Bruised But Not Broken - Irondad/spiderson

It All Comes Tumbling Down

Tears streamed down my face as I lashed out at the door panel, shattering the locking system. I slumped against the wall, my body sliding to the floor, my head dropping to my knees as I struggled to release the pent-up pain. A buzzing of electricity fills the air; the lock is busted; only force can open this door now.

As I sat there, feeling overwhelmed, I muttered to myself, "I think I need May... No, I can deal with this on my own. I can." My voice was filled with determination as I tried to convince myself I could handle the situation without anyone else's help.

Through my clouded tears, my feet drag their way to the bathroom, just like before. The blade is still on the ground. I slump next to it on the floor, repeating the same process as before, but it's not helping. Embarrassment and pain fill my mind. "It's not helping," I repeat in my mind as I press harder. Nothing is helping me escape this mess I made.

The room around me begins to spin and fade into darkness while my breathing quickens with a growing sense of panic. I press my body against the wall, feeling as though the room is closing in on me, and frantically search for a way out.

"Peter, your heart rate is extremely high, and you seem to be bleeding. Shall I alert Mr Stark?" Friday speaks.

"n-no", I shout back, unable to contain my volume.

As the sun began to set, its warm rays reflected through the small glass window vent. Without thinking, I felt my arms pulling my body up and steady, and then I dove headfirst through the glass. The impact was sudden, and I closed my eyes, feeling the rush of air as my body finally found release. The scent of freshly mowed grass and mulch filled my nostrils as I lay there, my face flushed and my eyes slowly fluttering open to see the ground rapidly approaching.

"SHIT" I scream, realising I just jumped out of a ten-story building.

I frantically attempt to engage my web shooters, motioning for them to release, but nothing happens. Glancing down, I realise my wrists are empty. It dawns on me that they must be back in the lab. Naturally, when I need them the most, they're out of reach in the lab.

In a state of panic, I desperately stretch out my hands as I plummet towards the ground, frantically attempting to slow my fall. I feel the smooth surface of the glass scrapes against my palms, emitting a high-pitched squeak as I desperately try to find a grip.

Looking below, I see the massive tree standing tall beside the compound. As I glance down, a plan starts to form in my mind. I let go with my hands and swung my legs towards the glass. As soon as they connect, I push off just enough to let my body reach the tree, grabbing onto the biggest branch I could get and jolting my body to a stop; my shoulders simultaneously made a crunch. As my body came to a halt, the strength of my arms instantly gave out, letting go and falling straight onto the grass with a thud and more crunches.

I struggle to sit up with blurred vision, feeling the dirt beneath me. Waves of pain shoot through my body, and I can't help but wonder what I've done. Mr. Stark is not going to be happy about this.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap", I groan out loud.

As I struggle to push myself up from the ground, I can't help but worry about Mr. Stark's disappointment. The ache in my arms surged through my body and I come to see the situation as it is.

 "Mr. Stark is already not happy with me; this could only make it worse," I mutter under my breath as I gingerly plant my feet on the ground and gradually lift myself up.

As I trudge away from the scene, I can't shake the feeling that Friday has already informed Mr. Stark about the shattered window. It's only a matter of time before he unravels what took place. With each step, I gradually quicken as I make my way towards the city, my weary feet dragging along the ground.

As the city looms closer, I frantically delve into my pockets in search of my phone, only to realise that I have nothing on me. The sinking feeling sets in as I concede that I have no way to let anyone know where I am. This situation spirals out of control, and I can't help but feel it's all my fault. 

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A/N

Hey, you lovely people! 

Thank you so much for all the love and support my story has been getting. Keep the comments coming; you guys are so creative. 

A lot of you are asking for more chapters, so I have quickly put together a dramatic chapter. I hope it lives up to expectations. I plan on writing more chapters as soon as possible, but I have a lot going on at the moment, from university to planning a wedding and getting a bunch of medical diagnoses.

All I ask from all of you is a little patience and kindness when it comes to updating. I'm doing my best. 

Yours truly, Ghostly Cabbage xx