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Peter's body hurt. He had just done a patrol but the punches and kicks weren't the only thing giving pain to his body. The meth crash was beating down on him. He had found that meth lasted rather long even with his strong metabolism. Heroin was also a good one but he had been having meth more recently.

He made his way to a run down building that he knew his dealer, Molly, was. Molly was always high as shit and never asked questions. She was rather shady but she gave him what he wanted as long as he 'paid'.

He dropped into an ally way near the building and got changed into his normal clothing which was all he had, the top was ripped, the trousers ruffled and the hooded jacket dirty but it was what he had. The walk was full of anticipation for the high he knew was coming.

The door wasn't locked like normal and Peter headed up the rotting stairs fingers twitching all the way. He was spider-man. The person kids looked up to, the person who took down robbers and stopped people selling drugs on the streets and yet here he was. A hypocrite getting drugs to fill an addiction. That wasn't all either though alcohol was harder to get then the drugs as odd as that may seem. Alcohol dealers didn't exist and if they did Peter couldn't find them. Drug dealer's however- there were lots of them.

The thoughts were easily taken from him when he came to the large upstairs room. The bottom floor was where most people shot up or took the pill's but the top floor was where Molly was. Her lab was behind lock door's and Molly herself was on a dusty sofa.

"Ah! My little sweet thing. I was wondering when you would come back to me" She was leaning on the arm and looked at him with a smirk. Peter could see powder on her nose, she had obviously just taken something.
Molly had long blond hair that was messy and tangled, her eyes were a brown colour and her skin was like over milked tea. She was always in dirty jeans and a stained pink sleeveless top. It gave her full access to her arms to shoot up but it also let her chest be presented in a seductive way if she so wished.

Peter just looked at her in silence.

"Com' er baby and let mummy help you out" Peter did what she said. He always did in the end. At first she didn't want sex from him as he had money but then she fell in love with the way he could take and take without dying.
She said he made her feel young again instead of 37. She liked his young body and Peter could only hope she would still give him what he needed when he turned 16. He was another drug for her to abuse and in return he got his drugs. That's all he needed.

It was transactional, therefor it was consensual. Right?

"There's a good boy. Sit down for me" Peter sat down on the other side pf the sofa just like she asked.
"I'll give you some heroin for now and then you can have your meth after" She smiled sweetly and kissed his sleeve covered arm.

Peter took off his jacket and lay it down on the other arm of the sofa as well as the bag that had all of his belongings. As carefully as a woman high on drugs can she pushed back his top's sleeve. It revealed all of the marks made from previous needles. Molly kisses the marks and she moved Peter's hands onto on of her boobs.

Peter could feel the small pain as the needle went into his arm but the reward was worth it. He could feel the drugs move through his blood and around his body. Pumped from his heart to his lungs then back to the heart to be pushed around his body and god did it feel good.

It almost made the feeling on her hands on his body almost non existent. Her moans didn't process in his drugged up mind so it didn't matter. He could enjoy his high on the heroin while she enjoyed his body and then he could take his meth and not see her for maybe another two weeks depending on how much she gave him.

It took a bit but soon her voice got to his ears.
"There you are sweet thing. You did a good job for me today" Her face was bright and it made Peter's head hurt a bit.
Carefully he pushed himself up and made himself as presentable as a drug addicted teen could.

"Here. Its the good shit and newer to for my gorgeous boy" She placed a kiss on his lips and he let her slip the small bag of stuff into his hand "See you later baby"

"See you Molly" Peter said before walking out. The heroin still ran through his blood so he probably wouldn't have to take any of the meth till tomorrow.

He passes the people on the ground floor who were all on mattresses or the floor. Some were shooting drugs into each other while making out, other's were snorting the cut up white powder off the floor or other's body's. Molly had done that with him before. He hated every minute of it but it got him his high in the end.

He walked passes ally ways and towards the roof he was staying on. It had a pidgin coop that was no longer in use as the door to the roof had been removed. Tonight was cold, it would have been noticeable to him if the heroin wasn't coursing through his veins.

Then something caught his attention. He heard talking from the back door down an ally. It was connected to a bar, Peter knew this because he had tried to sneak in once and was promptly kicked out for being underage.

Peter decided to look round the corner and sure enough there was a man and a black haired woman. The woman looked intoxicated and the man was talking to her.
"Lets get you into my car huh" The smirk on his face was unnerving and Peter knew what he was trying to do. It made him burn with anger that even the drugs couldn't stop. He had been on petrol's before when high so he decided to step in.

"Hey miss do you know him?" Peter asked just in case he had gotten it wrong. Before the woman could even open her mouth the man responded.
"Fuck off kid" He snarled at Peter and shoved himself into his shoulder.

Peter moved quickly and grabbed the mans arm. He obvipously hadn't been expecting it as he was easily flung back into the wall. The woman that was in his arms now stood on oddly stable feet, a look of surprise on her face for only a second.
"How about you fuck off instead and leave her alone" Peter knew his threat wouldn't scare the man. I mean who would be scared of a skinny teen who looked high as balls.

Stupidly the man came rushing at Peter who moved out the way and slammed his hand into the pressure point at the mans neck. He fell unconscious onto the floor. It probably helped that the man was semi drunk.

