A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

Even Artificial Light Burns Bright

Prompt by @baloobird: Ok, I have one I would love for you to do (if you haven't done it, already, let me know if you have): Peter is out in public (either as Peter or as Spider-man) and something triggers him (it can be from Titan or Toomes or anything you come up with). He calls Tony. Tony brings him to the tower and there's lots of fluffy floofy cuddles?? 

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 It wasn't supposed to be that big of deal.

Peter had gone on field trips before, many times actually. He loves them, to be able to get out of the stuffy classroom and into the real world, to experience things in person and not have to deal with bullies sitting right behind him or a teacher unexpectedly calling on him.

This time, however, Peter would rather be anywhere but there.

Him and his class are currently on a bus headed to the planetarium, and Peter shifts in the leather seat, feeling beads of sweat begin to form on the back of his neck. He reaches up and wipes it away, almost hitting Ned across the face.

"Whoah, man." His best friend says, dark eyes searching Peter's face. "You good?"

Peter nods, face growing hot. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine."

Ned leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "It isn't anything, like, Spider-Man related right?"

"No!" Peter answers, glancing around. "No, Ned, I'm fine."

Ned shrugs, resting a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Okay, dude, just making sure. You'll tell me if it's anything superhero-ie right?"

The spidering nods, swallowing. "Of course, bro. Let's just-just not talk about that kind of stuff right now."

Ned gives him one more once over before he turns back to his phone, his silent support helping Peter calm down, at least a little bit. Peter lets out a nearly silent sigh, resting his suddenly pounding head against the glass window and watching the New York buildings wiz by in a blur of grays and silvers.

He just hopes this trip will be over soon.

By the time the astronomer had gone over the legend of the Three Little Indians, Peter feels like he can't breathe.

The dome above him swirls, the pattern of the artificial stars twinkling as blackness presses against him from all sides. MJ, looking over at him from her seat, frowns, half of her face visible in the limited light.

"You okay, loser?" She whispers and Peter nods, trembling a little as the display above him changes again.

The presenter in the corner clicks his remote and the room in suddenly bathed in light. Peter flinches, bringing his suddenly trembling hand up to cover his eyes, a choked off gasp getting forced from between his clenched teeth.

"What we are looking at here," The microphone muffles the scientist's voice, his words gravely. "Is the IC 1101 galaxy. The IC 1101 is the single largest galaxy that has ever been found in the observable universe."