MARVEL ONE-SHOTS

- Just breathe

Theme? Blue
Requested? Yes, by CarmenThirza
Warnings? Panic attack, mentions of death
Scenario? Peter has a panic attack, and Michelle talks him trough it

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Midtown high looked rather normal this day. Students were learning, teachers were teaching and Peter Parker was a quiet student as always. Seemed like a normal day, right? Peter Parker sat quietly at one of the lunch tables. Spanish class just ended and Peter was waiting for... nothing, actually. Ned was sick at home and he hadn't seen Michelle all day. He couldn't stand it. Being alone. It made him think of things he rather not thought about.

After the insanely big war with Thanos, Peter had forgot what happiness felt like. Sure, he was happy when he finally hugged his aunt and finally whispered to her that he was safe, but that feeling had disappeared rather quickly. He wasn't sure if it would ever come back.

It's just...

The scene plays in his head again.

Tony.

Tony Stark.

The only father figure he had left.

Killed in front of him.

Brutally, may he add.

It's all Peter can think about. The scene never really left his head. The only thing he can do is ignore Tony's face, ignore everything on the news about Tony, ignore everyone who begins about Tony and ignore every thought that could even relate in the slightest bit to Tony. And boy, it was hard. Peter couldn't even go to the avenger facility. He knows that once he shows up, he would probably be attacked with hugs and sweet words by the remaining members of earth mightiest heroes. Although he is not even sure if they are at the avengers facility.

He hasn't spoken to them at all.

...

O no.

Peter starts breathing faster. A feeling of pure panic and pain washes over him.

He needs to get out of here.

Right now.

Peter quickly stands up from the cafeteria table and starts running. Many students looked at him funny, but Peter didn't care. He needs to get away from all these unknowing ignorant people.

"Hey Peter, you okay?"

He had bumped into Michelle. While he breathed really fast, tears rolled down his cheeks. He shook his head en bit his lip.
"N- no."

His kneel felt suddenly very weak and he couldn't stand anymore. He let himself sunk to the ground while sobbing harder. "N-no, it-it's n-n-not ok-kay." Michelle sat down beside him.

"Hey Pete, I don't know what's going on, but if you want me to help you, you need to start breathing normally. Can you do that for me?"

"B-breathe?"

"Yes, just breathe. Okay?"

Peter nodded. He could surely try. He started to breathing in via his nose and out via his mouth.

"You're doing great Pete. Just breathe with me, okay? Everything is going to be alright."