Taking his eyes off the man Peter looked at the woman who seemed suspiciously stable. If he was less high maybe he would have found that odd.
"Are- Are you okay?" He questioned.
"Yeah" The woman said bluntly looking at the man on the floor.

Peter blinked and then remembered something. In his bag there was a small pocket knife he had gotten off of someone a while ago as spider man. He had used it to cut up some cocaine to snort and then decided he didn't like snorting the drugs. It had just been left in his bag after that and now he could give it to someone who would use it for good reasons.

"Here" He said after he was able to fish it out. The woman looked at it suspiciously.
"Its a pocket knife. You can use it to get out of these kind of situations" Peter didn't notice how his hands shook at he gave the woman the knife or how her hands were completely stable.

"Thank you" Peter let his eyes move up to the woman's face, she looked down at him with a look he had forgotten long ago.
"No problem. Just stay safe okay?" Peter waved with a shaking hand as he left her.

Saving people felt nice but the drugs felt nicer.

Soon enough he was on the roof top snuggled up in the pigeon coop to ride out the heroin high.

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Nat was bored. It wasn't an emotion she normally felt and if she did she was able to keep it hidden but she was really fucking bored.

"Whats up with you ginger ninja" Tony said looking at Nat who was laying half off the sofa with her red hair dusting the floor.
"Bored" She turned around and put her head in her hands.

"Never seen you bored" They were quiet for a bit just looking at each other "You know you could have asked me for something to do"
"I'm not doing the paper work Pepper gives you" The glare Tony gets from Nat was enough to push the idea right out of his mind.

"Nope. I was not thinking that. Promise. I do however have access to a lot of shit" Tony taps on the starkpad in his hands and brings something up before passing the devise to Nat. She sat up to take it.

"I know this kind of thing. They take girl's and drug them up so they can force them into prostitution" Nat scowls at the blurred photo's on the screen.
"Yeah well the authority have been rather crappy at stopping the abductions. Thought you would want to have a look. Take it out from the inside and all" Tony waved his hand in a dismissive manner.
"Do you have my stuff?" Tony had been improving her suit and weapon recently after some of it got broken.

Tony nodded and headed to his lab with Nat trailing behind him. His desk was full of random things and he picked up Nat's black widow suit as well as the weaponry he had been working on.
"I know you may not need your suit for this but here it is anyway" Tony passes Nat all of her stuff and she thank's him before walking off to get ready.

Her room in the avengers compound reminded her of her childhood room. She liked the memory's with her fake family and he liked the ones with her sister even more. She was lucky that last time they met she got her sister's number so they could keep in contact.

Nat put her suit onto the bed with the rest of her things and walked over to the wardrobe. It was the one with all the clothing she herself wouldn't ware but when she wanted to be other people she would take the clothing from this wardrobe.

It took a bit of digging but she was able to find a short tight fitting dress that showed off her chest just a bit to much to be accidental. She also grabbed some black shine boots that worked amazingly for storing small guns and knifes.

Once into the skimpy outfit Nat grabbed a long black haired wig and put on some lip-gloss, eye shadow and mascara. Even though she knew it was still her in the mirror it didn't feel right but she knew how to hide the feeling, push it down till she could get the mission done. After that she could shower and get into a jumper and joggers.

Nat counted her blessings as she walked to the bar the women were suspected of been taken from. She was just glad it wasn't cold on top of wearing the ridiculous dress.

As expected the dress and overly sexual look she had about her caught the attention of the men and even a few women in the bar. There attention didn't matter as much as one mans though. He looked even uglier in real life but maybe that was just his personality seeping through. If anything the predatory looks he was giving her as she ordered her drink should have scared her off but she wasn't just any woman getting drunk.

Predictably the lump of scum formed into a human being comes to sit next to her. She pretended to care about what he had to say and when she does the classic turning your head to a noise she can tell he pours a drug into her drink.

From the small smell coming off of it Nat can tell it was one of the drugs she had been made immune to in the red room. She continues to drink it like she has no clue its drugged.

It takes a bit but finally the man thinks she's drugged enough to kidnap her. Nat plays along perfectly. She flops around, makes her legs seem wobbly and the man falls for it immediately putting her arm over his shoulder and around the back of his neck while his own arms wrapped around her waist. Strands of her black wig fell over her face but she did nothing about it.

The fact that no one seemed to care that she was seemingly intoxicated and now been taken out the bar by a man who didn't come with her made her stomach twist in disgust. How could they just let a seemingly defenseless woman just leave without even checking if she was safe with the man she was leaving with. Was it just that so many woman had been taken from here that they didn't even think anything was wrong?

That didn't matter now. She would let the man think he had bested her and then beat the shit out of him and his friends when she got to where ever they were holding the other woman they kidnapped. As they left he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text Nat hadn't been able to see.

"Let's get you into my car huh" The man smirked down at him and Nat had to stop herself from stomping her heeled foot onto his.

"Hey miss do you know him?" Nat looked up to see a scrawny boy. He looked to young to be out this late at night especially around a bar.
As Nat and the man walked closer she could tell something was wrong with the boy, his pules were to small and his eyes were red- oh. He was high. This kid who didn't even look old enough to drink was high.

