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Life With A Bunch Of Weirdos

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"M-Mr. Stark?" Peter asks, sitting up wearily. Tony Stark was sitting in the chair next to his bed, staring at him in worry. Peter looked around in confusion... where was he?

"Peter," Tony said, getting up and checking him for a fever. "You fainted last night, do you remember?"

Peter nodded. It was all coming back now. Peter winced as he remembered what else had happened yesterday.

"Are you okay? You seemed really tired, and pale, and your wrist was broken—did you know that?" Tony asked, sitting on the bed and staring at Peter in worry.

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark," he assured him.

Tony sighed. He seemed to do that a lot lately. "Peter, does May hurt you? You seemed really jumpy when she called you yesterday, and then you show up with puffy eyes and a broken wrist? Tell me the truth."

Peter looked down at the soft, red blanket. "No, Mr. Stark. I-I wasn't crying because of anything she had said. I..." he looked up. "Mr. Stark, I'm a murderer."

Tony looked at Peter in concern. "Why would you say that, Peter?"

He couldn't look at his mentor anymore. "I killed her. I killed aunt May."

Tony stared at Peter in confusion, wondering what exactly happened.

"When I left the tower, I went to see May. She-she was kind of mean sometimes. I mean, it wasn't a big deal, just some shouting at now and then, but she really hated the avengers and Spiderman. No offense, Sir.

But I could tell over the phone that something was seriously wrong, and when I got there... May had my diary."

Tony made a face. "She read your diary? That's private stuff... oh. Oh no, Peter, you're not saying..."

Peter nodded. "She knew I was Spiderman. And she told me all about how she had figured it out, I didn't realize she was stalling me. But she went on to tell me that she had called HYDRA and they were coming for me."

Tony stared in horror at what that would mean. Peter's aunt had called HYDRA. The poor kid.

"And I didn't know what to do—Mr. Stark, I swear! I didn't know, and I acted so fast because I could hear them coming..." Peter could feel his heartbeat speed up, and took a couple of breaths. "I put on my mask and ran. With May. Out the window."

Tony put a hand on Peter's shoulder gently. "Kid..."

Peter still didn't look at Stark's face. "I was swinging here, but then the web fluid ran out in one of my web shooters and I did this switch thing, and I was making sure I had a good grasp on May. I didn't look where I was going, and I... I hit a building. That's how I hurt my wrist, Mr. Stark. And I let go of May. I let go of aunt May. Mr. Stark, I killed her." Peter had tears running down his face again, and he felt so weak and pathetic for crying.

Tony wiped Peter's cheek. "Hey, kid. This wasn't your fault. And I like to think I'm a pretty honest guy, so if you don't believe me that I'll take that personally. You didn't murder your aunt—it wasn't your fault. From everything you've told me, your aunt had it coming."

Peter shook his head. "No, you don't understand. The last thing I said to her was that I wanted her to shut up. I went on a big rant about how much she was a pain in my side, then I think I subconsciously aimed towards a building so I could kill her! She's dead because of me."

"But you were making sure she was secure when you hit the building! Peter, you were protecting your aunt even though she had called Hydra on you—you cannot blame yourself. I won't let you."