his head rapidly. "Nonononono not real, not real, nuh uh," he mutters.

"What was that, buddy?" Tony reaches out and touches Peter's shoulder.

Hurt is reflected in Tony's eyes as Peter flinches. "What's wrong, kid?"

"Nononononono. I know you're not real, go away, go, please go, I can't take it, please!"

Peter breathes faster and faster. Soon he's hyperventilating with a panic attack.

"Hey! No! Kid! Listen to me! Deep breaths in, deep breaths out..." Tony breathes rhythmically and exaggeratedly, "in... out..."

When Peter turns around to face him, Tony then saw the wild, frantic panic in his eyes. He tries to follow Tony's breathing. It takes a while, but Tony would sit there forever if it meant that it would help his kid.
Once he's calmed down a bit, Tony decides to question him.

"Buddy, are you okay? What happened?" Tony asks worriedly.

Peter shivers and doesn't answer.

"Kid, I can't help you if you don't talk to me," Tony says, "I just wanna know what happened." He reaches out to touch his shoulder again.

Peter flinches, harder this time, and whimpers, "I know you're fake, please go away, I don't like this, I just wanna go home..."

Tony winces. Who did this to my kid? They're gonna pay...

"No, buddy, I promise I'm real. Do you wanna go see the rest of the Avengers? I swear they're real too."

Peter cries even more. "No! Not the Avengers. They're just gonna hate me even more!" he hiccups.

"Pete, what? No one hates you! What are you talking about?"

"They... they said that I'm useless and annoying and that I'm always relying on you and that I can never do anything right and that I could've saved Pietro!"

Tony's eyes brim with tears. The loss of Pietro was a topic avoided whenever possible. Everyone missed him so much, especially Wanda and Peter. They were the closest siblings could get.

"Okay, fine, no Avengers. But c'mon, we gotta get somewhere besides this depressing bathroom. Aren't you uncomfortable on the floor?"

"I- I can't move..." Peter whispers, cheeks red with shame.

"That's alright buddy, how about a piggyback ride?" Tony says as enthusiastically as he could.

Tony grunts as Peter settles onto his back. Tony slowly makes his way through the mess of the finished party to the elevator.

"FRIDAY, bring us to the common room."

Peter runs his hands through Tony's mess of hair, probably completely ruined by Tony's constant tugging. The elevator doors ding open to reveal all the Avengers crowded around the couches, an obvious tension around. They all turn to the elevator as it opens.

Peter gasps and widens his eyes. He automatically backs away, but with nowhere to back to, he smacks into the steel elevator wall.

"I'm sorry, I won't bother you guys anymore, I'll go straight to my room, I'm sorry."

A long silence fills the air, finally broken by Steve. "Pete, what are you talking about, we love you! We were so worried about you!"

"... r- really?" Peter asks.

"Of course!" they yell at once. Peter smiles and the tension was immediately replaced by joy. They crowd around Peter and envelope in loving hugs and kisses.

After much convincing and reassuring, Peter finally confessed what happened.

Needless to say, Justin Hammer was never heard from again.

This was not edited, only read through super quick. I wrote what I wrote 🤷‍♀️. That ending was super rushed, sorry. My next chapter's probably gonna be late too. I'm sorry. Ima terrible author. Well, thanks for reading! Love you!

(Edit: ah fuck. So more than half this chapter got deleted AFTER I posted it, how does that even happen?! And so I was rewriting it for like AN HOUR and I realized I could check the revision history and fix it. That's an hour wasted. FML)

- Marvelous_Spiderman <3