Spider-Son One-Shots

Withdrawal

A/N
This does mention drugs but doesn't have any. It also has panic attacks and suicidal thinking and is about withdrawal so if any of that triggers you then don't read. 💚

         Peter sprinted to the bathroom and lunged for the toilet, barely making it before he vomited roughly. Once he stopped he wiped his mouth and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. His muscles ached and all around he felt like shit. He was currently going through withdrawal thanks to Tony. Tony caught Peter taking opioids and realized how often Peter looked high and long story short, this was Peter's second day of withdrawal. The first day wasn't so bad, Peter hid in his room the whole day considering him and Tony weren't cyurrently telling but this morning he felt the withdrawal.

Peter felt another bout of vomit come and leaned back over the toilets. Finally he felt like it was all gone and he flushed and shakily stood up. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands and saw himself in the mirror. His hair was messy and his eyes were red and watery. He was covered in sweat and shaking. Peter washed his hands and then walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen, he was starving.

The kitchen was empty and Peter sighed with relief before walking to the fridge. Before opening the fridge he paused and saw one of Tony's Crown Royal whiskey. Peter knew he shouldn't do it but... he grabbed the bottle and took a sip. It burned his throat all the way down but it stopped the some of his pain. He heard footsteps and, alarmed, ran to the counter to put the bottle away. Peter stumbled on the way there and before he could hide the bottle he saw Tony in the doorway.

"Peter... you can't keep doing this to yourself."

Tony took a hesitant step forward, he didn't want to make anything worse.

"That's not for you to decide." Peter growled, he was tired of feeling like a child. He was eighteen!

"It is Peter, I'm your legal guardian. You promised you would stop as long as I didn't call the hospital."

"I didn't actually plan on doing that. Obviously you knew otherwise you wouldn't have bothered searching my room."

"Peter, this isn't healthy."

"So? You think I actually care about my health?"

"I do and it hurts me to see you like this."

Tony did look tired and sad. He might even have tears in his eyes, Peter couldn't tell.

"Well I can't help that."

"Peter." Tony sounded exasperated.

"No. Don't Peter me. You don't do shit for yourself and you expect me to?! Your a fucking hypocrite!"

"Peter, stop. I know I've done bad things but I'm trying to get better, we all are. That's all we can do. Don't you think I wish I didnt drink?!"

"I think you wish that none of this happened to you. You wish you weren't Iron Man and that you could do anything and no one would care. I think that your tired of being the good guy. I think your tired of taking care of me."

"Well your certainly not making it easy! Peter just stop. We can go get help but you need help."

"No. I need to die! To disappear! I fucking hate you!! I HATE THIS!! I hate feeling like a nobody! LIKE IM FUCKING WORTHLESS! I AM FUCKING WORTHLESS! I WANT TO DIE!"

"Peter, your perfect. You just have problems and we all do! You know you don't hate me."

"No, no I do hate you. I hate your smile because god knows there's no reason to smile! I FUCKING HATE HOW YOU ACT LIKE EVERYTHING FINE! I HATE HOW YOU TREAT ME LIKE A CHILD! I HATE HOW RICH AND FAMOUS AND GOOD YOU ARE!! I WILL NEVER BE ANY OF THOSE THINGS!!"

"Peter, your a good kid. You don't need to be rich or famous to have people like you. I treat you like a child because you are one. You need help, let me help you."

Tony took a step forward and held out a hand, waiting for Peter to take it. Peter was trembling and out of the corner of his eye he saw a kitchen knife. He looked back at Tony.

"No."

"Peter, don't make me force you."

Peter took a step back, ready to run and get out of this shithole but Tony, seeing what he was doing, grabbed Peter's wrist. Peter flinched and tried to pull away but it was no use, his powers weren't working during withdrawals.

"Let go!"

"No Peter, I'm going to help you, it's okay. You can trust me."

Peter grabbed the knife with his free hand and held it up.

"Back up. Back the hell up!" Peter screamed and Tony let go and backed up.

"Peter, you wouldn't hurt me."

"You misjudge me."

Tony lunged forward and grabbed Peter wrist again but this time, Peter attacked. He cut Tony's cheek and it immediatly started bleeding. Peter didn't feel sorry, he was full of pure anger. Tony looked surprised and then angry. He grabbed both of Peter's wrists but Peter kicked Tony in the shin. Tony shoved Peter back and instantly regretted it but before he could say anything Peter punched him in the face. Tony's nose was bleeding along with his cheek and his leg throbbed.

All the anger drained from Peter. What did I do? Peter stumbled back and felt hot tears slide down his sweaty cheeks. He turn and ran away. He had no idea where he was going but he had to get away. He sprinted carelessly until he ran into a corner of a table. He groaned in pain and salida down, leaning against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest and sobbed, why do I screw everything up? I'm worthless.

Peter heard footsteps and didn't look to see who it was, he had his head in his knees. He felt a gentle hand on Peter shsoulder and someone pulled him in for a hug. Peter leaned into the hug and continued to cry.

"Shhh it's okay Peter, it's okay." It was Tony.

Peter tensed slightly but quickly relaxed again. "I feel like I'm g-going crazy..."

Peter words were slurred and shaky.

"You're going to be okay Peter, can I take you to the ER?"

Peter sniffed. "Y-Yeah..."

A/N
This is a combination of a prompt I found and Euphoria and it was really fun to write.