Orphan Spider

Chapter 11

Tony's P.O.V

"He shows signs of abuse, Tony." Nat says straight out. We all sit in silence for a couple seconds.

"Then what can we do about it?" Stephen asks.

"Well, since we aren't completely sure if I'm right, we'll have to look for more clues, I suppose."She answers back. We all look at the kid for a couple of moments, then we look back at the TV.

Abuse? How could she come to that conclusion? I mean, she did point out the red flags... and she is a spy, so I guess that wouldn't be so hard to spot.

But still. If the kid was getting abused, how would we be able to get it out of him? I've only known him for about 2 days.

"Nat, we've only known him for about 2 days. He would never trust us enough and tell us." I say looking back at the kid.

"Then we'll have to gain his trust. Though, that can take a while. So, during the time he's here we'll make sure he's alright. We can't push the subject on him." Nat explains looking at me with determination.

"How long do you think it'll take?" Stephen asks.

"It depends on how long he's been abused. But I would guess... a couple of weeks. If we're lucky." Nat says, a bit unsure.

"Wait, so you're saying we're just going to sit around here, while Peter is maybe getting abused? And we aren't doing anything?" Clint says a bit frantic. Nat has told me that he doesn't really like talking about these types of things. Plus, he has children, so it probably feels extra hard.

"I mean, we can't just barge in on him directly. We aren't sure if he's really getting abused. Happy said those bruises were probably from bullies." I say with a hint of hesitance in my voice.

We sit quietly for a couple of moments until Peter starts to shake. Tears roll down his cheeks and he mumbles quiet apologies. 

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Clint asks worried.

"I think he's having a nightmare." I say starting to shake his upper body, hoping he'll wake up.

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Peter's P.O.V

"May! Where are you!" I yell in our, now burning, apartment. "May! Please answer me!"

"...P...Pete...r...!" I hear all of a sudden from May's bedroom. I rush through the burning hallway and towards May's room. I open her door and what I see inside nearly makes me faint.

Aunt May is laying under some rubble from the falling roof. I make it over to her trying to lift the rubble off of her, but it's too heavy and it burns my hands, leaving nasty marks. I yell in pain and feel the flames behind us inching closer for every second that passes. I start to breathe in too much smoke, my eyes are burning with pain and I open and close them frequently and I feel light headed. But I have to stay awake, I have to be here with May.

"P...Peter... Please...! Get o-out... *cough*... Get out of here...! Otherwise you'll...you'll die...!" She says, getting caught in a coughing fit. "I love you... s-so much. ...P..lease... g-get out of here...! I love you...*cough*" She says and I hear her take her final breath. It was a sharp inhale. Then.... nothing.

Her head fell limp on the floor, her face losing that bright rosy color she always had and a haunting smile was plastered on my, now dead, aunt.

I feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks and I feel the flames close to my back, it hurts like hell, but I give May a kiss on her forehead, stand up and try to make my way out of this burning mess.