Heal

Chapter 2

Peter POV

I started sobbing harder, if that was even possible. He just opened up his home to me, even though he barely knows me! I am baffled by his kindness, but I'd rather go with Mr.Stark than go to an orphanage. Why would he offer his home to such an ugly, disgusting, fat, stupid fag? I'm just a disgrace. No one will ever love me because anyone that gets close to me dies. I can't let him get close to me, he can't die! Yet, once again, my body fails to cooperate with me, and I feel myself nodding. I know I will have to be more self-efficient, and it's not like I'm gonna let him help me with all my problems. I never understand how people can just tell others they're problems. I wouldn't want to burden anyone with me...I could tell Mr.Stark's shirt was soaked through. He is probably so grossed out by my presence. I can hear the police officer telling Mr.Stark that he would have me for a month, and then they would check up on me and see if he was fit to be my adopted parent. He quickly agreed, and picked me up and put me in the car.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tony POV

I stared down at the tiny, frail child in my arms. He was so small! When was the last time he ate? He looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks, and he looks very sleep deprived. I'll have to ask Strange about it later... Holy shit! I didn't ask the Avengers if they would be cool with Peter/Spiderman staying over...They don't even know who Peter is! Only some of them know Spidey, because of Berlin. Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit what am I gonna do? Maybe he can just keep his mask on at all times... Yeah! That should work! That way if he decides to reveal himself, it's up to him. Alright, this will work, everything will be ok, it will wor.... And he fell asleep with Peter curled into him.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Peter Pov

We were both awoken by Happy, who was yelling at us to "get you're asses up, I want to go home!"

"Fine, fine I'm up Happy, I'm up" Tony said, bitterly responded to Happy's grumpy attitude.

"Wait, what, where am I? What happened? What wait what, what? Why am I at Avengers tow... oh" It became suddenly silent.

Kid...let's go inside, alright?" Tony said slowly.

"...yeah" Peter whispered.

They slowly walked inside, and rode the elevator to Mr.Stark's floor. It was silent, as it was late, and everyone else was asleep. Tony led the young boy to the room J.A.R.V.I.S. set up for him. The room contained a small bed, a chalkboard-painted wall, an attached closet and restroom, and a bunch of other accessories, such as a desk and TV. On the desk were a bunch of Stark Industries gadgets. Peter's eyes grew wide. Was this really all for him?

"This couldn't be...no this isn't...really...I can't accept this!"

"Of course you can!" Tony said.

"Did I really say that all out loud?"

"Yeah kid. You've had a rough couple of days, and it's late so you should get some sleep. If you need anything, my room is just across the hall, and if you need help, J.A.R.V.I.S. will answer anything, right J?"

"Of course sir, welcome Mr.Parker" J.A.R.V.I.S. replied

"ummmmmmmm.... hi?"

"Yeah... so why don't you get some sleep. PJ's are in the top drawer of the dresser... goodnight Pete" Tony said

"Goodnight" Peter replied. He was right, he hadn't slept in the last 3 days, or eaten for that matter. That's okay though, he was to fat to eat anything anyway. He was just a fat, depressed faggot that couldn't save his own aunt. He was a failure, and no-one cared for him anyway. I might as well just die, he thought. No-one would care anyway...

And with that he fell asleep.

Until he started his daily nightmare routine.

It all started that fateful day on a rooftop...

I was sitting on the roof of a taco restaurant when I heard police sirens. This wasn't odd, but they were going towards Aunt May's apartment! What if something happened? I quickly swing over, and everything goes dark. It's as if the whole world has turned into a scary nightmare. Everything is dark, and demons start climbing out of every corner.I'm then looking through the living room window. I see her, being attacked by the demons, MY demons. I see them everywhere after my parents died. They talk to me. Make me do things. Make me feel things I don't want to feel. There are so many, all just creatures of pure hatred and evil. Slowly, they rip her limbs apart, painfully. I try to get to her, but I am unable to do anything. Something is pulling me back. Only her head is remaining. they hold it up, by the hair, and I hear her say," It was all you're fault Peter."And the life drained out of her eyes.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tony POV

"Sir, could you please wake up? It's Mr.Parker."

I shot straight up in bed.

"What, what's wrong, what's happening?"

"It seems Mr.Parker is experiencing a panic attack whilst he is asleep. His heart rate is considerably high, and he is struggling to breathe."

J.A.R.V.I.S. barely finished the sentence as I hopped out of bed and sprinted over to Peter's room. What I saw was terrifying. Peter was sweating profusely, tossing and turning, and barely breathing. The short gasps of air he managed were never going to be enough. The color was slowly draining from his face.

"J? What do I do?"

"I would recommend waking him up and then trying to comfort him. Most humans find comfort in physical contact, so hugging would be an appropriate course of action."

"Thanks"

I went to work on waking him up. I tried shaking him, and various other methods, but he just wouldn't wake up! I started talking, mostly to myself, saying "Please Pete, wake up, please..."and his eyes shot open.