The Good, The Bad, And Everything In Between - DISCONTINUED

Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

Category: Angst With A Happy Ending

TW: Suicide Attempt

Tony POV

"Tony Stark," I say picking up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, this is Queens Hospital. We're calling on behalf of a Mr. Peter Parker. You were listed in his emergency contacts. We tried reaching his family, but no one picked up." A lady says.

"Peter? What happened? Is he okay?" I ask, panic hitting me.

"He's alive. Someone found him on the ground, unconscious. Our doctors believe that he fell." She tells me.

"I'll be there soon," I say and hang up.

Peter POV

I groan as my eyes open and are met with blinding lights.

Is this death? I wonder to myself.

A feeling of relief washes over me.

I finally did it. Now no one has to worry about me anymore.

Then my thoughts are interrupted.

"Good morning, underoos. How are you feeling?" A voice beside me asks and that relief disappears. I know that voice. It's Mr. Stark. But he can't be dead. Can he?

"Mr. Stark? What're you doing here?" I ask. I'm the only one that should be dead. Not him too. Why is he dead? Is he dead? If he isn't...that means I'm not.

"Well, no one got a hold of your Aunt and I was your emergency contact. I'm here because you're in the hospital. They say you fell off a roof, Pete. Run out of webs or something?" He teases.

There it is—the truth. I'm alive. I failed.

I turn my head to look at Mr. Stark and immediately regret it. Concern and worry fill his eyes. Because of me.

I look down.

"Pete, seriously, what happened? Spiderman hasn't been on the news in weeks." Mr. Stark says.

"I didn't fall. I jumped." I whisper. He didn't seem to hear me, which relieved me. Why would I say that?

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that, bud. One more time?" He asks.

Tell him your web broke. Tell him you fell asleep. Make up an excuse. Say something. SAY SOMETHING!

"Pete?" Mr. Stark asks gently, startling me out of my thoughts.

"I said I jumped!" I shout. Then I freeze, tears spilling. I look over at Mr. Stark again. He too was frozen, horror written across his face.

Panic rushes through me. I didn't mean to admit that.

"Jumped?" He asks. I nod. There's no point in lying anymore.

"Oh god, Peter. Wh-why?" He asks.

"I'm just so tired, Mr. Stark. Aunt May is gone. She got shot two weeks ago. Spiderman couldn't save her. I couldn't save her. I got fired last week for being late. People keep reminding me I'm worthless. I ruined things with Ned and MJ. It just seemed easiest." I say, burying my head in my hands.

"I just thought I'd do everyone a favor. That way no one has to deal with me and my issues anymore." I admit.

I hear movement and assume Mr. Stark is leaving. I don't blame him. Why would anyone want to be around a failure like me?

Then I'm pulled into a warm embrace. It feels like a blanket of safety was just thrown over me. 

I'm honestly not sure when I started crying. All I know is that great, big, ugly sobs were tearing through me now. Mr. Stark held me close the entire time. Rubbing my back in soothing patterns. Whispering reassurances for both me and him.