Lost and never found...(depressed peter parker fanfic)

I have returned, Chap 14

3rd Person POV
"Also, why do you smell like beer? " Deadpool questioned. "Umm, well i-... " Peter trailed off, unsure of whether or not he should tell him the truth "he's a hero, he could help me couldn't he? He could get me out of here? But, Mr. Moris is great at lying, if Deadpool didn't believe me, and I tried to tell him but ended up back here, it wouldn't end well. Mr. Moris has told me time and time again that if I ever try and tell anyone he would kill me for real. I can't risk it. " Peter decided in his head. "Well, i've been... d-drinking. I've b-been drinking at a party all night, s-so that's why I smell like beer... " Peter lied, praying that Deadpool would fall for it. "No, that's a lie. " Deadpool said while putting back on his suit. "You don't look drunk, plus, you really don't seem the type for underage drinking. So tell me, why do you smell like beer? And why are you all beat up?" Deadpool's fun, giddy attitude was gone, and he sounded serious and slightly concerned. Peter didn't know what to do. He wasn't even supposed to be here, he had wanted to be dead, he DID want to be dead. Peter gave up, he finally, after all these years of trying, of convincing himself that one day things would get better, he gave up and tried to kill himself. But now Mr. Stark was taking care of him, now Deadpool was in his room worried for him, he gave up, but maybe he can start trying again? Is it worth it? Is possibly prolonging his pain worth the chance that things really could finally get better? He gave up on that, but could he go back? Could he try again? Peter wanted to. Peter really wanted to try. He had never given up on anything in his life! he had always fought and worked and TRIED. What had he been doing these past years? Cutting himself, starving himself, trying to KILL himself? Since when was Peter the type to give up like that? When had he become the type? When had he lost himself? Peter was done with that. He wanted help. He wanted Mr. Moris to go to prison. He wanted his bullies at school to be expelled. He wanted to go to a therapist. He wanted to stop cutting. He wanted to find value in life again. He couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize that he didn't want to give up, that he was just scared. This might be his last chance to change things. He firmed his resolve and opened his mouth. "It was the owner of the orphanage, Mr. Moris. He hit me and smashed a beer bottle over my head. He does it all the time, ever since I first came here." Peter didn't stutter, he needed Deadpool to hear this loud and clear. He didn't know where this newfound confindence was coming from, but he was glad it was there. The two boys stood there for what seemed to be forever. Peter already thinking maybe he shouldn't have done that, maybe Deadpool didn't believe him. Whatever that sudden confidence was, it was long gone. He was scared, but he didn't regret saying it. He was happy that it was out there. But still fucking terrified. Deadpool was shocked, to say the least. He had only talked to Spidey once, twice if you count tonight, but he really liked him. He had a similar sense of humor to him, and he was funny and strong and easy to get along with and, now that he saw him without his mask, goodlooking. Deadpool had never imagined that the amazing Spiderman was a traumatized kid with an abusive guardian. Before he even knew what he was doing, Deadpool was hugging Peter. Peter flinched away at first, not expecting the sudden hug, but eventually relaxed into it. Peter hoped that this hug meant that Deadpool believed him and would help him. "I'm sorry, Spidey. If I had known sooner I woulda done something." Deadpool sounded sad and apologetic. "It's o-okay. But please, h-help me. Help me get a-away from him. Away from h-here." Peter was practically begging. "I will, so hang tight.". Deadpool pulled away from the hug and got out his swords, his mask contorted in an angry face, but Peter stopped him. "W-woah! No! No swords! No m-murder! No anything! This is not h-how you should go about this!" Peter frantically explained. Deadpool, with a dissapointed look on his mask, put his swords away. Just then, they heard a car pull up and someone get out. Deadpool went to the window and looked out, before turning to Peter with a suprised look on his face. "Uhhh, dude? I think billionare, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark is outside." Deadpool said. "What!? Mr. Stark is here?" Peter rushed to the window, and sure enough there was his mentor, Tony Stark in the parking lot, looking quite distressed. "S-shit!" Peter whispered. "Spidey, everything gucci?" Peter deadpanned at Deadpool's phrasing, but quickly began to freak out again. 