{ON HOLD} Broken (Fieldtrip Story)

Trembling

Peter's P.O.V.

I think Mr. Harrison is trying to build up the tension, but I kinda just want to hit him. He keeps looking around the classroom like he's the king of the world, probably feeling like he has the best news ever. After several minutes of us looking at him expectantly, he finally ushers the already dead silent classroom silent, and tell us the 'amazing' news.

"So the school has been trying to arrange this for several years now. And I'm very pleased to announce to you that you are the lucky class who get to go on a special fieldtrip to Stark Tower!"

My hand loses its grip on Wade's, which I was holding under the table, and I stare blankly at Mr. Harrison. The entire class is, judging by their movements, celebrating. I can't hear anything. My view is focused on the triumphant teacher at the front of the class, who is celebrating just as hard as the class is.

I remember the first time Tony took me to the tower. I came home one day and there was a black car in front of our building, one of the windows rolling down the moment I looked at it. Tony had taken me to the tower, laughing as I looked up the enormous building, taking in it's majesticness. We went to Tony's lab that day, Tony showing me around. We stayed in there the whole night, not sleeping once. May wasn't too happy that I screwed up the test I had the next day, probably because I fell asleep after I filled in the answer to question one.

I need to get out of here. I get up, my legs feeling like they are made out of jelly, and rush as quick as I can out of the classroom. I sense someone behind me, but I can't bring myself to care enough to check who it is, so I keep looking forward. I have no clue in which direction I'm walking, but I end up in the same bathroom we were in earlier, and I fall. I crash to the ground, not caring enough to hold back the tears anymore. Someone's hands pull me up and the person wraps me in their arms, stroking the top of my head.

I'm suddenly very aware of my surroundings, every colour popping, every sound loud. Even though the person is whispering, it feels like they are screaming and I can't talk. I try to tell them to shut up, but there are no sounds coming out of my mouth, so I just push them of of me, a body crashing against a bathroom stall.

A girl chrouches in front of me, her face slightly familiar. In the corner of my eye I see a boy check on the person still lying against the stall. She slowly moves her hand to touch my shoulder, probably checking if I won't push her too. I allow her, my eyes still fixed on the boy I pushed off.

My breathing speeds up when I hear the boy checking up on him say 'Wade'. I recognize the red shirt he's wearing first, his newly bought shoes next. My eyes meet his, and I cry out. A feeling of intense guilt raises in my chest, realising what I did.

Wade's P.O.V.

He recognized me. My heart breaks when he lets out a strangled sob, his hand clutched over his mouth. His shoulders are shaking, MJ standing beside him, not knowing what to do.

I stand up, my legs shaking. I get over to my shaking mess of a boyfriend, and sit down in front of him.

"Peter?"

He doesn't respond. We've been in this situation before, and I do know what to do, so I ask him again. He raises his head the second time, his cheeks wet with tears. I notice his breathing is speeding up when he looks at my head, which is covered with blood, and I grab his hands when I notice to prevent him from grabbing hold of his throat, like the last time.

"Peter, you don't have to respond, but I need you to match your breathing with mine" I look deep into his eyes, making my breaths deeper and easier to focus on "can you do that?"

He shakes his head, tears running over his cheeks.

"Yes you can. Babe, please. Just match your breathing with mine. Come on, you can do this" He closes his eyes, concentrating. His breathing slows down a bit, his shoulders shaking.

"It hurts" The words are so soft that I'm sure both MJ and Ned couldn't hear them, but I could. And I hate them. I lower my voice even further, knowing that he can hear me no matter how soft I speak. "I know babe, but it will stop if you get your breathing under control. I promise"

"P-Promise?"

"I Promise"

"O-Okay"

His eyes close again, his hand grabbing mine tightly, squeezing it as he focuses on my own deep breaths. His breaths slowly slow down matching mine, and he opens his eyes again.

"Are you okay now?"

He nods and sticks his arms out to me, combined with his best puppy eyes, looking like he's a toddler. But I don't give a shit, and I wrap him in my arms, glad he's okay. I send a grateful look Ned and MJ's way, who are holding the door closed, making sure nobody enterns this bathroom.

I keep holding Peter until he releases me, and as we leave the bathroom I remind myself to contact Pepper about this. This happens too often, and she was there when Tony initially helped Peter through them, so maybe she knows a way to prevent them. I can't stand seeing Peter goes through this every time.

A/N; Hey guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to update! I hope you enjoyed this tho, and I know Peter's symptoms make no sense, but the story progressed the best this way :)

(The Speechless update is coming later today ;)

Lots of love

-R