"Fuck off kid" When the man bumped into the kid Nat expected the boy to fall backwards at least a bit but instead he reacted quickly and flung the man into a wall. It left Nat just standing there surprised. Instead of just standing there Nat took the small but very advanced camera she had planed to use once wherever the man was going to take her and recorded the boy.

It was odd. The small pules indicated it was a depressant instead not a stimulant drug so it just made it all the more odd when the small skinny boy knocked the man out.

"Are- Are you okay?" Nat knew she was probably looking a bit to composed but the kid was high so he probably didn't even realise.
"Yeah" Nat looked down at the man realizing even though the kid did a good thing she didn't need the help and now her ticket to wherever the hell they were taking young girls was not an option.

"Here" Nat looked back at the boy who was now holding a small pocket knife with a few remaining bits of white power on it.
"Its a pocket knife. You can use it to get out of these kind of situations" Didn't that just brake her heart.

This boy was giving her something to make sure she was safe in the future. Even though she didn't need saving it made her smile at the kid. Somehow in this high state he had protected what he saw as a woman in danger. It reminded her of when she had tried protected her six year old sister from the red room.

"Thank you" Nat smiled at the boy appreciatively. He was just a kid. Why was he high on who knows what on the streets. It made her want to take care of him. It was an odd feeling she wasn't very used to.
"No problem. Just stay safe okay?" With that the boy walked off waving to her with a shaky hand.

She wanted to go after him and make sure he was okay but she didn't think right now she could do anything for him. She would deal with it later.

Nat looked at the unconscious man on the floor and after a moment to think of the best plan of action she dug though his pockets and grabbed the mans phone.

The password was easily bypassed and and she decided to check out the texts.

-Hey Jonny i found new whore gonna bring her to the container-

It was the text the man had sent only a minuet ago. The top of the chat then changed from 'Last seen today at 22:13' to 'Jonny is typing...'

-Im there right now with the other merchandise so you can drop the new one off-

HA! It was almost to easy. All she had to do now was bring back to Tony and he can find where the text was sent from.

-See you there-

Nat decided to send before starting her walk back to the tower. When some man wised at her she pulled a gun out her boot and aimed it at him. He immediately apologized and ran away.

Finally she got back to the tower. Tony was shocked to see her back so soon but didn't question it any more after Nat's glare and instead just took the phone and started tracking where the massage was sent from while Nat took a shower and got changed. Now in a comfy jumper and joggers with the wig removed Nat came back to Tony's lab.

"Now you look more like the Nat i know" Tony grinned.
"Yeah yeah. Tell Steve or Clint about where the container is. I know for sure Clint has jack shit to do" Tony's eye brows lifted in slight confusion.
"Why don't you wanna know it?" Instead of giving an answer Nat moved to an empty table and messed around with some of the wires. Tony, to afraid of Natasha's wrath, decided to let her do as she pleased.

She connected the small camera to the wire and a hologram screen came on. She paused it when it was on the best view of the boy's face. Tony moved back on his chair when Nat pulled a small pocket knife out of her pocket.
"Hey JARVIS, before i clean this can you tell me what this power is" Whatever drug was on it would tell her what was in the boy's system.

"Of course Natasha" A small pause "It seems to be cocaine" That made Tony move closer.
"Why the fuck do you have cocaine?!"
"I got it from this kid" Nat points at the screen somewhat fondly but also worried.

"Then why does a kid have drugs!" Tony wined.
"I don't know- Wait cocaine?" Nat looked at the ceiling prompting JARVIS to speak.
"Yes Natasha the substance on the pocket knife is cocaine"

"But that's a stimulant. His pules were dilated" Nat looked down at the knife with worry before looking back at the kid on the screen.
"So what was the kid on here?" Tony also looked worried now. Nat knew the man had his own issues with addiction so it was understandable.

"If i had to guess Sir i would say Heroin" JARVIS said somehow making his robotic English voice sound worried.
"Shit"

The two looked at each other with determination. Somehow this kid had unknowingly made his way into there hearts so they would be damned if they didn't try and help him.

First thing's first they had to find out just who this small boy was.

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Golden strands of light is what wakes Peter up. His head hurt and he felt that horribly familiar come down in his vein's. His body hurts but that's to be expected when your coming of of drugs and sleeping on the hard floor when you as skinny as Peter is.

Soon his hand finds his bag and hes able take out the small bag of drugs. He decides that he's to sleepy to be able to use a needle properly, hes a drug addict but hes not stupid, so his fingers pick up a pill.

He basks in the feeling of the meth going down his throat. It wouldn't take long now for it to go through his stomach to his small intestine. One there it would finally defuse into his blood stream. With how his body works it would take around two hours for it to start kicking in unlike the normal four to six. He decided to slip into his spider man suit, he might as well do something to help people before he's to high to do anything. He could get back to his little rooftop 'house' before it kicks in fully then enjoy the feeling till he's stable, more like conscious, enough to go back out as spider man.

It wasn't like he had school anymore. Somehow he missed it no matter how much he hated being bullied he couldn't help but miss going to school and learning, eating questionable school lunches and most of all hanging with MJ and Ned.

He probably wouldn't even complain about how horrible the school food looked with how hungry he was. Peter had never been truly full after the spider bite because of his fast metabolism but losing May and being put into the foster system was just as bad food wise as being on the streets. At least on the streets he had his drugs. He wasn't being hurt. This was better.

