The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Accident Prone

Hey guys! Little authors note here! Sorry I don't update often, I only update in little space and some things have been getting in the way. Good things! My first performances with the drama club! Winnie the Pooh the musical! Anyways here I am, uwu-smol.
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Peter woke up, heart pounding. He opened his mouth and screamed, his paci falling out as his hands went to his hair and tugged. The sensation grounded him and reminded him that he was here and now, not there and then, but the sound of the gunshot still rung in his ears. "B-...Ben" he mumbled. Suddenly a pair of hands were on his shoulders.

Bruce was shaking him slightly, trying to get him to snap out of it "Peter, baby, it's okay!" He said, not knowing what headspace he was in or how he should address the situation. Peter's eyes widened as the situation registered in his head. Wet sheets, paci, onesie, Stuffie. He knew. His fear was too large at the moment for him to overthink the situation, he knew he could just lie his way out of it anyways. He just leaned into Bruce's hold and cried.

After a couple of minutes Tony spoke up, surprising Peter, as he hadn't noticed him before then, "C'mon, Pete, let's get you cleaned up. How about a nice, warm bubble bath, eh?" He asked. Peter just shook his head "Get out. I can clean myself up." He said, suddenly ashamed. He remembered what happened before his nap. He had regressed in front of BOTH of them. Tony opened his mouth to speak again, but Bruce just cut him off, "Kid, I'm a doctor. I know this isn't good for you to hold in, so just let us take care of you. Actually, I've been doing some research and age regression is a very good tactic for coping. So let's get you cleaned up and maybe you could regress again, if you want."

Peter thought for a moment before nodding, tears in his eyes again. Bruce sighed and nodded "which of us do you want to bathe you?" Peter sniffled and shook his head "I can bathe myself... I don't want..." Bruce nodded "That's okay, Peter, I understand. I'll run you a bath though, then I'll go." Bruce got to doing that as Tony took his place holding Peter's hand, "uh, Pete? Do you wanna talk about it? About your nightmares?" He shook his head hard, causing his head to hurt and throb.

After an awkward silence that seemed to last forever, the bath was finally done, complete with bubbles and some rubber ducks. Peter shuffled into the bathroom awkwardly, acutely aware of his accident and was now violent sliding between head spaces. He just wanted to feel okay again. Maybe, have a day without breaking down. Be able to sleep okay without seeing his aunt and uncles dead, glassy eyes as the police covered them with cloth to carry them away. He shut the door behind him {TRIGGER WARNING: TRYING TO HURT HIMSELF NOTHING GRAPHIC, SKIP THIS PART IF YOU WANT TO!!!!} And began searching under the sink, in his cabinet to find it. He just needed something to take away the suffocating numbness. He felt like a dead man, waiting for his heart to be started again with a defibrillator. But he couldn't find it. It wasn't there. Bruce opened the door and stood there for a moment "looking for this, Peter?" He held the blade in his palm, looking dissapointed. "I thought I'd check on you." Peter's eyes welled up with tears as his idol, Dr. Bruce Banner, held his problem in the palm of his hand. "Now, Peter, I'm gong to stay in here while you bathe, but I won't look, I promise, I'm sure you understand." He reached out but Peter backed away, not sure what to think or do. Bruce put his hand down "We don't have to talk about it, but I'm here for you. Now, take a bath before you get a rash." He spoke softly and calmly. {END OF TRIGGERING SCENE!!!!!!! SKIP TO HERE!!!!}
(Bruce is in the bathroom now, not looking as Peter gets ready to bathe)

Peter stripped off his clothes and sat in the bath, silently washing himself off as Bruce sat on the corner, looking at his phone, paying the minimal amount of attention. After he was clean, Peter grabbed one of the ducks and smiled a little before putting it in his mouth. His face scrunched up at the taste of he soap and cheap plastic and he coughed, making Bruce look concerned, "what's wrong little boy, can I look or is it okay?" Peter shook his head "Paci!" He said and pouted, getting into his headspace. Bruce smiled a little, relieved "alright, let's get Dada to bring you your paci." He said before sticking his head out the door, "Tony, he wants his paci. Get his clothes set out too once you're done cleaning." Tony nodded "alright, but look what just got delivered!" He said proudly. The boxes were labelled with names like ABU, Little for Big, and Tykables. Tony already had the sheets changed so he pulled out an outfit. It was a snap-crotch onesie with a spaceship on it, a pair of shortalls, an ABU space-themed diaper, and a pair of paw patrol pull-ups, depending on Peter's preference and current age. Bruce nodded, impressed "adorable, but we need a paci now." Tony smirked and handed him an Iron man themed adult pacifier.

     Peter tried to be patient but his anxiety just kept growing and growing the longer he went without his paci and Papa. He looked to the door "PAPA!" He called out, making grabby hands for the paci. Bruce turned around to face the boy, frowning at the thin, white lines on his body before quickly recovering and putting his smile back on "here you go babyboy, we bought you a... Few new things." Peter blushed and looked at the paci in awe "IRON MAN!" He cheered before putting it into his mouth and sucking on it happily.

     Bruce just chuckled and shook his head before draining the water and helping Peter dry off, "okay, Peter, do you want a diaper, or pull ups" Peter went bright red and shook his head "I'm...I'm a big boy, I don't need them!" Bruce just shook his head "please, let's not make this diffucult, you wet yourself early. It's only going to be me and Dada who knows, so how young do you feel right now?" Peter looks at the ground "diaper, pease" he whispered and Bruce nodded, "good boy!" He laid Peter down on the bed and put the diaper on him along with some baby powder. Then he got him dressed into his new outfit. Peter clapped when he saw it, very excited to be getting new things. He sat on the bed and began to open boxes. There were bottles, sippies, pacis, onesies, diapers, and pull-ups. There were also stuffies, rattles, and other toys in another group of boxes. He was so overwhelmed he didn't even know where to start, he got on the floor and started playing with his new stuffies, beginning a dramatic game of "Who murdered the count" before his papa went to the living room to fix him some food. Peter and Tony followed along soon after they were sure the others would be gone for the day.

     After half an hour they had eaten and were sitting in front of the TV, watching Paw Patrol. Peter looked up at his caregivers and smiled, talking around his paci "I wub you. Tank you for the cool things!" Their hearts both melted as they pulled him into a hug. They were one happy family.
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Hecc now I'm sad, I wan a caregiver :(((
Oh well

Sorry to talking about dark subjects, I try to steer clear of cussing or anything that may remind someone of what stresses they are trying to get away from through regression, but it's the truth that many regressors struggle with these kinds of things.