Peter Parker~Whump

#6~Insomnia

Everyone has secrets. Peter had multiple secrets. Spiderman, that he lives with the avengers etc. But one secret that he keeps from his family is his insomnia. Ever since Homecoming he had been having horrible nightmares of the vulture and therefore began to fear sleep.

He began to pull a Tony and drink Coffee to survive the nights. Since Aunt May was always out for late night shifts it was easy to keep a secret, and he was ok for sleeping there since there was no one to wake up with his blood curdling screams.

But when Mr.Stark invited him for a sleepover on the weekend he didn't think twice before accepting. So really, Peter brought this on himself.....

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Peter and Tony were working in the lab at 2 a.m. Peter had fallen asleep on the table, and Tony decided he deserved some rest, so didn't wake him up to move him.

So as Tony was finishing up his project he sure was surprised when he was snapped out of his focus and train of thought with a strangled scream.

His head snapped towards the source of the sound and gasped.

It was coming from Peter.

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He was trapped. The rubbled was suffocating him. Every time he took a breath it was filled with dust reaching his lungs. He was suffocating, dust particle by dust particle. HIs lungs were screaming, but he couldn't hear himself.

Toomes maniacal laughter was ringing in his head, a migraine forming in his head.

His arms were strained, his body was being slowly crushed, every part of his body was getting squished. Every part of him screamed in protest.

There was no one there. He was going to die. No one was going to come. No one was going to dare. He was going to die all alone.......forgotten.

He let out a scream and all his emotions poured into it.

All he wanted to do was see Mr.Stark one more time.

Mr.Stark.

Mr.Stark

He could practically hear him. He was calling his name. Pe'r

Pet'r

Peter!

Wait...he was saying it frantically.

PETER!!

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Peter snapped out of his deep sleep to a frantic looking Tony who was shaking him.

"Wh't?" He asked disorintetly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He looked around. Everything seemed vaguely familiar.

The lab.

He was in the lab.

With Mr.Stark

Peter stood up quickly, practically throwing Tony off him.

"Oh my gosh Mr.Stark I'm so sorry- I didn't think- I didn't mean for- I-"

Tony cut him off by grabbing his shoulders firmly.

"Kid calm down. You didn't wake me up, and I'm just fine. The question is are you?"

Peter looked down guilty. "It-It doesn't happen often.." He said lying.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Kid you know you can't lie to me. Let's go sit down and sip some hot chocolate and talk."

Peter nodded.

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Once they were all situated sitting in front of a fireplace, warm blankets wrapped around them a mug of warm hot chocolate in each of their hands, Tony asked the question Peter had been dreading.

"Now explain. What happened?"

"I-. Before I tell you I need you to know this is NOT your fault. Ok? You wouldn't have been able to prevent it."

Tony nodded slowly, before urging Peter to continue.

"Well- homecoming. I never told you the whole story. While I was there,... Toomes, h-he dropped a warehouse on me. I-I was suffocating. I was drowning. I was getting crushed- an- and it hurt, Mr.Stark."

By then Peter was in tears.

"I have nightmares of being under the warehouse. In the end I lifted it off myself but I was so terrified. At that moment I doubted myself. I doubted that I was strong. I doubted I was cut off to be a superhero.

I'm weak. I constantly get nightmares. I am scared to sleep. That's how pathetic I am."

By then he was crying in Tony's embrace. Tony was tearing up to.

"Kid.. this was partially my fault. I should have given you the suit. But I know you hate it when I blame yourself so I am not going to do that right now. But instead I need you to listen to me. Getting nightmares is not weak. It is brave. It shows you are strong. To face something so big. You are strong, to have survived all the trails and all the tribulations this life has thrown your way. And everyday you wake up with a smile on your face. You know what kid? That is the definition of strong. You are the definition of strong."

By then Peter was smiling, tears streaming down his face.

And if anyone came downstairs to find two mugs of cold hot chocolate, a weak flame coming from the fireplace, and father and son cuddling in thick blankets, no one said a word.

But of course a picture was taken for blackmailing purposes.

~851 Words~

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