This kept the good people safe.

Peter mentally scolded himself for stalling and pulled down his mask. He let his enhanced hearing pick up on the sounds around him before locking onto a scream and swinging over to help.

This was all he was good for. All he would ever be good for.

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Peter was at the one and a half hour mark now. Normally he would start his way back so he would be able to help out anyone on the way and still make it back before the drug really took affect but this time something caught he attention. The avengers were on the roof what Peter knew to be an abandoned car parking lot so luckily there shouldn't be people inside that were in danger.

The avengers seemed to be fighting some freaky looking alien's with even weirder guns. From his place on a higher up roof he jumped down and swung at one of the large creatures before it attacked a distracted Clint Barton.

"HOLY SHIT!" The archer said as he watched Spider man join the fighting "HEY GUYS WE HAVE A SPIDER ON ARE SIDE NOW!" He yelled into the coms before aiming at one of the other aliens with a bomb arrow.

The fight lasted around ten minuets and to be honest Peter thought he did pretty good for being so close to his high. This through was bashed out of his mind however when one of the alien's stood up without anyone noticing and smashed Peter around the head with his arm.

Peter flew into the floor a little bit away, his head hurt and he could hear a ringing in his ears. He wished he was to high to feel it.

"h-y! Sp--r -an. Yo- wi-h us?" (Hey! Spider man. You with us?) Peter blinked as he heard the voices and carefully sat up. His hands moved to his head that pounded every so often.
"We should take him back to the tower" A female voice suggested. Who was that. Aunt May? No she's dead... Then who?

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SHIT!

Peter's eyes flew open as he looked at the avengers crowding around him all with mixed looks of concern.
"Hey! Nope i'm good! Don't need to go to the tower" If they took him to the tower then they might take off his mask or take his blood which would tell them he was a frequent meth user. That and the fact his high could start really soon. What would they think, Skinny little boy who's not even sixteen yet has sex with some older lady to get drugs.

He was supposed to be the friendly neighborhood spider man who stopped drug dealers not be a druggy himself!

"You could have a concussion. We just want to make sure your not hurt" A semi naked Bruce Banner said.
"Yes man of spiders! There is nothing wrong with getting help if needed" Thor's booming voice really didn't help his head stop hurting.

"Really i promise i'm fine" Peter carefully stood up as all the adults watched him. They had no right to stop him and surprisingly they let him leave.

If they knew that as soon as he felt into his makeshift bed in the pigeon coop he was high as a kit maybe they would have made him come with them but Peter doubted it would have been from care or worry for his safety.

No adult had cared for him since May and he knew that wouldn't change.

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"Tony. I don't like this" Nat said once they got back to the tower.
"Neither do i" Tony paused as if considering something "I know were still looking for that kid but do you think we could also look for Spider man to. Just to make sure hes okay?" Nat smiled at Tony.

The man could be a right ass sometimes but when you got to know him he really did care for people and that was what mattered.

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It took five more hours to find a result on the kid Nat saw. It would have taken an hour less if it weren't for Tony adding an 'Identify Spider-man' to the list. As Tony requested JARVIS woke him up as well as Nat. Both of them ran to Tony's lab as soon as they were awake enough to realise what was being said to them.

Once Tony got there about a minuet after Natasha he let them both in and addressed JARVIS.
"What did you find J" Tony sat down in his seat and Nat leaned on the back of the chair, both were very interested in any information the AI could have gotten from the rather crap photo.
"It was rather hard to find anything with what i was given Sir but i was able to find this"

A few images and information appear on Tony's hologram screen. The kid appeared rather different in each. The most recent photo seeming to be one taken by the Orphanage's system for his file. Tony decided to look more into the file as it was the most recent.

Peter Benjamin Parker

Age- 15

Housing- Everbells Orphanage. Run by Mrs Jecory and Mr Jecory.

"At least we know where he lives now" Tony comments looking at the information in the file. There really wasn't that much information here about the orphanage but there was some information about his background further down.

The more they read the more horrified they got. This kids parents had died leaving him in the care of his uncle and aunt, then his uncle got shot in front of him and bleed out in his arms. It left him with his Aunt. Apparently Peter got a few years with his Aunt before she died in a house fire. Luckily he wasn't home so wasn't hurt.

"Poor kid has had a really shit life" Nat comments looking at the information on the screen.
"Do you think the Orphanage knows he does drugs?" Tony looks up at Nat who gives him a blank stare.
"For a genius your really fucking stupid. If i'm being honest i don't think the kid lives there anyway" Natasha touches the hologram screen to look at some of the other information.

"Why?"
"Well for one he wasn't going in the right direction of Everbells Orphanage and i don't think they just let there kids leave that late at night but it could be good to check it out just in case he is there" Nat moves away from the screen and to the door "Text me if you get any more interesting info on Peter or when the info on Spider man comes through"

Tony nods and goes back to looking at the information. Natasha heads for her bedroom to changed into some more appropriate clothing. It was around three in the morning so she would have to wait a bit for the orphanage to open before she could check it out.

She decided on some black trousers and a comfy grey top, she took the time to plat her hair which she didn't do often because of how much time it took. She decided to reading till it turned six.

