The Pain I'm In || Peter parker || [Completed]✔

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⚠Trigger Warning: self-mutilation, thoughts of suicide intense imigary, severe injuries
Viewer discretion is advised⚠
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Tony's Pov

WE'VE JUST GOTTEN THE KID TO
Med bay. I'm pacing Back and fourth in the hall, pooring with sweat.
The team slowly fills up the room, while I just keep walking up and down, staring at the ground.

They probably thought I've just about lost my mind right now, but I didn't care. I couldn't get those Images out of my head. His Body was horribly beaten up.

The bruises have practically tattood themselves into my brain, and that's not counting all the scars on his arms, thighs. Just about any given space on his body, long pinkish brown lines, littered his skin- blood crusted onto his arms.

There was one thick Deep Wound down the center of his left wrist, trailing up his forearm.

I didn't know what to do at this point, what to think, what to say. All I could think about was How stupid it was for me to trust that man even for a month, I shouldn't have taken my time building some stupid bullshit spy camera; not when the proofs right here.

A broken boy Barely, just barely Alive in there.

I had to force myself to depend on his enhanced Abilities for once. I had to force myself to believe that maybe they'd save him.
I just couldnt yet grasp the concept of my Kid, being this...
Suicidal, let alone Try to kill himself in One of the Most terrifying ways possible.

I just ignored every possible sign and focused on my work. I'm so Stupid.

Peter's Pov

There is a world of pitty surrounding me, and I'm trapped in the fortress of my mind.

"We're still here."
I squeaked at the sudden appearance. 'What? Who said that?'
I called out to the voice.

I was surrounded by darkness.
There was nothing but darkness.
I could look down and sense my Legs running, I could sense them moving forward....but I couldn't see them.

"Did you seriously think you could Get rid of us that easily?" It's voice sends shivers down my spine. Every time it speaks, my body trembles; slows me down. No matter how Fast I thought I was running, it was still there.

Right there.

But where?????

"We're always going to be here,
To remind you; how worthless you really are. You'll never Escape us.
Because we aren't just a feeling."

"WE ARE YOU." 3 voices snap at once. My brain seemingly jolted. I felt my body whirl around, as if the voice had echoed from behind me.

"Y-You Couldn't save my baby!!!! Why?!?!?" A voice calls from one side of my brain. "You couldn't save anyone if your life depended on it" something calls out in front of me. Why couldn't you save us Peter we're you're friends??" Calls out more voices. Where are you going peter," a voice similar to Michael's almost stops me, as I feel the sides my head throb. "PETER HELP ME!!!!! PLEASEEE!!!!!" A shriek from behind me makes something in my body, drop- yet I Still can't see anything but darkness.

The voices were Overwhelming me. I felt like my brain was about to explode.

I was running, a mind splitting pain, running through my left arm. I'm still running, my feet stomp against a thick heavy surface. I can't feel my body.
I can't feel my heart, or my
Chest rise and fall with every breathe I heave. I can't feel the vibration of my throat as I scream for help.

"We are you, you are we. You're trapped here, with who?
WITH WE!" A voice sings after me, as I run.
I keep running.

I can't stop running, until I feel my entire body slam against something, and all of my bones Crack.

My body won't allow me to move, but my mind is awake.
My conscience feels like, a Flickering light. It twitches in the Brink of my chest yet my body still isn't Strong enough to reunite with it.

3rd Person POV

There is a world of pain, and misery; within the child
That lays on that hospital bed.

It's always been so hard for him to cope, but today he's lost.
Darkness consistently envelops him, although every day he faces so many obstacles.

The death of his parents.
The death of his aunt, and uncle.
The deaths of the innocent.

And he feels, as if his own
Would resemble the many deaths he feels he's caused.
He feels like he'll never be able to escape his own thoughts.
He'll never be able to feel safe, and he'll never be able to make anyone feel safe, when he can't even say that for himself.

It all comes down on him.
Like a collapsing building, or the heavy rain that falls over this Building, as he's obviously consumed by the ghost of a coma.

Bruce, is outside; trying to prevent the green guy from showing up. Tony, is pacing outside the door. Nat is staring into space, thinking of the many things she could've done- but didn't. Thor, isn't here. He's probably not even received word of this, though Thor would probably take pity on him.

I mean Who wouldn't,
It all Comes down on him.
A hero, a friend, a nephew, a son, a cousin, an ex boyfriend,

A child.

Fighting to protect this earth every waking second. Whether he's mentally or physically feeble.
and Tony has nothing left to do, but suffer in his own thoughts.

'Why would he do this to me?!?' His demons Steel him away.
Just like the same demon, that Nearly stole the life of a 15 year old boy. If Tony's right about one thing, it's the fact that

We all have our own demons.

But he's wrong if he thinks the one piercing Peter's mind is going to be destroyed.
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Authors note: hopefully you guys have enjoyed!!!! I love you guys!! Thank you so much for reading!! See you next chapter!!
-krazyghostwriter