-Peter Parker-
Peter sat, thinking. Remembering.
He was remembering when he started ballet and his aunt bought him that shirt with the purple little 'Dance' sign.
Remembering when he wore it to school and met Flash for the first time.
Remembering when his aunt taught him how to look Flash straight in the eyes and tell him to leave him alone.
Remembering when his aunt helped him when he broke his ankle.
Remembering when his aunt hugged him while he cried about Ben.
Everything she'd done for him could be gone.
She could be gone.
Where would he be without her? Nowhere?
Probably.
He turned his head. What was Bucky thinking about right now?
At least Bucky had real PTSD. Bucky has a real reason to be crying. But he wasn't.
Peter was.
All his therapist said was that the dependency on everyone else was because of so many people dying. If that was true, then how come he wasn't like that all the time?
Why is it that he can go off to the mall with his friends, but when he's with Aunt May or Mr. Stark, he's afraid to go to the bathroom on his own?
He pulled at his hair. He's an idiot and he's lazy, that's why.
He can't do anything when he's with an adult. He can't, and he's stupid and terrible and annoying and he takes other people's time when they could be doing something better, something other than saying he has 'PTSD' and giving him excuses for something he could be doing on his own.
He let out a small, broken sob.
Sometimes the stress is too much. Sometimes it's hard to breathe. Sometimes you have to go to bed and tell yourself you're okay.
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Where Are We...?
Fanfiction⚠️IW SPOILERS!⚠️ DON'T READ IF YOU WANT TO WATCH INFINITY WAR BEFORE YOU GET SPOILED! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! Everyone is stranded. They're all alone, and they have no idea how they're going to get home.