She knew Steve would be up cooking his breakfast before his run, she also knew that he would make anyone else some breakfast if they were up and asked politely. From the smell she could tell he was making an omelet.

"Oh, hi Natasha. You want an omelet" Wow she didn't even have to ask.
"Okay" Steve finished the first omelet and gave it to Nat who enjoyed it because come on, its Steve's cooking. Can't get anything much better then that.

"Thanks Steve" Natasha got up and put the plate into the dishwasher before leaving.

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The walk to the orphanage was boring and when she got there it really did not look like how the moves portray orphanages but if it did Nat was sure it would have been shut down by now. The gate was creaky but all gate's were, there were no toys in the front but it would probably be unsafe for the children to play in the front. The building was not dark like the moves but a colourful building with a lot of dirt on it but who had time to clean the outside of there building.

Carefully she knocked on the door and waited deciding to ignore the quiet yelling for the kids to stay at the table from inside. Finally the door opened revealing a middle aged woman with a lot of grey hairs. She looked worried under the facade of a smile.

"Hello mam, if your hear to set up an appointment to adopt a child its not until one in the evening" The Lady who was probably Mrs Jecory began to shut the door.
"Peter Parker" Mrs Jecory froze.

"What-"

"Peter Parker. Does he live here?" Mrs Jecory looked behind her up the stairs before opening the door and letting Natasha in. Nat could see the other children in the dining room eating some food out of there bowls.

"Look my husband will wake up soon so we need to be quick. Peter doesn't live here anymore, he ran away" She looked worried.
"Why didn't you report it?"
"He- Peter is a good kid, Trey didn't care for him and hated him the most out of all the kids. Trey-" A hand came up to her mouth as tears came down her face "Trey used to starve and beat the poor kid. When he ran away Trey didn't care to report it and i knew he was a smart kid, he was so dam smart, i knew he would be better on his own so i didn't report it either"

A loud slam came from upstairs and the woman's eyes widened.
"Im sorry but you have to go" Mrs Jecory pushed Nat out and closed the door.

Nat would report Trey Jecory to the police with Stark's help, that way it would be taken seriously.

For now she walked back to the tower or at least she was heading to the tower when something caught her eye.

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Peter blinked slowly decided to enjoy the warm feeling running through him, its somewhat dizzying and Peter loves it. Its like a hug he hasn't had in years, its like the peace after a nightmare and Peter made sure to enjoy it.

Not for to long.

He could enjoy the feeling of Meth running in his toxic blood while not being selfish and helping the people. Peter pulled himself up from the floor and realise he was still in his Spider-man suit. At least he doesn't have to change now.

He uses the mucky walls to get up and doesn't focus on the wobble in his legs or how his hands shake, he did however make sure his bag was still in the corner where he left it before jumping off the roof and swinging to the first scream he heard.

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Natasha recognized the red and blue that jumped from the roof and even if she didn't the fact he swung away was identifying enough. It could have just been Spider-man jumping from the roof to help someone out but Nat couldn't help but feel that he was just starting his petrol.

After years Nat had learned to trust in her instincts.

Carefully Natasha found her way up to the roof, the only thing up there seemed to be an old pigeon coop with the door open. She walked over and looked into the coop, it was dirty and on the floor there were ripped blankets with blood stains.

Yet it wasn't that which caught her eye the most. On the floor in the corner there was a bag, a very familiar bag.

And then it clicked.

Peter was Spider-man. The idea of it was so contradictory, Spider-man was known for his good deeds, for stopping robbers and saving children. Peter Parker was a traumatized kid who turned to the wrong things because he was failed by the universe. It did make sense though, most hero's had trauma and it seemed Spider-man was not an exception. It also meant that Spider-man was a drugged up teen.

It was much more understandable now that Peter didn't want to be taken to the tower after being flung into the floor. That reminded her, she should probably take a look around for drugs.

It didn't take long to find them as the boy didn't have many possessions to look through but when she did there was a lot. There were pills and needles all in a little bag. From the look of it Nat assumed it was methamphetamine. She put it in her trouser pocket.

Now what was she to do? She didn't want to leave but she had no idea when Peter would be returning- yet the decision was obvious. She didn't think she could leave Peter knowing everything she did now and so she sat down outside the coop leaning against the doorway to keep an eye out for the teen.

Five hours she waited, thankful for her amazing waiting skills. In that time she had texted Tony a brief massage.

-Hey Tony i think ive found the kid you may want to prep med for a detox-

Tony had quickly replied with an okay and good luck.

Back to the problem at hand though. Nat had been waiting for Peter getting more worried by the second for a kid she barley knew when finally that kid almost collapsed onto the roof. When Nat stood up to make sure the kid was okay she could tell from his body language he was terrified.

At least he was before he fell forwards into Nat's arms completely out cold with blood oozing out of a large gash on his chest.

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The first word that came to Nat's mind was shit.

Shit because she now had a teen bleeding out in her arms.
Shit because said teen was the one she had an unexpectedly come to care for.
Shit because in that moment she had no idea what to do.

And then she sobered herself up and took control of the situation like she was trained to do. Thanking the fact she texted Tony to prep the med bay she decided to focus on stopping the bleeding as much as she could and getting the kid back to the tower.

