Mr. Stark, I'm not okay

Trying

Hey guys, I just want to say that this part might be especially triggering for suicide and eating disorders, keep that in mind, I don't want to cause any harm <3

Peter looked up at the avengers, who were all staring at him. Tears threatened to spill and they were making his sight blurry. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His heart was beating fast let out a shaky breath. He had only stood there for a few seconds, but it felt like hours. 
"Peter",  someone said carefully, trying to start a conversation. Fuck. He didn't want to have his conversation, he couldn't. But what other choice did he have?
 When you are stressed your body releases adrenaline, giving you more energy and making sure that you have quick reflexes in case of danger, triggering the fight or flight response. Usually, Peter would have chosen fight, fighting whatever danger in front of him. But this time, when the only danger was words, people who cared about him, he chose flight.

Quickly Peter turned around and sprinted towards the corridor, taking the stairs three steps a time. He ran the fastest he could towards his bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. The other avengers reacted as well by Peter suddenly fleeing. Most of them were up and running only a few seconds after Peter, but reaching the door too late. Tony started pulling on the door, trying to open it. "FRIDAY unlock the door" he demanded.
"I am sorry Mr Stark, I am not allowed to do that", FRIDAY replied with a neutral tone. 
"OVERRIDE DAMMIT!" Tony screamed tugging at the handle. But nothing happened. Peter must have hacked FRIDAY again. For every second Tonys, worry grew bigger, for every second Peter was alone and Tony couldn't protect him. He knew how dangerous a suicidal person could be to themselves. The whole team knew and that was why they were so eager to open the door. They knew that the doors were next to impossible to kick in, Steve had tried once, but it ended with him getting injured. Natasha firmly pushed Tony away from the door. At first, he didn't understand was she was doing, but then it hit him. She was picking the lock. 

The door swung open and everybody who had been in the corridor ran inside the room. At first, they didn't see him, but then at the heartbreaking sound of a child crying they turned around. Peter was sitting on the window ledge, open window and legs dangling over the city.
"Petey, come down from there please", Bucky begged. Peter didn't say anything, only sniffed. Then he braced himself and jumped.

The first few seconds were quiet. Peter wasn't falling, he was flying. It was peaceful, flying towards his goal, towards death. For the first time in months, Peter felt something else than sadness, he felt numbness. But a peaceful type of numbness, no feelings, nothing. Then it all got ruined. A body collided with Peters and his head hit something cold and hard. Vibranium. 

"Petey, come down from there please", Bucky begged. Peter didn't say anything, only sniffed. Then he braced himself and jumped. Everybody gasped. He did it, he had actually jumped. For every second they didn't do anything Peter was closer to death. Yet nobody moved, the terror paralyzed them. Finally, Steve reacted, without hesitation, he grabbed his shield and threw himself out of the window as well. 

"Let me go! I don't want to! I want to die!" Peter cried hysterically as Steve carried him into the compound. He screamed and kicked but Steve held the boy tight. 
"I WANT TO DIE!" Peter screamed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. The others heard the screams from the elevator and ran down to the living room, Bruce and Wanda joining as well. The elevator doors opened, Steve standing in the middle, Peter hanging over his shoulder, screaming and kicking to get free from the super-soldier. He got put down on the couch, immediately trying to run away, but they all stopped him and pushed him back down.

Peter had calmed down a bit and was only crying. Starring at a spot on the wall, it was almost as if he didn't know that everybody else was in the room with him. Wanda carefully laid a hand on his shoulder, waking him from his trans. Peter looked up in the room, on all the familiar faces, worriedly starring at him. And then he cried. It was a soft cry this time, calm but just as painful. He curled up to a ball on the couch, hiding his face in his hands and cried.

Tony sat down next to him, letting the teen cry into his chest.
"It's okay, your alright Pete", He comforted, rubbing small circles on Peters back. Everybody else just stood around, starring. 
"Guys let's go make some breakfast", Bruce suggested, giving Tony and Peter some privacy. The Avengers left the room quietly, in shock from the recent events.

"I'm sorry" Peter sobbed into Tony's chest. 
"Pete, you have nothing to be sorry for, you know I love you like my son", Tony comforted.
 "But you and I are gonna have a serious talk" He continued. Peter nodded, he knew that they would have to talk.
"But for now we can just watch a movie", Clint said who had come into the room with a tray full of almost every breakfast food you could imagine. The others came back in right after him with plates and glasses. They put on a Disney movie and sat down in the living room.

 The last thing Peter wanted to do was eat, but he politely took the chocolate-filled croissant that was handed to him. Oh god, so many calories, he couldn't eat that, he would gain weight, he would get fat, he would become more disgusting than he already was. 
" You know I can read your mind, right?"  Wanda said without looking away from the TV. Fuck. Peter would just have to throw it all up in a while. Or pretend to fall asleep. Goddammit, why did eating have to be so hard? Peter thought.
"Peter!" Wanda exclaimed, looking at him this time. She walked over to the couch and sat beside the teen. She grabbed a chocolate-filled croissant for her self off the tray.
"On three," She said. "one", "two", "three", they took a bite together at the same time. Wanda took Peters hand and smiled. 
"That went pretty well, don't you think?".
"Yea, thanks Wanda", Peter said weekly. He looked up at her.
"Again?" He wisperd. Wanda nodded.