peter woke up almost 24 hours later.
he shifted his head to find tony with his head on the medical bed he was on.
for a split second, he thought that he was just waking up from the flash incident and that he had dreamt all the things that had happened at aunt melissa's.
but a swift look at his wrists proved him wrong.
oh no. he thought.
his breathing became erratic and unsteady. he felt his chest close and tears well up in his eyes.
despite having an oxygen mask on, he still felt trapped and like he needed air.
with the hand that tony was holding, he ripped it off of his face, taking deep gulping breaths of air.
he sat up, a small spike of nausea piercing through him; that was weird, he hadn't eaten a full meal in about a week and a half.
his hands clutched at his chest.
big mistake.
immediately a new set of hot, desperate tears burned his cheeks.
sobs tumbled out from his lips like rain.
he jumped when he felt a hand on his back. he looked up and saw on his feet and at his side.
tony.
the man he knew was going to save him from that hell hole.
the man he had wanted to see for a week and a half.
his dad.
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"peter?" tony said in a gentle voice.
peter smiled tearily and hugged his dad hard. sobs echoed throughout the room again; but this time, they were sobs of relief.
tony would be lying if he said he hadn't shed a tear.... and maybe sobbed a little.
"i'm happy you're ok." he said hoarsely after peter had gone from sobbing to just crying out of happiness.
peter just nodded against his dad's chest.
"where's papa?" he asked after a few moments.
"upstairs getting food." replied tony. "actually he should be down soon-"
as if on cue, the door to the room opened. it was followed by swift footsteps.
peter and tony felt another force crash into them and their hug.
peter laughed for the first time in a long time. new and fresh tears made their way down his cheeks as he hugged his papa tightly.
"peter, i'm so happy you're ok. seriously, you don't know how scary that was." stephen said in a watery voice.
"yeah...." said peter. "sorry."
"hey, hey, hey," said tony, pulling peter at arms length. "don't be sorry." he said with a soft smile.
"do... do you want to tell us what happened?" asked stephen gently.
"can you do your harry potter shit?" asked peter jokingly. he inwardly cringed at his bad joke; he often used humor to deflect feelings and to get out of uncomfortable situations.
thinking that over, he changed his mind.
"actually..." he said. "i'll tell you."
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Fanfic[ #3 in transpeterparker ] peter had always been different. he never felt... right. by puberty, questions arose within him. he scoured the internet for answers to his burning inquiries, and once he found them, he became his true self. now 15, peter...