Laying Peter down on the floor she reached into the pigeon coop and picked up one of the blood stained and hole filled blankets. It was not the cleanest by any standards but it was the best thing to use as a bandage considering the circumstance.

Carefully, she wrapped the blanket around the large cut in his suit, if it could even be called that, and made sure it was secure before picking the poor kid up again. Then she ran, she ran as fast as she could with the skinny teen in what was more a costume then a proper suit. Many people looked at her oddly which was to be expected considering she was Black Widow carrying Spider-man but she was able to run out of there sight before anyone could take a picture.

Finally, she had arrived at the compound where she took the private elevator right up to the floor with the med bay on.

"Hey- OH SHIT" Tony said when the elevator opened and Nat ran out straight to the med bay. He made sure to run right after her "What the hell happened?!"
"He was probably hurt while running around, came back to heal and then he passed out in my arms" Nat carefully put Peter down on the medical bed and stood back to let the doctors and nurses do there job.

They had been prepared to get someone ready for a detox but lucky they were good at sudden changes and started working on the kid right away. Not wanting to get in the way Natasha dragged a worried Tony out the room.

Both of them sat outside the room on the uncomfortable chairs completely worried. It was rather funny really, if it weren't for a very hurt kid in the other room. Tony who was known to be cold and uncaring to the public, the man without a heart, just a billionaire with to much money and power now sitting outside the room of a hurt child he barley personally knew.

Natasha, the cold calculating spy who never let emotions cloud her judgment, the woman who could deal with any type of interrogation tactics and not even change her face while doing so now with hands on her forehead gripping at her red hair.

The two of them were a mess all because one day Nat was helped by a kid when he didn't have to do anything.

Hoping to keep her mind off of the images of the kid on the table bleeding out she decided to tell Tony about what she had learned at the orphanage.

"The kid was abused at the orphanage. He was beaten and starved so he ran away. Trey Jecory didn't care as he was the one abusing the poor kid and Mrs Jecory didn't want the kid to be brought back into the environment so she didn't report him either. She really care's for the kids there." Natasha looked at Tony with a silent question.

The man just sighed.
"I'll see what i can do about it, if we're lucky we will be able to get Trey Jecory away from the poor woman and the kids. I expect he beats her as well?"
"From what i saw she was definitely showing signs of being abused by the man"

She felt angry. Angry at the world for giving a sweet kid like Peter such a shitty life and Tony also seemed to share the same sentiment if the fact he pushed himself off the seat and began to pace back and fourth was any proof.

"I know we barley know the kid but somehow i really care for him already" Tony looked at Nat as if hoping he wasn't the only one who had grown unexplained attached.
"Its kind of hard not to care for him" Nat smiled sadly and reached into her pocket. Inside was the knife Peter had given her the first the they met.

Somehow the small gesture of care meant so much to her. It didn't matter that she was in control of the situation or that she was much stronger then the man, Peter didn't know that and he still helped her, he gave up a knife that he had obviously been using for drugs to make sure what he believed was a woman in danger something to protector herself with.

In some wired twisted way she saw herself in the kid. She could only hope that Peter would get the happy ending she had. Maybe she and Tony could be the ones to give that to him.

Screw that, she WOULD be the one to give him a happy end and nothing would stop her now that her mind was set on it.

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Tony and Natasha wait until a nurse came out looking rather tired after the work.
"The child is healing well, its faster then most people but just barley. Its odd considering how malnourished he was. After he gets food into him his healing will most likely become a lot faster. The Methamphetamine in his system is almost gone so when he wakes he will most likely be irritable and in a lot of pain"

The nurse looked back at the door before continuing "The best thing you can do is care for the poor boy. He will need stability if hes to recover" Tony trusted her works completely. The nurse, Abby, had a niece who died from a drug overdoes. Her sister was abusing the kid and she didn't even notice, Abby herself was rude and refused to help the girl when she came to her high. Only a mouth later her niece was dead and Abby blamed herself for not helping when she could have.

Natasha moved passed Abby with a nod and a smile.

Peter was laid still on the bed with a large bandage wrapped around his probably now sown up chest wound. With no shirt on it was easy to see the arms that looked like they were just bones wrapped in a bit of skin and Natasha was sure if the bandages didn't cover it she could be able to see his rib cage.

"Tony can you get a bowl of water with some ice in and a flannel" She asked running her hand through the kids brown curls. She knew that a fever was a symptom of withdrawals and it would be good to have something cold to put on his head.

While he walked off to get that as she asked Nat collected a sick bowl and put it on one of the chairs near Peter.

Once again Nat carefully ran her finger's through the brown curls not caring that his hair hadn't been washed in probably years, at least not properly. Peter's eyes flickered open as Tony came back through the door.

"Peter, you're safe. You are at the Avenger's compound. I promise i will make sure you are safe" Natasha whispered hoping it would help negate the panic and probable escape Peter will want to do. Although the boy seemed like he still wanted to bolt it was obvious he was to weak to move.

Natasha watched sadly as tears filled Peter's warm brown eye's.
"Tony help" Nat looked up at Tony hopelessly, she didn't want Peter to cry but the only person who she had ever really comforted was Clint, her sister and on one of two occasions she had attempted to help Tony when she found him having a panic attack. Clint would cry, more like whine, into her shoulder and she would just sit there and make occasional comments. For example the time when Clint was trying to hang out with DareDevil but he wasn't able to catch up to the man.

