"I can't do it anymore, Mr. Stark..." (suicidal Peter parker~FanFic❤)

"One Step~"

(Trigger Warning❗~ Suicide attempt ~cutting ~ overdose and jumping/falling -read at your own risk🔺~)

Peters Pov~

I knew it wouldn't be long until Mr. Stark figure out I was gone. I swung to the top of the building I had chosen, the one that had the best view I planned to overdose but I wanted to feel that amazing feeling I felt when swinging for one last time. I landed taking off my backpack and sitting down on the edge with my feet dangling off. I slowly removed my mask and suit. Having had worn civilian clothes underneath so that I die without people finding out right away, that was Mr. Starks's choice now, I slowly opened the bag taking out the bottle of pills sitting it onto the ledge next to me.

 I lifted the blade out of the bag staring at it before rolling up my sleeves, I was calm yet crying. I was just numb I couldn't feel the cool fall breeze I could barely hear the traffic below me. I slowly dragged the small piece of metal across my wrist, cutting deep trying to just feel something, anything. I grabbed the pill bottle pouring the contents out onto my hand. 

I shakily brought my hand up to my mouth dropping the pills in and swallowing the chalky substance. I began coughing from the dryness regretting not bringing water, doesn't matter now I'm gonna die anyway. my feet pulled up off the edge as I took my stand struggling as my weak body wanted to give out, the view was beautiful as always, the sun slowly setting as the cities lights got brighter as the sky slowly grew dark. 

"Weak"

"Just do it already" 

"They'd be better off without you!"

"Freak!"

jump! do it! 

 the thought ruined the peaceful moment, I can barely see tears blurring my vision and streaming down my face, blood pouring slowly dripping down my arms and yet, I'm numb I don't feel the pain just the emptiness no one will save me..., I can barely hear anything.

I just wanna fall and feel free

"One step, just one more and it all goes away."

I got closer to the edge barely staying conscious.

one step.....

the bullying, the pain, ill stop being a burden it'll all go away.

exhale~

 That's what I want.... right?

I'm useless

one more...

Inhale-

my chests tight...

Exhale-

"do it"

 Just step~

"Kid?" No, shit no nononon he can't be here he can't- "why don't you come down from there Pete?" A new voice said. I could barely see but I turned a little to see Nat, Steve, and Tony.

Crap.

"паук ваш кровотечение иди сюда, пожалуйста." Natasha spoke up. (little spider your hurt come here.... please.) I shook my head turning back towards the edge. "kid you mean the world to us please.." Mr. stark said I could practically hear the begging and pleads through his hoarse voice, most likely from crying.  I hurt them, another reason to die, I finally spoke up " i-i..I c-can't do t-this anymore...please j-just l-let me g-go.." I said stuttering the sentence out. I began to shake as the pills were taking a toll on my body. I saw black spots starting to cloud my already blurry vision.

"I'm s-ss-sorry." I choked out,  suddenly coughing up blood, I was slipping out of consciousness. 

Tonys Pov~

shit, he's gonna fall he doesn't seem aware anymore so I rush to grab him but I'm not close enough, he falls unconscious and falls backward. "PETER!" I yelled before closing the ironman's suit mask blasting down towards peter. I caught him way to close to the ground, I flew as fast as I could with a bleeding peter in my arms. 

I called bruce on the way to the tower to get the Med-bay ready. I barged into the room laying peters limp body onto the bed. I got to see the cuts fully now that I wasn't in such a rush, oh my god- There s-so deep. and with that Bruce rushed us out of the room. we sat outside waiting-no, hoping peter didn't succeed, the one time we didn't want him to. Steve handed me the kid's backpack, the first thing I saw was the suit, I continued through the bag I saw the blade and pills? he must have taken the pills as well because the bottles empty. I saw the note in an envelope but I couldn't bring myself to read it. I sighed,' why couldn't I see I-I'm so blind I should've seen the signs, I failed him.'

  bruce came out with a hopeful look on his face, "he will be okay, he needs rest and support he won't wake for at least a few days.' he turned and left walking away. I got up leaving the note with Nat and Steve. I went into the room to see a very pale peter laying still on the bed hooked up to many machines with stitches and bandages on his arms. I sat in a chair beside him and held his cold hand "everything is gonna be okay."

I said in a promising tone. I began starting to drift off in the chair, he wasn't gonna wake for at least a day and I'm exhausted, I might as well get some rest I need to be there for him when he wakes. a sad smile played on my lips looking at peter before I closed my heavy eyelids waiting for sleep to rush over me. 

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