Far From My Home [COMPLETE]

Chapter 17: Holy Shawarma

Peter's POV

Crap.

Crap.

Crappity-crap.

Well, this is just awesome. He's going after them. All of them. Because of me. He's gonna kill half of Europe. Because of me.

"Peter," a gentle voice penetrates my thoughts, soft fingers pulling me back to the present, tracing soothing circles onto the back of my hand. "Peter, breathe."

You are my Sunshine... my only Sunshine...

"You're okay, Peter. You're strong."

You make me happy...

"I'm here for you."

When skies are gray...

"You don't have to do this alone, Peter."

You'll never know, dear...

"You'll never be alone."

How much I love you...

"We're gonna be okay."

Please don't take my Sunshine away...

But that's exactly what Beck's gonna do.

"Ouch," I wince as Happy continues stitching me up, no longer distracted from the pain.

"I thought you had super strength?" Happy questions calmly.

"It still hurts," my grip on Y/N's hand tightens, being extra careful not to crush her though, as he hits a particularly painful spot. "Happy-"

"Relax," Y/N tries to calm me down.

How the fudge am I supposed to relax right now?

"Just a few more," Happy's low voice assures.

Honestly, yes, that stupid needle hurts like hell, but I have way bigger problems to worry about.

The longer I sit here, the closer Beck comes to killing everyone I care about and destroying most of the world. And guess who's fault it is? Yup, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man's. Or is it the mysterious European vigilante, Night Monkey's?

"Rel-"

"Don't tell me to relax, Happy!" I snap, abruptly standing up. I can feel the pent up anger and anxiety filling me up. There's not a person on this earth who doesn't feel those emotions at least sometimes. But guess which one has heightened senses? Guess which one literally has the weight of the world on his shoulders? Guess which one has the lives of everyone in an entire city in their hands right now? And if things take a turn for the worse, those people's blood will be on whose hands? "How can I relax when I've messed up so bad?"

I feel Y/N's gaze on me, but I don't want to look in her eyes. Because I know it will calm me down. But I really can't be calm right now! I can't keep it all in anymore.

"I trusted Beck, right?" I begin again. "I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing Mr. Stark left behind for me and now he's gonna kill my friends and half of Europe, so please do not tell me to relax!"

I look up at his face- oddly understanding, considering he's still Happy. I finally dare to glance at Y/N, who looks as if she's on the verge of an anxiety attack of her own. She shouldn't have to go through this. Any of this...

But she is. Because she wanted to be here for you. She wants to be here for you. She is here for you.

I take a seat beside Y/N, silently asking if it's okay to hug her. She nods gently, fresh tears pricking her beautiful eyes, and I wish more than anything that I could make everything better.