Silence

Thirteen

I had Natasha drive me into the city when she went to go pick up Sage. She pulled up in front Queenie's and she grabbed my arm before I got out. "If you feel bad at all, call me and I'll come get you." I nodded and let me go. "I love you baby spider." I grinned and went to get out. "L-Love you too Aunt Nat." Her face split into a huge smile and she drove off, leaving me on the curb. I turned and walked into Queenie's, an hour late for my shift. "Barton!" Frank called, letting me behind the counter. "Why are you late?" He crossed his arms and I sighed. "There was an accident and I was in the hospital." His eyes widened slightly at my voice and he frowned. "Why are you here?" I shrugged and grabbed an apron. "I couldn't be surrounded by everyone after what happened. They kept hounding me and asking me if I was alright. Telling me they were so worried. Telling me that I almost died." I tied the material over my shirt and tugged down a bit of my jacket. "I was caught in the middle of a robbery and shot." I showed Frank the scarring and he hissed. "I'm sorry kid." I shrugged and walked up to the counter, ready to see some customers. "Wade will be here in about an hour and then I have to bounce, I started school last week." I smiled and Frank disappeared into the back.

"Hey Peter." Wade greeted, coming up behind me. "Wade." I muttered and turned to see him. "Did you see on the news that Spiderman was shot? In the neck no less." His face held something, fascination and worry. "Ah yes, my family works close with him, he's better now." I somewhat lied and he narrowed his eyes at me. He grabbed me and dragged me into the back. "Wade what are you doing?" He let go and blocked the exit. "You're Spiderman aren't you?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Wh-What no!" Wade gave me a look and he tugged down the top of my shirt. "That scar, you got shot and it wasn't there when you left yesterday. You have a freckle right under your lip, that was caught on camera when Captain America lifted up your mask to allow you to breathe." He put his finger on my bottom lip and my breath hitched. He leaned in and our faces were inches apart when the bell at the counter went off. We jumped apart and I pushed past him.

I went to the counter and Wade followed me. "Hello, what can I get for you today?" I greeted, my face red. The customer listed a few drinks and I quickly entered them into the system. "That'll be twelve seventy four." I left Wade to deal with the payment and I began making the four drinks ordered. The customer went to go sit down and Wade leaned on the counter to my left. "We need to talk about what just happened." I rolled my eyes and put one of the finished drinks on the counter. "We have nothing to talk about. Don't breathe a word of my identity to anyone and we won't have a problem. And don't pull anything like that again." I hissed and he rose an eyebrow mockingly. "Wow, Spiderman threatens innocent citizen." I blew a breath of air out of my nose and flinched at the pain in my throat. I finished making the drinks and walked them over to the waiting customer. I turned to Wade and he smirked. "I'm calling my aunt." I muttered and pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Frank won't be happy." I waved Wade off and disappeared into the back.

I waited outside for Aunt Nat. I wasn't happy when Wade decided to close up shop early and wait with me. "Are they coming?" Wade questioned after ten minutes. "It's a long stretch of road." I muttered and wanted nothing more than to leave. He was really starting to bug me. "Maybe they forgot." He shrugged and I glared at him. "Wade shut the fuck up." I hissed and finally the familiar black car pulled up. The passenger window rolled down and Steve smiled at me. "Sage needed to have a check up, so Nat stayed with them." I nodded and climbed in. "See you tomorrow sweet cheeks." Wade smiled and Steve started to pull away. I leaned out the window and shouted, "Fuck you!" at the older boy.

Steve got us home and I stormed inside after the car came to a stop. "Where are you going?" Clint called from the kitchen and I took out my hearing aids. I left them on the kitchen counter and stomped into the gym, wanting to punch something.

My anger had me lacking any proper protection when I was beating the shit out of things. Which is why my knuckles were split and bleeding when the punching bag finally broke and crashed to the floor in a heap of sand and rubber. I huffed, my anger dissolving into sadness and fear. Wade held such a valuable secret in his hand and what he did with it was all up to him. Maybe I should quit that job. I don't want to mention anything to Clint because I fear he'd be angry at me. I should've been more careful, I probably shouldn't have gone to work. Maybe the police should've dealt with those robbers.

With those thoughts in mind, I turned, jumped up and kicked my foot through another punching bag.

I went to shower, not caring about eating, though I could feel everyone in the kitchen, I didn't want to join them. They're all special, they're people with good hearts.

I wrapped my hands and laid down in bed, putting my head under the pillows and promptly falling into a restless sleep.