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

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⚠trigger warning: self harm/mutilation, severe injuries. Viewer descretion is advised⚠
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Peter's Pov

"I-IT'S GONNA BE OKAY KID-"
Those words, gave me Relief.
I can't recall the last time, I felt like that if I'm being honest.

I know I had flinched away from his touch at first; however I was greatful, he Brushed that off.

I'm spider-man. I shouldn't be Curled up in a ball let alone crying into anyone's chest, but at the moment I didn't care. For one moment; I felt like every problem I had ever Dealt with, had demolished.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" my voice cracked
"Save it kid. I'm just glad you're alive." It was almost 7 minutes before Mr. Starks arms subsided.

When he did, my mind went back to the same state it was in before.
But I bared with it.

That little Problem was enough, to trigger a Tsunami of emotions. The crazy thing was that I'd been allowing myself to feel, and react to them.

When I process this I remind myself of the many times I have shown a reaction, and had the living shit beat out of me.

But why? Why did Michael hate me so much? Why couldn't he have killed me?

"We do, have alot to talk about though peter." I was relieved that Mr. Stark was now talking. I didn't want to keep thinking, I don't like feeling trapped in my thoughts like that.

"I-I know." I reply bluntly.
His words only faded off into the muffled murmurs of Bruce and a few nurses in the room.
I couldn't help the pounding, in my chest. My demon is clawing it's way out, through the center of my chest.

Its only a matter of time until
My world fades back to him. Slowly but surely I ease myself back into his words. The Subtle voice in my brain drives me to tilt my head.

"What the hell, is wrong with us?" The voice calls unto me.

"We're sitting here. Crying.
That woman and her child...they don't get to sit and cry, hell they don't get to live another day like we do. Why are we feeling so sorry for ourself?"

Mr. Stark snapped me away from the voice, "Peter. Are you listening to me??" He shook my shoulder.
I nodded in reply, and his eyes Dart back and fourth uneasily.
"Peter. Can I just ask you something?" He rubs his knees before standing up.

I gazed up at him, and he Didn't hesitate before continuing although I didn't reply he knew I wasn't going to.

"What the hell is going On with you?!? Did you even stop to think that there were people here, that wouldn't stand ANOTHER SECOND on this FUCKED UP planet Without you?!?"

His 'humble words'...
They were all it took to bring the demon out. And when he's out, he's Ready to play no matter who you are to me. No matter who anyone is to me.

"You Really wanna know what I was thinking?!" I spat, rushing up. He furrows his eyes, and stiffens his posture. "I was thinking.." I replied trailing off.

"What, were we thinking peter?
we're the ones who have suffered not him, right?"

The voice interjects, Within the safety of my thoughts. "Answer me Peter!!" He spat, scowling at me.

I immidiately stood up, right in his face, and he slowly backed off. I eased back slightly, and rubbed my hair before pacing around the room. I eventually come to a halt, balling my hands up.