What happens when Peter Parker texts the wrong number while trying to get ahold of Ned?
Peter let's slip to a random number of his identity as Spider-Man. Soon enough he finds that he has befriend a total stranger.
What is Tony Starks reaction to...
I hate my life dododododo I am stressed dododododo Pls come save me dododododo ✨I hate life✨
I'm alive again. Well. Alive as dead is.
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Over 400 reads...and I got a few new followers. I can't tell if getting followers makes me happy or feel guilty bc Ihaven't updated- (Almost 500 reads by now-)
I'm just gunna go onto the chapter, gunna try and make it long, if I fail I'm sorry.
☆~Third Person P.O.V.~☆
Peter lay in bed thinking about nothing and everything. He had good thoughts but as usual bad thoughts soon started to overwhelm the good ones(mood).
He started thinking about how more people knew his identity, and Tony Stark of all people. Mr. Stark could tell everyone if he wanted to, he could tell people who woukd experiment on him. His life woukd change so much if this were to happen, his friends coukd get hurt or killed. His aunt did hurt him but he still loved her and didn't want anything bad to happen to her.
⚠️T.W. Anxiety attack⚠️ (I'mwriting this from personal experience and what I've read so. Sorry if it's alot different than your experiences)
His breathing started to pick up as these thoughts went into a spiral of what ifs. Tears clouded Peter's vision as he desperately tried to regain control of his breathing. He wasn't worried about disturbing his aunt seeing as it was around 9:30 pm and she was at the bar.
His brown eyes had tears spilling from them as he went further into his spiral. Half the tears were from the anxiety, the other half from his lack of breath and fear of not breathing.
As Peter was getting light headed his heard his phone ring on his bedside table. He looked over to see Mr. Stark calling. He feebly attempted to wipe the tears and control his breaths as he picked up the phone. He took another deep breath before answering the call.
"H-Hello?" He managed to gasp out, he defidently didn't sound ok.
"You ok kid?" He sounded genuinely worried for Peter. He stood and stood near his suit in case he needed to go help the boy.
"Y-Yeah, F-Fine." He choked out as more tears spilled from his doe eyes.
"You sure-?" Tony was certainly worried as he waited for a response, hearing a few gasps for breath.
"Y-...N-No." He couldn't hold it in and let out a small sob as his breath picked up again.
"Alright hold tight kid." He spoke in a calming tone, trying to keep him calm. Tony ended the call and stepped into his suit. He pulled up Peter's address and put all he had into his thrusters.
Tony left his suit outside and rushed inside the building. He opened the door, the apartment smelled sickly of alcohol. He didn't see or hear anyone or anything except for a few gasping breaths down the hall.
The man quickly followed the noise down the hall to Peter's room. He opened the door to see the boy very clearing having an anxiety attack. Tony rushed forward and pulled Peter into a tight hug. He whispered reassuring words to Peter and held him to his chest to try and get him to match his breathing.
After about thirty minutes Peter's breathing had subsided into small, heavy breathes. Tony was still holding the boy close, he had stopped whispering reassuring words by now as he had calmed down.
"Do you want to talk about what that was, kid?" Tony whispered quietly to Peter. The boy shook his head sleepily, he was much to tired and relieved to be breathing to be embarrassed.
The mechanic layed the boy down and tucked him into his bed. He found a piece of paper and wrote a small note for when he woke up.
If you ever need anything dont hesitate to call me. I'll always be here to help if you need it. Message me when you get up and let me know how you're doing and if you want to talk.
Tony left the note and a glass of water and left the apartment. He finally got home to the tower around 1:00 am.
He had to tell Peter that Fury wanted him caught but didn't want to make him have another anxiety attack. He got changed and for once went to bed and not to his lab. It had been a long day and he needed some sleep for the next day. He hadn't slept at all the past few days so tonights rest was needed.
K.....uhm. I'm aware this wasn'tvery long but I just had to get something out. I thank innittherapeutic for giving me the motivation to finish the chapter.
I really am sorry that Ican't write longer chapters. I think I'm going to start a one shot book for all the ideas I have. Those will definitely be longer bc Idon't have to divide it into chapters. I also may start a Harry Potter story.
I would also like to say that I'm changing my name to NexTheDevil.
Me and my friend have a shared account for writing a story. It hasn't been started yet but we have started the planning. So. If you would like to read it once we start writing go follow NexAndMisty.
That's all....bye for nowguys, guys, gals and theys.(I totally stole this from a story I read. Writen by HeyCutiehere.)
(Edit: if you didn't see my announcement all my followers are now my adopted younger siblings. Effective immediately. Idc if I'm technically younger your now all my younger siblings and I'm your brother.)
