[3:30PM] Peter woke up with yet another nightmare. Though they had been getting sparse there were sometimes where he didn't know how to cope. He was crying uncontrollably and clutching his knees to his chest. He tried to scream for his dad but he couldn't find his voice to begin with. He just sat there, with tremors shaking his whole body, trying to calm himself down but to no avail. Come one Peter, you're Spider-Man, you can do it, calm down, come on He tried taking deep breaths but it didn't help at all. His breath was quickening by the second, meaning that if he didn't slowdown he would hyperventilate and pass out. Come on Peter you can do this! Just breathe for fuck's sake! He took a big breath and held it. He proceeded to exhale with force and repeat the same process two more times, seeing that it had calmed him down a bit the first time. When he was finally able to get up from the spot he had collapsed at, he started walking towards the kitchen. I need to drink something I feel so thirsty right now.. but with all this sweating no wonder I'm thirsty As he was walking the stairs down - yes he used the stairs 'cause "he needed a distraction from his thoughts and counting the stairs was a great one" - he bumped into someone who turned out to be Bruce. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing up so late? It's 3:45PM.." said the scientist while yawning. "I, uh, I needed to drink some water 'cause I'm thirsty soo.. I came here, yeah!" he said flashing a smile at Bruce who was looking at him sheepishly. "Well, okay then good night." "Goodnight!" said Peter and continued his path to the kitchen. I hope he believed me.. He opened the refrigerator and poured himself a cold glass of water. He drank it all at once and settled the glass on the kitchen counter. Making his way back to his room, Peter was thinking. Actually, the correct word is overthinking. He didn't want to go back to sleep, simply because he wouldn't sleep but relive his worst fears and the traumatic events he has experienced. He decided that swinging out at 3:50AM would do no harm so he suited up, holding his mask at his hand, hesitating. Why should I hide anymore? It's not like they'll never know. The sooner, the better. He decided against taking his mask and he headed out his window.
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To say that Tony Stark was angry was an understatement. He was fuming with anger and worried to death upon hearing that Peter had left the compound in the middle of the night without his mask. You see, his mask is equipped with Peter's AI, Karen which helps tracking Peter's vitals and alerting Tony when Peter's in distress or needs help. But withour his mask, there's no AI. At least, tracking vitals was still possible. "Friday, inform me of Peter's vitals please." Yes boss. Peter appears to be in mild distress, probably from the lack of sleep but he is not in danger" Tony let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Fine, can you tell me his exact location?" "Yes sir. Peter seems to be just above us, on top of the tower." Tony shivered at the thought of what happened the last time Peter was at that exaxt location. "Okay, thanks Fri." said the billionaire already on his way to the elevatoright sorry for being inactive for centuries and for the small chapter
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Fanficwhat happens when Peter's last living relative and parental figure dies in a shooting? will he be able to recover or he will go downhill and follow line? /oof i succ at descriptions sorry owo./ -I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this f...