Temptation

III

"So as you can see we have a new resident with us." Sam began the group therapy. "Why don't we introduce ourselves and say why we are here?"

"My name is Wanda Maximoff. I'm in here because methamphetamine killed my brother and almost killed me. I also have anger issues." The redhead with a Russian accent spoke. She wore an all pink romper. Her long hair tied in a ponytail.

Peter just nodded at her when Wanda's eyes didn't leave his. She just huffed and rolled her eyes. Leaning back against her pink chair. Peter also noticed that everyone's chair was color coded.

"Natasha, cocaine, control freak." Another redhead female introduced herself. Her stare seemed like she could see past others. Peter shivered reminding himself to not get on her bad side. Her color must be black, Peter guessed seeing her chair and sweater.

"Don't mind her, she's just crazy," Tony whispered to Peter. He was wearing blue jeans with a dark blue shirt that had a logo on it.
"Tony! Want to go next?" Sam asked with a tight smile.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Tony Stark, addictions are heroin and alcohol."

"I'll go next." A blond buff man said raising his hand up.

"Okay Rogers, we're not in pre-school. Put your hand down." Tony sassed to the blue-eyed man.

The man growled but didn't reply instead he smiled at Peter. "Steve Rogers, I'm in here for crack cocaine." Steve's white robes made Peter want to laugh.

"You will probably meet Clint sometime. He's always coming back in and out." Sam said standing up. "This is Peter Parker treat him with respect."

"Wait, why are you here?" Natasha questioned raising her eyebrow.
"Um, anorexic and marijuana." Peter responded, pinching his hands. Natasha just hummed and got up leaving the room.

"That's Nat for you. Wanna go play ping ball?" Tony offered, grinning up at the younger male.

"Great! Wanda is a pro at it, go ask her." Tony said, patting Peter on the back. Peter flushed and his head turned on the older man's words. "Just kidding! Don't be so uptight! Let's go get juice boxes though."

Tony took Peter by the shoulders and steered him in the direction of the kitchen. Peter looked around the house and stared at the decorations that were on the walls. Beaded blankets covered the tan walls in rainbow colors. Long rugs with flowers on them covered the floor.

The place was so cozy, it didn't feel much like a crazy house.

"So, anorexic? Where are you with that?" Tony asked, handing Peter a fruit punch juice box.
"Uh, not life-threatening anymore. Then I fainted in the middle of the sidewalk and my Aunt made me come here." Peter answered.

"Why did you faint?"

"Wasn't supposed to exercise. Didn't eat for a week. Didn't know where I was going. This is the seventh time I've been in this situation. But it's the first I didn't have an IV in my arm." Peter spoke.

"This is my twentieth time. Been in and out of these since I was thirteen." Tony said, leaning on the counter.
"Why do you keep coming back?" Peter questioned in a small voice.

Tony shrugged, "Each time I came I've lost something that can be replaced. This time, I almost lost something that couldn't. I can't risk losing those I care about."

"So you're here until your all better?"

"Yup. Til I'm all better." Tony repeated. "Enough of that though, lets go play games."

Sober By: Demi Lovato