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Chapter Four

Trigger Warning: Self-harm and attempted suicide. Proceed with caution.

"Bruce, quickly, bring the table over here!" almost screamed Tony, adrenaline rushing through his body. "I need everyone to leave the room, I need space!" said Bruce and everyone complied, except from Tony of course. "Did you not hear me Tony? I said I need everyone out of the room!" said Bruce, anger mixed with fear lacing his voice. "No I'm not leaving him alone again! It's MY fault this happened!" Bruce didn't say anything, continuing his work on Peters body. "Friday, how long is he unconscious for?" "Almost an hour, sir." "Oh my god.." mumbled Bruce under his breath but Tony heard him. It's all my fault, I should've seen how upset he was, what kind of father am I?

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Peter woke up with a throbbing head. Oh crap I must've hit my head at the bath- wait. where am i? oh crap I'm at the MedBay. shit. Peter went to get up but regretted it when his head felt heavy and collapsed on the floor again. Except he got caught by strong arms before he hit the floor. "Hey, underoos take it slow. You hit your head pretty bad there." he heard the billionaire say. "T-Tony?" "Welcome back Pete." said the elder with a sad smile. "You know we need to talk right? So, will you tell me what happened and how long.. this has been happening?" Peter swallowed hard. oh he knows. way to go Pete you managed to upset him yet again. "I- um- I heard you talking with the Avengers when you were answering their questions. I was happy at first when you said you were going to adopt me but I understood that you did it because y'know you had to, and I felt like a burden. Then I thought about my aunt's body again and I almost had a panick attack but I managed to... control it, if you will..." Peter fell silent as he scanned the elders face for any reaction. "Well, first of all, you are not a burden. I am happy to have you here, in fact it's the first time I've been this happy since Pepper left. Second of all, I've told you this before but Peter, you're like a son to me and I love you, so so much I'd die if anything happened to you. I want you to be here, I want to adopt you. So do not ever think that you're unwanted here. It's your home now, kid." said Tony softly. Peter's eyes threatened to spill tears again but he didn't care. He pulled the billionaire in a tight hug, startling him a bit but he quickly reciprocated and hugged him back even tighter, if possible. For the first time that week Peter felt loved.
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That feeling didn't last long though. Peter woke up feeling worse than ever. He looked at the time. 4:00AM. He sighed. He didn't want to go back to sleep, nightmares waiting for him as soon as he closed his eyes. He felt like he was choking. The weight of his blanket over him pressing him, choking him even more. He quickly changed into his suit and opened the window. He needed to get out, to get fresh air or else he didn't know what he'd do.
Meanwhile..
"Mr. Stark, sorry to interrupt your sleep but it appears that Peter has left the building." said the AI with its mechanical voice. Tony woke up immediately and sat on his bed "Can you tell me where he is right now?" asked Tony while getting dressed "It appears that Peter is heading towars his old apartment, at Queens." "Thank you Fri." said Tony as his suit assembled around him and left the building. He needed to find his son.
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Peter was standing at the edge of a building on the opossite side of the road that lead to his old house. He quickly swung towards it and entered from the back window that was always open. He sat down on his bed. His mind was racing, his thoughts making him dizzy. When he managed to calm himself down a little, he packed a few things that he wanted to take with him. The words from his 'nightmare' replaying in his head as he looked at a photo of him, Ben and May. "You are a disappointment Peter. You've let us all down. It's your fault." "No, no, no STOP! STOP IT!" he screamed while hitting his head repeatedly trying to get the voices to stop. But they wouldn't. He grabbed a blade that was laying on his old bed and dragged it across his arms again and again and again and again until there was no space on both hands. But cutting did nothing this time. He needed to end it all. He couldn't bare to live with these voices anymore. He had had enough. He climbed out of the same window, his suit still lowered down to his stomach, and moved towards the Tower. Ironman was ready to get in the apartment but he saw Peter head back to the Tower and relaxed a bit. He went to the Tower and waited for the kid to come. He needed to talk with him about the adoption papers after all. And what time is better than 4:30AM to talk about this subject?
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Peter was standing on top of the Tower. This is it. I'm finnaly doing it. I'm not going to be a burden anymore. He smiled through his tears. He was tired of crying. Tired of trying too, actually. His foot hovered over the edge of the building. What's up Peter? Are you afraid? Come on! Jump! It's what you've wanted for a long time. Just do it. It's not that hard. He took a deep breath as he moved both his feet over the railing that surrounded the top of the Tower. He felt himself relax. He removed his shooters and left them on the floor along with a note that said "Sorry dad. I love you. Goodbye" He opened his arms and let himself relax completely and free fall. He looked down and saw the ground coming closer and closer and- wait. What's happening? Why is he moving upwards?

and that's for today guys uwu love ya!
-ppeterpparker