'I shoulda known he'd come looking for me! But, isn't this good? I've already decided that i'm gonna tell people, that i'm gonna get out of this, and if anyone can get me out of this situation it's Mr. Stark.' Peter really did want help. He really did want to get out of here, and to get better, and to stop giving up. So he went up to the window and started climbing out of it. "Whoa! Spidey!" Deadpool sounded scared. "Sticky powers, r-remember?" Peter replied, now crawling down the side of the building. "Oh, right. I'll just wait up here then!" was Deadpool's response. Within seconds Peter was on the ground and limping towards Tony. "Mr. Stark!" He shouted. Tony turned around at the voice and releif flooded his face as he saw peter. But that releif turned to concern and slight anger when he saw that Peter was limping and had some new cuts and bruises on his face. "Peter!" Tony ran towards him and helped support him to stand. "Peter, what happened? Why did you run off? Why are you hurt?" Tony was very worried. Peter asked Mr. Stark if they could sit down on a bench. Once they were seated, Peter took a deep breath, and spoke. He told Tony about the things Mr. Moris had done to him, about his bullies at school and his Aunt and Uncle, about Ned and MJ and his selfharm and attempted suicide. He told him how numb and sad he felt, but how he wanted so badly to get better and be happy. Peter was crying by the time the conversation was over, and Tony looked like he was going to. "Kid, i'm so so sorry. I...I knew that something was going on, with all the injuries and the stuttering and of course when you...jumped. But I never thought it was something this bad. I'm so sorry kid." tony sounded heartbroken. "It's f-fine Mr. Stark, you couldn't h-have known. Plus, I was trying my hardest to k-keep it a secret, so there's that too.". Tony looked away, a bit nervous. "You'know kid, I...I used to get beat too. By my father. He was an obsessed bastard, didn't care about me at all. So, anytime I said or did anything out of line, he'd beat me within an inch of my life and call me every degrading thing in the book. It happened my whole life, but I finally got up the courage to tell my best friend, Rhody, about it and he helped me get out of there. I still get nighmares sometimes, and sometimes I just get plain sad, but I'm alot, and I mean ALOT better than I was before. I'm happier, healthier, and it's all because I reached out and told someone. I'm gonna help you kid, because you're my intern, and because you asked for my help." Once Tony was done talking, Peter was at a loss. He had never imaginied that the confident, genious, billionare, hero Tony Stark had grown up being abused. He felt sorry for him. "Mr. Stark, i'm so s-sorry..." "Meh, it's alright kid. Like I said, i'm better now. And I promise that one day you will be too. So stay here while I go to that orphanage and deal with this shit." Tony got up and started walking away. "O-okay! Oh and Mr. S-stark? When you come back there's gonna be an extra person sitting here with me." Peter yelled after him. "What? Why?" Tony was confused. "Because Deadpool's i-in my room." Peter stated like it was the most normal thing in the world. Tony just nodded and turned around, choosing not to question his intern's possible affiliations with Deadpool. Peter got up and limped over to under his window. "Deadpool! Come d-down here!" He yelled. In less than a second Deadpool had jumped out the window and landed right next to Peter. "So, is billionare, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark gonna kill your abuser, or...?" Deadpool questioned, having heard little snippets of the conversation. "Wha- No! F-for the last time Deadpool, there will b-be no murder!" Deadpool started laughing, finding Peter's exasperated scolding hilarious. Peter thought that that laugh was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

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Soooooo...I'M SO SORRY!! I know it has been literal YEARS since I last updated and to be honest I just fucking forgot about this story. I know that most of you have probably also forgotten about it but for those of you who are still waiting, here you go! Hopefully I will update again soon, have a great day and sorry again! Also I went back and changed Stephen to Steve beacause i've decided that I like Tony x Steve way better.