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Chapter 1: Well This Isn't Good

When I say the whole team lives with them I pretty much just mean the OG avengers.

(2 Months Later)
Peter trudged his way home from a long Monday at school. He had zoned out and was fully on autopilot. The day at school had taken everything out of him, trying to pay attention in class felt impossible and he felt terrible for not interacting with his friends more. Ned and MJ had separately questioned him about what was going on and both of them commented that he'd been unusually quiet, that he'd off for a while. Of course everyone has been off in the beginning. Almost 4 months ago when everyone came back, but it didn't take too long for the others to recover as most people were just happy to be back with family with maybe just a hint of adjustment problems.

And here Peter still was. Which wasn't surprising as he'd felt like shit since well before the snap, but it hadn't been this bad in a long time. A long, long time.

Peter suddenly zoned back into the walk home when someone's bag accidentally brushed against his right thigh. He quietly gasped , the stabbing pain had caught him by surprise. Of course he knew why it hurt, he'd caused it after all. The new layer of scars, scabs, and cuts that had covered his old ones. So he forced his face into a placid mask and cursed himself for his moment of weakness. This was his fault.

Once back at the tower Peter made his way up to his room. Momentarily he stopped to greet Tony but he quickly slipped away under the pretence of homework. He dropped his school bag and lay down on his bed. Running his hands over his head he hadn't realised he was crying until he felt the dampness on his cheeks. The hollow ache he felt in his chest only deepened and so he got up, grabbed a blade, made his way to his en suite and locked the door behind him. He sat on the cold floor and rested his back against the wall. Dragging his trousers down he looked at his torn up thigh and decided that he needed a fresh piece of skin. Or at least as fresh as his left thigh was-covered in old scars and all.

Again and again he sliced at his skin. Cut. After cut. After cut. Peter just couldn't understand himself; there were no bullies anymore, he had amazing friends, he loved living with Mr Stark, and he always had his high tech suit ready for if he needed or even just wanted to go out(and that was a thing he had used to love to do), even the amount of nightmares he had had dramatically decreased. Basically, there were no excuses left. The only reason Peter was doing this was because of himself. The self loathing that engulfed him at all hours of the day. And the constant heavy feeling that wouldn't let up. Peter felt the sting on his thigh as the blood dribbled down his leg and added to the blood that was already pooling round his leg. Perhaps a little too quickly, despite the amount he cut it normally wasn't this bad, or this many. He did it once again for good measure. After that Peter shed his clothes as fast as he could and stepped into the shower, to avoid any blood-other than the pool that had already formed- from creating a mess. As the hot water hit his wounds Peter inhaled sharply. You'd think maybe with his enhanced healing he might avoid any part of the pain that cutting brought, but he didn't. It healed his cuts a lot quicker than your average persons but that didn't matter when new ones were constantly being created. Peter sat down and let the water rush over him, he looked at the steady stream of blood flowing from his leg for a period of time and suddenly began to get very anxious. There was a lot of blood, and it showed no sign slowing down. He turned off the water and did his best to dry off without staining anything, until he gave up and grabbed a hand towel to press against his leg. He rummaged around in the cabinet above his sink until he found his stash of bandages. Using the rest of them all at once just for good measure, Peter wrapped his leg up in an attempt to tend to his wounds.

He lay back down on his bed. His hair was wet and he was wearing grey pyjama bottoms and a comfortable hoodie. Beneath that, he could feel his thigh throbbing. It hurt. He had really gotten out of hand and he was going to pay the price by hiding a limp for the next few days. Even with his healing. Peter fully intended just to give in to his constant tiredness and sleep when a voice spoke up.
" Mr Parker, Mr Stark is requesting for you to go down to dinner immediately"
Peter took a moment to reply, dinner had slipped his mind in all his panic,
"Do you think since it's a request I could just ignore it, FRIDAY?"
"I believe this is a request he expects you to act upon, sir. And I've to let you to know that the other members of the team are also joining you tonight."

Pretty much all of the avengers lived at the tower, however they'd often come and go as they pleased and so it was unusual for them all to be there at the same time. Clint especially spent more time away, obviously to be with his family, still he often stayed at the tower as he had to stay in New York for working at S.H.I.E.L.D. But Yeah, there wasn't any getting out of this without Tony coming to check in on him, potentially with backup, he might as well go down and get some food. He rolled onto his side as a way of beginning to get out of his bed and immediately regretted his decision, he composed himself and continued on his way to dinner, seriously doubting how he was going to keep his mask plastered on the whole time. So
he tried to prepare himself as he entered the elevator and watched as it led him to the floor below.

Published:31.05.19