For her sister it was a sort of violent, ill kill anyone who hurts you if you want kind of comfort and it was more then often over the phone as Yelena was in some other country living on a beach because she just could. Yelena was also not one to cry, she would sometimes be annoyed about the fact her boyfriend broke up with her but then she would call a few weeks later telling Nat about how she was in live with a woman and how she realised she never even loved the dick of a man at all.

For Tony however she had only come across him having a panic attack two times. The first was really what got them to become friends because Tony was barley even breathing at the time and when said assassin found him she was able to ground him with a very awkward hug. The second was because Tony and Natasha were drinking and both fell asleep on the sofa, Tony awoke from a nightmare and by proxy also waking up Natasha. Tony grabbed onto her hand and took her pulse as a way of calming down.

So yeah Natasha had calmed people down before just not in the way Peter needed. Tony knew panic attacks so hopefully he would know how to calm Peter down. Tony looked down at Peter's sad little face and tried his best to figure out what was wrong.

"Peter, if your worried about us seeing you differently your wrong. Your a good person who needs help. It doesn't change all the good actions you have done" Tony hoped he got it right. It made sense, Spider-man was supposed to stopped drug deals not stop them and take the drugs for himself. That was how he got the drugs right? How else would a kid get it without money.

The tears only grew in Peter's eyes and began to fall down his face although it was hard to tell if it was from relief of if the attempted reassurance had actually helped. He tried to open his mouth to speak but no words came out only sobs.

"Hey- Why don't we focus on getting the drugs out of your system completely first huh?" Nat said wiping a thumb on Peter's cheek to clear away the tears.

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Peter hoped it was true, that them learning all this wouldn't make them hate him. That once the drugs were out of his system like Natasha said they wouldn't just leave him on the streets again.
He knew it was selfish to want to stay but he had never felt this cared about in years.

Peter took in as deep a breath his body would let him though he knew deep down inside that air would not stop the horror's of withdrawals.

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Peter knew the feeling. He had felt this before. When he had gotten away from the orphanage he had gotten so much deeper into the drugs. It wasn't just to numb the pain of existing anymore, it was just- it was-

It was something. Something in the nothing. In the blur of starving and freezing and- And Peter had tried to stop after Molly pushed him into a wall high as anything when he walking in to get his new round of drugs. He could have pushed her off but he didn't so nothing she did was wrong. He didn't fight back.

She pushed him against a wall and kissed the body she began to expose till she got her fill. Half way through she stuck a pill in her mouth and kissed him. Half way through riding his dick and bashing his head against a wall. Without the pure oblivion of the drugs every touch from her felt painful and sickly. Like needles in his skin pulling at his bones.

Like fire in his mouth. In his bones.

After he walked out of that room with pills and needles in a pretty little bag he stumbled to the bird cage.

Cage.

A cage for a monster.

He felt the tears in his eyes as he cried into the ruined blanket. That night he had stuffed the bag of drugs into the corner and said he would never touch the stuff again.

He could deal with the sickness and the pain. It was interesting to feel.

That was an odd concept because Peter knew pain. He felt it when he went out as Spider-man, when he was with Holly, when he existed before. Yet this was pain, a feeling like no other and yet it couldn't be explained with any other words. Agony maybe as it progressed?

No that went to far. Agony was the feeling after pain and sickness. Agony was the life.

Peter grabbed the drugs and took a weeks worth of LSD. The reaction was quick and everything was to much and yet the right amount he needed. The colours of his dead world brightened to blind him from the pain. He knew what taking LSD did to a depressed person but he wasn't depressed. So what if he matched the symptoms. He did this to himself.

He was getting off topic.

What was the topic.

Something was touching his hand. Something was touching his hair.

Perfume and oil. Gunpowder as well. It was nauseating.

Gunpowder and hand in his hair. Gunpowder and hand in his hair. Gunpowder and hand in his hair. Gunpowder and hand in his hair. Gunpowder and hand in his hair.

Uncle Ben.

A gunshot making blood splatter over his face. The smell of gunpowder with the warmth of blood coating his fingers as he pressed on Ben's gunshot wound. A wound he basically inflicted himself.

He didn't do anything to stop it, he was just as bad as the man holding the gun but Aunt May didnt see it that way. Her hard worked hands ran through his hair after he woke up from nightmares as if he wasn't a monster.

When she died in that house fire he could smell the burning flesh. By the time Spider-man got the the scene the building was smothered in flames and yet he still when in hoping to safe Aunt May.

She was under some rubble burning alive with horrifying screams when Peter got to her. Her clothes were burnt and the metal in her bra had molded into her skin. Her beautiful brown hair was mostly gone, replaced with bubbling bright red skin.

She left painfully all because Peter was weak.

It was his fault.

A hand running through his hair. Someone holding his hand. Perfume and Oil.

He could feel the flames burning his skin from the inside out and he screamed. He thrashed about and cried liquid fire.

"Its okay Peter" A mans voice.
It wasn't okay. He wasn't okay.
"Your doing so good" The voice said again and a lighter more feminine one seemed to agree.

It made him angry without his consent.

