Avengers and Spidey One-Shots

more broken than you

Here's an angsty one
Hope you like it

Peter's POV

I can't take this anymore.

Aunt May died of cancer 10 days ago.

MJ moved away.

Flash's bullying is getting worse by the day

Ned is no help

Tony doesn't care, he never did, I'm just a charity case to him, like sure, he was adopting me and he said that i have to live in my apartment because I'm not technically allowed to live with him yet, but what if that's a lie and he just doesn't want me to be with him?

Anyways The avengers think I'm an annoying teen that hangs out here.

Spider-Man is just stressful.

I haven't eaten in 5 days, I'm down to 112 pounds because of my metabolism

I haven't slept in about 3 days.

My school works going downhill

My anxiety and depression is killing me from the inside out.

Now, where's that rope?

Meanwhile at the compound...

"NO I WANT TO PICK UP PETER TODAY!"

"ITS MY TURN CLINT!"

"NO ITS NOT TIN CAN!"

"GUYS WE ALL KNOW IT MY TURN"

"THAT IS FALSE INFORMATION BUCKY!"

"GUYS SHUT UP! ITS MY DAY!"

"NO ITS NOT SAM!"

"WILL YOU BOYS SHUT UP? ITS MY DAY TO PICK UP МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ПАУК!"

"SHUT IT NATASHA."

"You're dead Clint."

"Yup." He said as he ran out of the room.

"I wasn't gonna do anything."

"Oh good." Clint relieved dropping from the vents

"Hey fri? Pick a random avenger."

'My random avenger generator has picked Mr.Barton'

"HAHA SUCKERS!" He said grabbing his keys and running to the garage

~|~|~this is where the endings change, skip a few oneshots for a different ending~|~|~

Back to Peter, half hour later.

Found the rope, great.

I tied the noose and placed the chair in position and questioned what I was doing.

Should I do this?

Yes, no one cares about you.

Not what I meant, I meant should I use a razor instead?

Take a few slices, see if it's right, if not use the rope.

Good idea.

I know.

I grabbed a razor in the bathroom and cut my wrist a few times, bright red blood dripped on the white tile.

Drip, Drip...

"Doesn't feel right." I told myself walking back to my room, stepping on the chair

"Goodbye." I said, about to step off the chair when I heard the front door open and someone call out.