Exhaustion

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by Spidersoning

by Spidersoning

T.W- sad, maybe triggering in some places.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Tired.

That was the key word here for me.

Pulling myself sluggishly from my warm bed i sigh, i never seem to have any time nowadays. With trying to pay for May's hospital bills, the rent, food and other essentials i'm having to work constantly. On top of that i also have to go to school, do homework and patrol. You see May got into a car accident. A bad one; i always go visit her and pray she gets better, but the doctors aren't sure if she'll make it.

No one knows about my situation, especially not Tony. He has started to notice my lack of absence, but how am i meant to face him and lie to him, and have enough time. Ned and MJ have noticed the bags under my eyes that have permanent residence under my eyes, unlike my situation. Just as i am about to leave i see a piece of paper lying beside the door, picking it up my eyes widen and my heart drops. In bold lettering it says:

EVICTION NOTICE- 2 DAYS TO EVICTION

Tears start to build in my eyes but i will them down, begging myself to keep my walls high. Sadly a traitor slips through the wall, before any more can scrap through my phone rings out. Quickly wiping the tear away i pluck my phone from my pocket. Looking down i see it's an unknown number but i know it straight away, tears gathering in my eyes and my stomach lurching as i hold the device to my ear.

"Hello. Is this Mr Parker?" Someone asks solomly from the other line.

"Yeah, t-this is Peter" I reply, already dreading what is about to be said.

I hear a sad sigh from the other end and the women say "I'm so sorry Mr Parker. Your Aunt passed away just now".

Tears break through my wall as the silent traitors attack my face, reaching deep into my heart and tearing it to shreds, leaving not a morsel behind to carry on the steady beating of my heart and leaving the remains of a shell. Dark and alone.

"O-ok. Th-thank you" I stutter out trying to pull my thoughts together for just a slight second.

"I'm so sorry for your lose" She replies, even though she doesn't know me or my aunt you can hear the remorse. Quickly i end the call and collapse to the floor, exhaustion and sadness setting in. Not only am i tired from not sleeping but i'm so tired of all the pain i feel, the constant lose that always seems to consume every inch of my life. I'm just so exhausted.

More tears slip down my face as i stand, eyes blurred and knees weak. Phone clutched tightly in my grasp, like a lifeline to reality i stumble to my room. Knowing i have no other option i grab everything i own and shove it into a bag. My heart screams at me to stop, telling me i need to stay, savour the memories and see Tony. But my head is stabbing my with thoughts of leaving, running, the exhausted state of mind wins as i practically fall into May's room, crying more as it smells more like home than ever. I grab the sweater from her bed and inhale deeply, relishing in the peace it brings to my chaos. Taking that and a picture of us from the side i shove it all into my bag and start heading to leave.

The street is cold.

Bitter cold.

Everything blurs together as the tears are non stop, the exhaustion seemingly being replaced by the racing thoughts in my head and the pain buried deep in my bones.

I don't know how long i've been walking (Stumbling) through the busy streets. But my legs burn with every step and my head felt clouded.

Somehow i ended up in front of Stark tower. I don't know why i'm here, Tony wouldn't want me here, wouldn't want me to be a burden. As i turn to leave i hear someone shout "Peter? Is that you", turning back i see Clint running through the doors. As he gets closer and sees my face he takes a sharp intake of breath and wordlessly pulls me into a hug.

For the first time in so long i break in front of someone. I let the walls down as i sob into his shoulder, trying desperately to take a breath, but never seeming to be able to. Clint, rubbing my back soothingly whispers "Calm down bud. Breath for me okay". I try to listen but with everything that has happened i can't seem to.

Somehow we are in the lobby. I'm still clutching tightly to Clint, afraid if i let go he will die too. Still not being able to breath properly i cry more, until i hear the one voice that can pull me from all this "Kid", someone, Tony says alarmed and running to me.

Clint let's go for a millisecond and then i'm in someone else's arms. "Shhh Petey I'm right here. You need to breath Pete, listen to my heart beat okay" he says quietly, calmly. Voice cutting through the thoughts i don't reply as i listen the his heart, being pressed against his chest means it's loud. It drowns out all other sounds, and calms me knowing he is alive. My breathing slows and i can feel the exhaustion set back in.

Tony guides me to the elevator, still keeping me close. Keeping me safe.

As we step into the common room he moves me slowly to the sofa and sits me down. He sits beside me and opens his arms slightly signalling for me to hug him. I lean into him and hug him. "Sleep Bambi. We can talk when you wake up. I promise i'll be here. I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He says calmly, running his hands through my hair. I nod and shut my eyes "Thanks dad" i mumble out as i dreamless sleep consumes me.