That Wasn't Meant For You

Chapter 2

Peter's POV

I woke up in a white room, laying on a white bed. Where am? I realised that I was attached to some tubes and a heart monitor. I jumped right? So why am I here then? And where is here? What happened last night?

I heard a soft snoring coming from beside and when I turned around I saw Mr. Stark.

Shit shit shit shit shit. And then all the events of last night came rushing back to me; sitting on the pillar, the people yelling, me falling, but not hitting the water. No, something caught me, something red. Mr. Stark must have caught me. Shit that means he read the message. And now he knows I'm weak and he won't want me around! He'll probably take the "internship" away again!

Third person POV

As all these thoughts rushed around Peter's head, he didn't realise Tony had woken.

Tony was watching Peter carefully, he knew Peter was struggling and probably about to have a panic attack, and he also knew he should help the kid. But he just wanted to watch a little longer, just to find all the warning signs, so he could help Peter later on.

After Tony thought he had figured them all out, he moved onto the bed next to Peter and started rubbing his back.

"It's ok Pete." Tony said in a calming voice.

"I'm so s-sorry Mr Stark!" Peter choked out.

"Don't be sorry. It's ok. But do you maybe want to talk about it?" It was obvious Tony was struggling to say the right thing.

"No, no, it's ok. I just had a moment." Peter did not want to talk about this ever.

"It's obviously not just a moment. I seen the scars on your wrists and thighs Peter!" Tony's voice kept rising until he was yelling.

"I'm sorry." Peter whispered while silent tears streamed down his face.

"No, Pete, don't be sorry. I just hate to see you like this. So... not ok." Tony said trying to find the right words. "How about I let you get some rest and we can talk more later ok?"

"Ok Mr Stark." Peter said before snuggling into the blankets.

Tony watched Peter for a minute before walking out to go and get a drink.

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"Tony what's wrong?" Steve asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why does something have to be wrong for me to drink." Tony said coldly.

"You've been sober for months and now you're just going to ruin that? And for what?" Steve said.

"Shut the fuck up Steve! It's my life not yours!" Tony screamed at Steve. "Just... please go."

Steve could see Tony was hurting bad and he wanted to be there for him, wanted to help in anyway he could, but right now, that meant leaving tony to drown his sorrows in a bottle of whiskey.

"The kid nearly died. I nearly lost him." Steve could barely hear what Tony said.

"How?" Was all Steve said.

"Suicide." Tony whispered.

"It's going to be ok, Tony. You didn't lose him, only nearly." Steve tried to be comforting. Tony stood up and turned to face Steve.

"It's not going to be ok! The kid tried to PURPOSELY kill himself! HOW IS THAT OK STEVE?!" Tony fell to the floor crying.

Steve moved over and sat on the floor next to Tony, rubbing circles on his back. "Shh, Tony, you're ok. You're going to get through this." Steve said before picking Tony up and carrying him to his bedroom.

"Wait, Steve... don't go, please?" Tony said slurring a little from the alcohol. Steve stopped at the doorway and turned around.

"You want me to stay?" He asked, confused.

"Please?" Steve walked over to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers and listened to Tony's breathing as they both fell asleep.

A/N
I'm not gonna lie I forgot about this. Anyway here's a new chapter, it's pretty shit idek what it is but enjoy ig.