Peter groans as he wakes up, his head feeling as though someone was hitting it with an axe repeatedly. His face scrunches in pain and he groans again. He peels his eyes open and a bright light hits him.
He hisses and squeezes eyes shut tightly, trying to sit up. He finds he can't. He opens his eyes again, squinting at the ceiling. He blinks slowly and his eyes start to adjust to the light. He looks down at himself and finally realizes why he can't sit up.
He's wearing a straightjacket. A straightjacket. Why the hell was he wearing one of these? He tries to sit up but he feels so much weaker than usual. He moans and rolls over.
He yelps when he hits the padded floor. Wait, padded? He struggles to catch his breath and he shakily rolls onto his side, grunting as he makes his way to his knees. "Hello?" He calls, looking around.
He was in a white padded room with a small cot in the center. Where the hell was he? Had he been kidnapped? He stands up and then sits down on the bed he had previously been on.
He tugs at the straightjacket but it doesn't budge. His breaths start coming faster and if he could hear his heartbeat he'd know it's beating wildly. That scares him more than the padded room and straightjacket.
He can't hear his heartbeat. Why can't he hear his heartbeat? What the hell is wrong with his senses? He can feel his panic rising and he's two seconds away from screaming, when the door opens. His head snaps toward it in panic.
A man wearing a white lab coat walks in smiling. "Ah, Peter. I see you're awake." He says. Peter's wise eyes find the man's kind ones. "Who are you? Where the hell am I?" He cries.
The man seems almost sad. "Oh Peter. It's so sad that you've relapsed. I'm Doctor Blake. I'm your doctor." He says. Peter's eyebrows shoot up. "Doctor? Why would I need a Doctor? Mister Stark is gonna be looking for me!" He exclaims.
Blake sighs. "Peter, this fantasy of yours is getting out of hand." He says. Peter frowns. "What - what are you talking about?" He asks quietly. "Peter, you've been living in your own fantasy for years. Every time we think you're getting better, you relapse." He says.
Peter frowns harder. He's never been so scared and confused in his life. "I don't - what?" He whimpers. "In your ... delusion, Tony Stark is part of a group of superheroes and you yourself are a superhero named Spider-Man. It's really unhealthy to be indulging your daydream." Blake explains.
Peter shakes his head. "No, no you're wrong! Mister Stark is coming for me! He's Iron Man! And I am Spider-Man!" He cries, jumping to his feet. Blake sighs. "Oh, Peter. I'll see you later for your session. Goodbye Mister Parker." He says, and turns to leave.
Peter jumps up and tries to follow him but the door slams closed and Peter rams into it. It doesn't budge at all and Peter knows that if he was at his full strength he could break it down.
The man did something to him. He knows it. And Mister Stark is coming for him. He knows it. But for now, he slides down to the ground and cries.
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irondad & spiderson oneshots
Fanfictioni was going to go through and edit all of this but actually i have decided i don't want to so just try and pretend it doesn't look like it was written by a 12yo (it was)
