Broken But Not Alone

Chapter 11

Trigger Warning
Today was the day Peter decided that it was time he went home from Tony's he had already bothered Mr Stark for long enough.

So he packed his bag back up, left the pyjamas on the bed he'd already made. He put his spidey suit on and with his bag on his back he jumped out the window and made his way home.

•

Throwing his bag down when he got in and changed out of his spidey suit, looking at the scars on his wrists that put him in hospital that were still healing.

They took a lot longer to heal than normal, he cut a lot deeper than he thought. He was getting thinner but he didn't see it, everyone else did though.

He started to drift off in the couch watching cartoons when his phone starting ringing. He was going to ignore it thought if it was May she would worry, it ended up being Tony. He thought he should probably answer before iron man starts knocking on his door.

"Hey kid, where'd you go?"

"I went home, I thought I was only staying for a couple days," he didn't understand why he seems so worried all Peter done was bother him.

"I was meaning to stay until May came back, Pete."

"Oh...well I'm fine here....so I umm..she's going to be back in like...two weeks," Peter stumbled over his words.

"Alright well come over if you need anything or feel like doing anything."

"Okay," he didn't know why he was agreeing to this he didn't want to keep bothering him.

Peter hung up and went back to his cartoons.

••

A couple days later he was cleaning the apartment especially his room. He didn't want May having to pack all his things up when she got home.

When the place was as clean as it was gonna get he went out to the store got lined paper and envelopes. Once he was home he started writing a note for May leaving it on the table for her,

May,
I'm so sorry. By now you probably already know what's happened. You have to believe that this is not your fault. This is no ones fault. It was 100% my choice. Please don't be sad, I'm happy now. I love you so much and I'm so sorry,
Peter x

He decided she deserved better than to walk into the apartment to find him dead there. So he waited until after three in the morning then he put his web shooters on, putting his blade and phone in his bag and swung to a skyscraper.

He sat on the edge, took the blade out his bag and rolled his sleeves up. He started dragging it across his skin not caring how deep he was going. He kept going until both wrists were numb, coved in cuts and blood.

That's when he put it down next to him and took his phone out, to text May, Ned and Mj.

Peter: I'm so sorry. I love you. I hope you have a good life.

He knew Mj might think it was weird that he said I love you but he didn't care. He also texted Mr Stark

Peter: I'm sorry for everything, thank you for helping me. I'm sorry.

And then he turned his phone off.

•

Tony was working in his lab when he got a text he looked at the clock it was 5:36.

'Who's texting me this early.' He thought.

He picked it up, read it and he threw his phone down shouting, "Friday track Peter's phone!?" Tony was running to his suit.

•

Peter threw his phone to his bag, took his web shooters off, rolled his sleeves back down and stood up on the edge of the ledge. He looked down he could only just see the sidewalk where he'd soon be, he couldn't really see anything else. He stood there contemplating, thinking.

Would dying end my suffering? Would anyone care if I died? No. No one would. And you'll be happy, finally. You'll be free.

And he fell. He fell and he felt free for the first time in so long, he knew he'd finally be happy.

•

Tony was getting closer then he saw him step off, he knew he had to catch him. He was falling fast but Tony was faster he caught him and was heading back home.

"Friday, tell Bruce to set up the infirmary," he said looking at the unconscious teen he was carrying. "Come on Pete, don't be dead."

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Once he got back he went straight to the infirmary and put Peter down on the bed. "You ready," Tony said looking worryingly Bruce.

Bruce wasn't expecting this but was still calm, "yeah, help me get his clothes off."

They got his clothes off, Peter was just lying there in his boxers.

Uncovering scars that covered his thighs and upper arms and fresh cuts and blood covering both sides of both lower arms. His ribs and hip bones showing. His upper arms, stomach and sides covered in bruises from Flash.

"What happened to him," Bruce said getting what he needed to clean him up. "He's going to be okay Tony, but if you don't think you can stay leave now I need to focus to help him." Tony just nodded and left he looked so shocked.

Bruce had attached him to a heart monitor and had to set up an iv in. He cleaned up all the blood and bandaged up his arms. He had a couple bruised ribs but none were broken.

He stepped out and closed the door after him. "I got him stable, I think he's going to be ok," he said sitting next to Tony on the couch.

"This is my fault. I should've known something would happen, I shouldn't have let him stay there by himself," Tony said with tears in his eyes not letting them fall.

"This is not your fault, you couldn't have known that he was going to do this. But he's alive that's what matters alright, so stop beating yourself up," Bruce said hugging his friend.

"I wanna be there when he wakes up," Tony said standing up picking up a thin blanket.

He put it over Peter and sat in the seat in the corner of the room half asleep trying to stay awake.