I'll Be Okay - Peter Maximoff & David Haller

Why Can't You Get Off My Mind?

          Something is wrong. 

          David had been continuously complimenting Peters's bedroom when he lost focus on him because of how nauseous he started to feel, the spider was coming back with its grips. He didn't want to be here again, he wasn't ready to face them yet, but he knew he had to. The thought of talking to his father after basically telling him off, made his stomach turn in panic. He knew exactly when to get out of there because of how clammy his hands had become and how his breath came out in small extinguished huffs.

         Peter rushed into the bathroom, closing it quickly before letting his legs collapse on the ground and heaving in the toilet. It was disgusting, nothing but stomach acid came up because he hadn't eaten in a long time. Plus, throwing up at David's didn't help. Although ashamedly, the feeling of vomiting was starting to become euphoric, he was reveling in the fact that he was empty again after so long. Peter sighed heavily at himself, angrily coming to terms with just how toxic his thinking had become over the years. Rubbing his clammy hand against his lips, he stood up to pick up his toothbrush. 

       As he stood brushing, he looked around to notice just how clean everything was, it looked exactly like how it had been before. The mirror was replaced, all the blood and vomit was gone, no trace of any mishap in here whatsoever. He looked towards the shower and sighed again. 

No. 

       Before he could try to convince himself that he didn't need those tools, he heard a loud crash that made him immediately spit into the sink, and try and open the door. Although it was unlocked, the door itself wasn't working. He stopped, bewildered, and tried turning the knob again. Still nothing. He jiggled it hard, as if his whole life depended on it, getting more and more anxiety-ridden with each tug at the door.

"David! I'm locked in here!" He couldn't hide the wavering shakiness in his tone. 

"David! Hello!" He didn't care, he slammed his body a couple of times against the door. 

"Hey!" He was frustrated now, his whole body shaking with fear, the spider choking him, consuming him, and then before it could take its full control, the door broke under the weight. When he looked up from the tile, 

Everything was in the air.

"David!"

        As soon as he said his name, everything dropped. The entire room destroyed, all of his records smashed, books were thrown all over from the shelves, little knick-knacks that were here and there now all on the ground smashed to pieces or cracked significantly. It genuinely looked like a tornado came and tore its way through his room. Peter was shell-shocked, he had absolutely no words for what he just saw.

       David stood in the middle of it all, clutching his head in his hands, shaking now. Peter could see him visibly upset, but the only thing he was really dwelling on was the fact that David was a mutant. A part of him felt it in the beginning, like some magnetic pulse, but it hurt to think that David didn't want to tell him. Or didn't tell him in general. He thought he had made it comfortable enough for David to tell him who he really was because to be fair, Peter willingly told him about being directly in the X-Men. He didn't understand the secrecy. 

      He walked toward David slowly, trying his best to make sure he heard Peter's steps getting closer to him. He didn't want to startle him, just in case his powers counter reacted with his emotions. Concern over-powered Peter, he couldn't understand what he was going through, but he also knew who could, and as he got close enough to try and console him, David flinched.