If only he knew

Period nightmares

Tony led Peter up the stairs to what Peter presumed, was his bedroom. They walked down a long hallway while Tony pointed out other rooms of the house.

"This is Harley's room, and this is the bathroom. All the boring stuff," Tony said

At the end of the hallway were two doors, and Peter guessed one of them was where he was staying. And the other must be Tony's room. That somehow made this situation even more interesting. Tony opend the door on the left to reveal a spacious room with a king bed in the middle. There was no other furniture in the room, just the bed. It was almost like the start to a very bad porno.

"This is my room, if you ever need anything. Other than that you are welcome to anything in the kitchen." Tony said with a smile.

"Thank you sir, i'm just gonna drop my stuff of and go back to the garage," Peter whispered.

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Peter had came back to the Stark house at around Ten pm. Harley was asleep and Peter assumed Tony was too. He walked up the stairs quietly as to not wake them up. Peter was tired, he'd worked on the bike all day. And three more parts had been added to the list of things he needed to buy.

His cramps were killing him, and all he wanted to do was pass out. He walked into the room he was staying in and went over to his bag. He pulled out a large long sleeve shirt, and a pair of basketball shorts. He took his binder off and through on his sleep clothes. He crawled under the covers and fell asleep.

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Peter woke up at about three am. He was sweating. He was wide awake. And he was laying in something wet. He sat up and looked in between his legs. He was sitting in a pool of his own blood. If this were his own house he would have sighed, changed the sheets, cleaned himself, and went back to bed.

But this wasn't his own house. This was Tonys House. And Tony was his biggest crush. Peter was having a panic attack, and he started to cry lightly. He didn't know what to do. He didn't see any closets in the hall, so the linen closet must have been somewhere else.

He didn't know what to do. His only other option was to wake Tony up and ask him for help. Peter sat up, and wipe the sweat off his face. When he stood up he could feel the blood gush out of him, and he cringed. The first thing he was gonna do was get cleaned up.

He got a new pair of shorts, boxers, and a new pad. The walk to the bathroom seemed alarmingly quiet. As if someone was listening to him. But he brushed it off.

He walked in to the bathroom and changed. When he looked into the mirror, he saw how pale his face is. He was still kinda crying. He sighed. Life is very cruel to most people. And life really wanted to screw Peter over right now.

He walked down the hall to Tonys room and knocked on the door. It opened a little too quickly.

A/N
Hope you liked it. Sorry it took me so long to finish this, schools kicking my ass.

-JL