A New Family - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 33

Peter POV

It had been a week since then. I'm back to patrolling, I waited the two days Dad wanted me to wait for, and crime has gone down significantly. Things between Dad and I were super tense. I don't see him very much. He spends a lot of time with that Harley guy. I'm not upset though, Harley seems like a great guy, besides I've been spending a lot of time with Wade.

"Hey, Dad? Can we -"

"Sorry, Peter. I'm a little busy right now. Harley, can you pass me that wrench?" I hear Dad call back.

"Sure thing, but you can see what he needs, I need a break anyways." I hear Harley say.

"You sure? I don't want to cut back on our time together." Dad asks and I feel my heart drop. It's been like this all week. He's worried more about Harley.

"Yeah, Tony. Go see what he needs." I hear footsteps and quickly wipe the few tears away.

"Hey, Pete, what'd you need?" He asks. I open my mouth, but a small cry escapes. I feel a few more tears fighting to escape.

"Pete? You okay?" I nod, keeping my head down, and turn away from him. I start leaving, but he stops me.

"Hey, bud, talk to me. Something's going on." He bends down, trying to make eye contact, but I lower my head more. I hear him sigh and then he pulls me into a hug.

"Pete, bud, please talk to me. What's going on?" He tries again. I shake my head and pull myself away. I run off to my room and call Wade.

Tony POV

I watch as he runs off and I feel my heart breaking. I know it's my fault.

"Hey, Harley. I've gotta go." I say. I see him nod and I leave. I go to Peter's room and raise my hand to knock, but I hear his voice.

"I think he hates me, Wade. He spends so much time with that Harley kid and I feel like he's forgetting about me." Shit. I didn't mean to make him feel like that. I hadn't even noticed.

"I know, I just worry. He tried to talk to me today, but I got worried. I don't want him to think I'm selfish." Peter's voice rang in my ears.

*TW: Panic Attack and Self Harm*

My heart rate picks up.

"Boss, you are experiencing signs of a panic attack. Shall I call someone?" Fri sounds worried.

"No, Fri. I actually need you to not watch me for a while." I say, struggling to my room.

I go to the attached bathroom and search through the drawers. I hadn't done this in a while. I finally pulled out the small silver razor blade.

"I'm sorry, Pete. My Bambi. Mi Tesoro. I love you more than life itself. I'm sorry I made you think you were unloved. I'm a terrible father.
Stephen. My love. My life. I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry I've been a terrible boyfriend. You deserve better." I say as I pull the blade across my wrists. Then my ankles. Then my thighs. It's still not enough.

My hands reach up and grab the arc reactor in my chest. I may not need it to live anymore, but it'll make me weaker by removing it. I wrap my fingers around it and pull it out. I gasp as the rector leaves.

Stephen POV

"Dr. Strange, Boss appears to need immediate assistance. He is in your bathroom. He appears to have tried killing himself." I was out of my seat on an instant.

"Tony, nonono." I muttered as I ran. I opened the door and was horrified. Blood was leaking out of numerous cuts all over him. His arc reactor was on the ground beside him.

"Fri, tell Bruce to ready the Medbay." I whispered. I quickly put the reactor back in and picked him up.

"Dr. Banner has been notified and is ready for Boss. I recommend you hurry." I hurry Tony to the Medbay.

"Jesus, what did he do?" Bruce asked when I got in.

"Cuts. His arc reactor was on the floor too. I thought he was better." I said, crying.

"Stephen, he'll be okay. You found him in time. He's just gonna need to rest. We're lucky he did take any pills, right?" He asks.

"Boss did not ingest anything." FRIDAY tells us.

"Thank goodness. Stephen, why don't you get Peter down here and tell him what's going on. Don't bring him into the room, just wait in the waiting room." I nod.

"Peter is on his way." FRIDAY says once I walk out.

"Pops, FRIDAY said you needed me, what's going on?" I could see faint tear tracks on his face. I open my arms and pull him into a hug.

"Pops?" He asks.

"Pete, your dad..." I trail off. How do I put this?

"Tony tried to kill himself." I decide to be blunt about it. His eyes widened.

"W-What? Is he okay? What happened? Why? Is he alive?" Questions spilled out of his mouth.

"He's alive. Bruce said he should be okay. You should hear the rest from him." I said.

Peter POV (Also end TW)

I sat in the waiting room with Pops. I don't know what happened or why he did it, but I'm glad he's okay.

"Peter, Stephen, he's awake. Be nice to him, he wants to see you." Bruce says. We stand up and go to walk in. Dad's sitting up in the bed.

"Tony, oh my god. Don't scare me like that." Pops said, running over. I just stand there, looking down.

"Bambi, I'm sorry. Come here, please." I hear the sadness in my dad's voice and look up. Tears running down his face, his available arm open for a hug. (Pops was holding the other one) I let my tears fall too and crawl into his arms.

"I was so scared. I thought you'd left me too." I whispered into his chest. His arms held me tighter.

"I'm so sorry, Bambi. I'm so sorry." He said.

"Bambino, I'm sorry for spending so much time with Harley. I'm sorry I made you feel forgotten. I love you so so much. You are my everything. You and Stephen are everything to me. I'm so sorry." He said. I had no words. I just hugged him tighter. I felt Pops hug me from behind.

"We love you, Tony. Please talk to someone before doing this. Also, I'm calling your therapist again." Pops said. I heard Dad groan.

"No, Tony. The sooner you see her the better." Pops said.

"Alright. You're right. Set up a time." Dad said. None of us moved, though. I didn't want to get up. I felt safe and I felt loved. We all stayed there in Dad's hospital bed just being together.

A/N: There's Chapter 33. I'm so sorry this was sad. I'm not going to lie to you, this chapter is a lot of what I've been feeling.

I've been in a dark place recently and it conveyed into my writing. I was having really self deprecating thoughts and honestly, attempting crossed my mind. I'm so glad I didn't. Please reach out if you need help or if you think someone you know might be. The suicide hotline number is 800-273-8255. I'm also open to talking to you. I may not respond right away, but I will respond as soon as I can. I love each and every one of you. You all are amazing.

Love y'all! <3

Kari (pen name)