Peter Parker/Spider-Man Headcanons and Oneshots

Peter Parker Picked a Panic Attack

An: trigger warnings: IW feels and panic attack. I'm sorry that my description of the panic attack wasn't really great, I kinda combined personal experience with other authors ideas so... yeah. Avengers/marvel don't belong to me. Have fun!!!
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Peter POV

I tapped my foot, bored. Social studies all ways did that to me. I had Captain America and James Barnes to teach me about WWII, so why I had to learn about it on school was beyond me.

The teacher drones on and on while I looked out the window.

"Mrs. Carala? When will the Infinity War be considered a big part of history?" A student, Jeery, asked.

"Well... in a few years probably. Why, did you want to talk about it?" Mrs. Carala asked. Jeery nodded.

"It's just know one except the heroes know exactly what happened. I lean, Mr. Stark briefly explained, but we don't know what really happened up there." Jeery states. My breathing picks up slightly as I think about it.

Thanos. The Snap, fighting the Thanos. I'm sorry Mr. Stark, I don't want to go....

The flashback hits me suddenly, my heart racing, the room swaying and spinning and I'm back on Titan, watching me legs crumble to dust, feeling them fly away, telling Mr. Stark I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't want to go, please I don't want to go I'm sorry I'm sorry oh my god my legs are gone please I don't feel to good oh god no I don't want to go I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-

A hand shake any shoulder and I jump.

"Ey..... eter.... breathe.... ith..... me." A voice calls. It watery, and far away, but it sounds like Tony. I hear loud breathing and try to follow it, as the flashback fades.

"Thank you, Tony. Sorry, they were talking about it again, and then I just started panicking and then I was back there again and I'm sorry." I blabber. Tony raises a hand.

"It's not your fault kid. Your okay. Your back and that's all that matters." He reassures, pulling me in for a hug. I can feel my classmates staring at me, Puny Parker, hugging Tony freaking Stark after having a panic attack.

"Okay. Now, May said I'm not allowed to take you out of school, so sorry kid. Have Karen or Ned call me if you have a problem or need me." Tony stands, smirking at the class. He waves, flashing one of his famous smiles, before walking out the classroom.

"Sorry Mrs. Carala." I mumble into the quiet room.

"What- are? Peter, care to explain?" Mrs. Carala asks.

"It was a um, huh, a panic attack induced flashback?" I stutter.

"And why were you having an panic attack induced flashback?" Mrs. Carala asks, voice lecturing.

"Because we were talking about the Infinity War. And I was one of the people who turned to dust. I like most people, however, I remember turning to dust, watching my legs disintegrate but still feel them. Tony-Mr. Stark, contacted me as soon as he found out so that he could assist with any panic attack or flashbacks? And I'm also his personal intern, so..." I trail off, shrugging.

"Well... lets get back to our lesson." Mrs. Carala continues droning on and on about some war or another, so I zoned out, trying to think of ways to dodge my classmates sure to come questions. It was almost lunch, and I was sure to be the center of attention.

Oh well. Maybe I should run away to Mexico?

Nah.

I should run away to Germany.