Am I... The Villian? {~Book One~} {~2021-2022~}

Chapter Sixteen; {~I swear I'll never leave you. I swear upon it~}

{~10/30/2021~}
{~Unedited~}
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Ever Enough
{~Book; One~}
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WARNING: ⚠️
{~This chapter contains, Panic Attack, mentions of abuse,  if I missed any please tell me~}

{~Previously On~}

Third Person Pov~
Peter was an empty hollow shell of his former self, the hard part was that the boy knew it. The easy part was that there was nothing the boy could lose since he already lost everything. He lost his sanity as well as his self preservation. To him, Peter was nothing more then a weapon. Peter wasn't even his name. Weapons didn't have names. They didn't have anything besides the trigger that set them off. A trigger that made the seemingly passive object hostile.

He was made to kill, not made to feel sympathy or any emotions of any kind. He didn't know why he was crying, he didn't know how to answer Stephan's question. He just knew that crying and clinging to the older man made him feel weightless. Made him feel... safe.

  "That's okay, feeling nothing is normal after experiencing something traumatic. It's the after shock. So don't think to hard about this buddy, everything's going to get better." Stephan called, soon sighing. He pressed together his eyes before speaking once more. His voice was much softer and even more so truthful. He didn't want to lie to the kid, he didn't want to make empty promises that he wasn't sure if he could keep. The kid seemed to have too many of those already, the word Promise wasn't something Peter believed or even trusted in.

  "Peter it's going to be hard, and it will take time. I can't promise that it won't get worse before getting better. I just want you to know you've made it through the worst of it, and even though this will be hard, you'll have us to help you through it. You don't need to keep fighting this battle alone, you don't even need to trust us. Just know we'll be there to catch you when you fall. You don't have to fight alone anymore."

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{~Present Time~}
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Third Person Pov~
  "Want a piggy back ride?" Bruce called as he lifted another box, his attention soon shifting to the boy who held onto the railing in a desperate manner. They were currently in the elevator heading up to one of the four floors Tony had issued the avengers. The current residents of the tower were to be split upon those three floors the forth having been preserved for Tony, Stephan and Harley. Peter remembered this as Bruce had explained it to him while he was collecting the boxes from the FedEx vehicle Eddie sent their way. Bruce hadn't announced it yet, though he knew Peter was sure to find out soon enough.

  Since most if not all of the residents of the Stark tower had trauma, Bruce and Stephan decided it would be best to limit how many people were on each floor. Deciding to put those who are comfortable around each other together. Each floor was to be scoped out as well, leaving Bruce's floor without any sharp objects, loose medication, open cleaning supplies and alcohol of any kind. Anything that could've hurt the residents of the floor.

  Bruce knew about Peter's fear of small spaces, though he assumed it would be alright due to the fact the boy wasn't able to see said walls closing in on himself. Though as much as that was in fact the case, Peter was still terrified. This time however it was because the elevator was moving, shifting from level to level. Bruce shuffled back knowing the boy found comfort in his presence, and when he had, it seemed almost as if the boy relaxed into his presence.