Peter Parker, Spider-Man one shots

pTsd suCks but Avengers donT

In the whole 5 months the Avengers knew Peter Parker, they had become a sort of family. They watched movies together, sparred together, had dinner together, Peter had even grown accustomed to calling them Aunt and Uncles. Except for Wanda. She was more like his sister. She really filled the role too.

Anyway, in these 5 months, Peter was the most happy energetic kid they probably have ever met. He was always smiling and making jokes, occasionally playing pranks with, and against Clint.

They of course new about his night job, Spiderman, and grew used to him being out of the tower for his daily parole. They never really talked about what ever happened to Peters past family or why Tony adopted him in the first place, or really anything related to him being Spiderman.

Peter never mentioned anything so they never did. They were great having such a bright kid around. He always lightened the mood.

Especially for Tony.

He was sober about 4 months now.

Even Bucky came out of his room way more. Wanda started helping make dinner with Peter and Steve too. Everything was just so perfect.

Well that's what Peter wanted them to think. Peter knew that he had helped the avengers.

He felt pressured to always be happy or he everyone else would be sad.

He didn't want anyone to pity him, anyway. Especially not his new family. He didn't want them to hate him or something.

So Peter decided to be perfect, always. Never disappoint them.

It wasn't that hard, I mean, it wasn't like they could do anything when he was with them.

They made him feel loved. Safe. Happy. When he left, it was like his mood went in the trash, his anxiety got worse... he realized he was gaining ptsd symptoms.

But it's ok, they don't need to know. They don't need that burden.

PresEnt;

"Hey Pedro, can ya pass the salt."

Peters frame immediately stiffened. He looked up at Sam, nodded and swallowed dryly and handed him to salt.

"H-hey uh can-can you not call m-me u-uh that again?" Peter asked quietly, hoping that this wasn't going to be a big deal.

"Pedro?" Sam asked, saying it again.

Peters breathing picked up. "Y-yes. Th-that." Peter said, staring at his food.

Clint snorted. "Why? Why Pedro? I mean I can think of way worse nicknames. Like..."

Peter stopped listening when he heard it for the third time.

He was there again. Under the rubble.

Being crushed

Being forgotten

Alone... no ones going to help.... no ones there

Help

Help

Help

He

He couldn't breathe-

Peter opened his eyes to his family standing over him... he was laying on the couch... when did that happen? They all looked concerned. He remembered what happened. He must have fainted...

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"Oh my god Peter don't you dare apologize it wasn't your fault." Wanda said, sitting next to him, and hugging him tightly.

"Yeah kid, I'm sorry." Sam said behind her.

"Yeah me too." Clint said.

"So uh kid, care to explain a little bit?" Tony asked. "Oh uh only if you want to of course." He added.

Peter sighed, and looked at the ground beside him.

"мы здесь для вас, ребенок- паук." Natasha said. (We're here for you, baby spider.)

So, Peter told them everything, everything that happened that night and more. And they listened. They cared. They really did. Cause they were his family. And he loved them more then anything.

The Avengers adjusted after that. They were more careful about one another's triggers and mental health needs, checking on each other more, and they felt more comfortable to talk about things.

Even Natasha opened up about her ptsd. That was a shock for a lot of them. But they helped her. And they helped each other. Like a big family. A weird one, but they wouldn't change it for the world.