Lost

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Peters POV

"Peter, dinner is ready." I heard from behind my door. I just mumble in response. I've been awake for an hour, but instead of getting up, I've just been laying here. I wasn't planning on getting up for food, but my stomachs growl changed by mind.

When I got downstairs, everyone was there. They were sitting on the counters, the couches in the common room, just standing in the middle of the room. This did relieve me a bit cause I was in no mood for a traditional dinner at the big table.

"Hey kid, how was the nap?" Tony side-hugs me, but I push him away, not in the mood.

"Fine." I grab a plate and pile some food onto it.

"We're gonna watch a movie soon. Star Wars. I remember you telling me it's your favorite." He follows me around the island as I collect food.

"I was thinking of eating in my room." I blurt. I would've agreed to watching the movie, even if I didn't want to. But, I just wanted to be alone.

"Oh, sure, kid. That's fine." He sounds disappointed. Almost like his dream got crushed. Maybe it did. Spending time with his soon-to-be son could be his dream for all I know. I give an awkward smile and walk back up to my room.

Once at my room, I set the plate down on the nightstand and jump onto my bed. I find my phone mysteriously charging on the other nightstand. Was Tony in here while I was sleeping? I could care less now, I can text Ned.

Hey. Sent 7:46PM

I completely ignore all the other texts he sent me before. This one word text ought to piss him off.

You're alive!! Where were you? Received 7:47PM

Avengers tower. May died. I'm staying with Tony and everyone here Sent 7:47PM

Dude I'm so sorry. R u gonna be at school on Monday? Received 7:49PM

I haven't thought about that. All my stuff is at Mays apartment, which is a crime scene. Tony could just pay the deputy to get a backpack.

Idk. All my stuff is at Mays. I cant just go there and take stuff. I just really need the math worksheet, which is on the website, and notes, which you'll obviously let me copy. Sent 7:50PM

No!! Stay home!! Received 7:50PM

I'll think abt it. I gotta go Sent 7:51PM

Sure, Ned is my best friend, but texting him can be annoying. He's always mom-ing me, which sometimes I appreciate, it gets too much.

I grab the food and eat slowly while playing games on my phone. After about thirty minutes, I find myself laughing at memes on Instagram about James Charles.

"Peter?" I hear from behind my door. Tony walks in my room with a confused look on his face, "are you okay?"

I wipe a tear from laughing so much and show the meme to him. He just nods, but seems weird.

"Look, um. I was just checking in on you, but seems like you're doing okay."

"Yeah. Oh, uh what am I doing about school? Like, can we go back and get my school bag?" I set my phone and Tony gets more comfortable in my room.

"I didn't know you wanted to go back to school so quickly. Don't you want to take a few days off?"

"No, what for?" He seems like I've asked him the dumbest question in the world. Sure, some people would want time off to mourn, but I'm fine.

"Lets just talk about it tomorrow. You should get to bed." He pats my leg and gets up to leave.

"Why?" I sit up, the food almost falling onto my bed.

"It's late." I laugh.

"It's 8:30. I'm 16."

"Good. You need your sleep." He just walks out, not closing the door, leaving me confused. I get up, close my door and jump back down onto my bed.

Over the next few hours I play my phone, watch movies on the huge TV in my room and occasionally get up for more food. Tony came into my room to check on me, but thanks to my super hearing, I could be prepared and make it look like I'm sleeping.

I guess I was too focused on a scene in the movie I was watching, cause Tony bursted into my room, angry and annoyed.

"What are you doing? It's 2:30 in the morning!" He shouts, probably waking others up. He gets close to my face, and I smell a familiar smell. Scotch. It was a common smell whenever Mays boyfriend was over.

"It's Saturday. Why are you even awake?"

"Don't talk back to me." He seems to be getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"I- I wasn't? I was just asking you a question."

"That's it, give me your phone." My jaw drops, I've never seen him so mad. Right before he can my phone , I slide it awake onto the ground. He walks around my bed, and takes it before I can get it. He then grabs the TV remote and turns off the TV.

"Go to bed." He slams my door shut, with me left with so many emotions. I use my web to turn off the light, then kick my pillows off my bed in annoyance. Too lazy to pick them up, I go to bed with no pillows.