"LET ME GO" He struggled as white came into his vision as well as two familiar faces. Once again his mouth and body moved before his brain could.
"I DON'T NEED HELP FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU" He felt the hand that was holding his let go. It was only when his hand contacted Tony Starks face did he realise he had ripped his hand away from the billionaire who was now reeling back from the blow.

Tears filled Peter's eyes as he held the body of a dead little girl. He hadn't been quick enough to stop her from being bashed against a wall. Her head had a dent where it had cracked and bleed oozed fearfully out the open wound. He had knocked her attacker unconscious but that didn't stop the blood colouring her blond plats red and her little pink flowery dress the same crimson shade.

"Im sorry" He cried hugging her little cold body closer. The sent of blood filled his nose but he didn't let go until the police came. That night he was almost arrested because he didn't run quick enough. Maybe he deserved to be arrested.

He was just like the people he fought as Spider-man, maybe even worse, so why should he get to be free.

What time was it? Where was he?

He felt sick. Some kind of gurgling noise was the only warning before he felt his body being turned onto its side as something came out of his mouth. From the taste he identified it as sick. His sick. Huh.

Everything felt foggy and bright and confusing and- and to much.

And yet he felt like he needed to push though because something on the other side of this was waiting for him.

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Watching the kid suffer was horrible. Tony could feel his body clenching and his heart speed up at every groan or cry that comes from Peter. Both he and Natasha stayed by his side, Tony held his hand while Natasha brushed through thus sweaty hair.
After a dew hours of comforting, or at least there best attempt at comforting Peter who probably couldn't even hear them, he screamed. He screamed and cried and thrashed in the bed.

"It's okay Peter" Tony said hoping it would calm the suffering child in the hospital bed before him at least a little bit. He didn't let go of Peter's hand no matter how much he thrashed.
"You're doing so good" Nat ran her hand through his hair again with a pained expression on her face. She really cared for Peter and Tony couldn't blame her. He cared for the kid a lot as well, it was an odd feeling considering he never liked or wanted kids before. Peter was just- different.

"LET ME GO" Peter looked at both Tony and Natasha but it was hard to tell if he was actually seeing them or just hallucinating from the drug withdrawals.
"I DON'T NEED HELP FROM PEOPLE LIKE YOU" Tony was about to reply to Peter when the kid pulled his hand from Tony's grip and hit him across the face.

It hurt like fucking hell, being hit by someone with super strength even when there going though horrible withdrawals would probably do that to you, but Tony could deal with it. Any small drop of anger that came from being hit melted instantly as Peter begins to sob again.
"I'm sorry" He forced out between tears.

Tony was quick to move back to hi- the kids side. Peter wasn't his kid. It was odd to care about someone he barley knew as much as he did right now.

The kid sobbed and sobbed. All the two of them could do was continue to comfort with a hand in sweaty hair or a gentle thumb rubbing at a sweaty palm. Words were sometimes said but it was hard to tell if Peter heard them.

A gargling noise was the first real change from the sobs and cry's. Natasha moved quick and flipped Peter onto his side using one hand to hold his chin while the other supported his body in the position. Tony was about to ask what she was doing when Peter threw up over the side of the bed and onto the floor.

It was mostly bile, which Tony clean up while Nat made sure Peter wasn't going to throw up and choke on it, but that wasn't surprising considering how skinny the kid was. He was probably barely eating and if Tony's assumptions of Peter having a metabolism like Steve's it would have just made the kids hunger worse. Maybe that was another reasons for the drugs. Did they stop Peter from feeling hungry, make it easier to deal with he pains in his empty stomach.

It made Tony feel horribly guilty. Here he was with billions of dollars living in a tower with everything a person could want and even need. He had rooms and rooms to spare, the avengers had a hold fucking floor to hang out on and yet here was Peter Parker, Spider-Man, a child who had suffered so much when he hadn't ever done anything wrong. He deserved so much more then this.

If Peter allowed it Tony might just be able to start fixing that- give the kid what he deserved.

It took about five or so hours for Peter to calm down and then another hour on top of it for the kid to stark waking up slightly. During that hour the two were finally comfortable enough to have one of them leave the room to get thinks that could be needed. Clothing that would fit Peter that wasn't his so called suit, not that the Jumper really fit him that well.

Once Tony was back with clothing for Peter, Natasha forced herself to leave the room and got some food both for Tony, herself and Peter when he woke up. They were just leftovers that could be eaten cold, a few crisp packets and three drinks of water in fist sized plastic cups.

She ignored how her hand shook as she pored the drinks. Whether it was from anger at Trey Jecory for not caring for Peter enough that felt that he had to run away or at whoever was giving a child drugs or maybe even at just the universe for giving such a sweet kid so much suffering. It could have been a sadness as well and for all the same reasons.

All in all it didn't really matter what the feeling was, right now she had to focus on bringing the food and water to the others.

When she got back Tony was watching over Peter rubbing his thumb over the kids palm. When Peter woke up they would talk. When Peter woke up they would understand.

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Hello! I want to start this with an apology. I sadly won’t be in a position to write for a while and I wanted to let you all know. Have no fear I am not in any bad situation I just am unable to write for a while. I don’t know if I will continue this work but I hope I will return one day.

Again my deepest apologies and I hope you all enjoy whatever writing event you enjoy during October.

Love your friendly writer - Matty_pup ❤️