Peter Parker // WHUMP

3 - insomnia

It's Thursday. I'm spending the weekend at Mr. Stark's tower since I got myself hurt on my last patrol. Stupid, I know, but it's not my fault the guy whipped a knife out of nowhere!

Unfortunately though, while I was packing, I forgot to grab my Trazodone. So, now I'm standing in my room, regretting all of my life choices. Looks like I'm not sleeping tonight. I've barely slept all week too. So this'll be fun.

I chuck my suitcase onto the floor and fall back onto my bed, groaning when spikes of pain flutter across my chest. I snapped my ankle on the last mission, so Tony wants me to stay in bed. Not gonna happen.

I limp out to the kitchen, plopping down on one of the island stools with a sigh. "Hey, shouldn't you be resting?" Nat raises an eyebrow at me. "Tony said you got hurt last mission."

"Yeah." I shrug and snag an apple out of the fruit basket. "I'll be okay." I smile at her and take a bite.

Tony comes wandering in, then he tenses you when he sees me. "What on earth are you doing up?"

"Eating." I gesture to the half-eaten apple currently sitting in my hand.

Tony raises his eyebrows at me expectantly, "You were unconscious an hour ago. Go to bed."

"It's 7!" I wave my arms around incredulously. "That's soooo early." I groan and stare up at the ceiling.

Tony crosses his arms and sighs, "I really don't care. You need to rest."

"But—" I stop myself. I realize now that I can't tell Tony I have problems with sleeping—he'd freak out and go all papa-tones on me! I wouldn't want him to worry, either. Plus, it's just a weekend. I've made it longer than that before. "I'll be fine!"

Tony places his palm up in the air to stop me. "I literally heard your ankle snap, Peter. Go back to bed."

I groan (very dramatically, just to get my point across) and limp back to my room, passing a smirking Tony on my way there.

Shutting my door behind me, I take in my room. What to distract myself with? Ah, a laptop! So, I open that sucker up and get lost in vine compilations for what feels like ages.

Is it tomorrow yet? No? I check the time at the corner of the screen—what?! It's only 10:00?! Oh, come on! I fall back against my sheets in frustration. Maybe I should just try to sleep.

So, I shut my eyes as tightly as I can and try to lose myself in my thoughts. Actually, I do end up losing myself in my thoughts. Unfortunately, those thoughts happen to be inclusive of vines, cat videos, and 5 Minute Craft tutorials.

Ugh. Why, brain? Why?!

After staring at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity, I check my watch again. Midnight. 8 hours to waste.

Maybe I can go patrol without Tony noticing. I heave myself to my feet, inevitably falling flat on my face in the process. Nope, ankle still broken. Hurting worse now.

"UghHgHhh." I groan loudly as I lie there, on the floor. Yanking my phone out of my pocket, I decide the best course of action would be to scroll through Insta and take Buzzfeed quizzes to pass the time.

And, voila!—Next thing I know, it's 7 AM! An acceptable time to have woken up from sleep! Only difference is, I got zero sleep.

I have a quick shower, then brush my teeth and head out to the kitchen. "Morning, Peter. Sleep well?" Steve asks with a smile. He's cooking some eggs.

I chuckle grimly, "Like a baby." I run a hand down my face as I sit at the island. Steve sets a plate in front of me, "Thanks." I hum as I dig in.