"Kid, why are you handing me a knife?" "It's to punish me with, sir," "Kid, no one's going to hurt you here," "Why?" Peter doesn't remember much of the kindness his Parents or Aunt and Uncle showed him. The blood on his hands that he didn't want. The scars and brands he earned from never breaking, for never not choosing kindness. Or, Peter was raised as Hydra's Lab rat and is a trained assassin until the avengers find him and try to help. Originally posted on my AO3 but I kept forgetting about it so I have decided to move it on to my Wattpad and finish it for good!
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