Broken Web

the beginning

"I need the suite back"

I felt my body shiver. This could not be happening. This wasn't happening. This suite was everything I wasn't everything I couldn't me.
"But Mr stark... I'm nothing without this suite" I begged. Holding back my tears. I was gonna break in front of him if wasn't careful. My throat had formed a lump that was painful to swallow and the tears pricked my eyes.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have it." Me stark replied coldly. He voice didn't hinder and there wasn't an ounce of sympathy. He was truly pissed off at me.

"I expected it back at the Tower within the week Parker. And before you think on using it again it'll be disassembled tonight. Understand? " he growled. My chest felt hollow like the air had been sucked out of it and a hole lay where my heart was. His tone left no room for argument. I had disappointed someone again.

"Yes, Mr Stark" I replied, refusing to make eye contact with him. I focused my attention on the roof we were standing on. Holding my tears back with the only bit of energy I had left.

Mr Stark didn't say anything more. All he did was turn around and fly off. 

I collapsed to my knees and let the tears fall. How dare I. How dare I feel useful. How dare I feel wanted. How dare I feel wanted. Mr Stark was right... I don't deserve this. I don't deserve anything. 

*******

I landed back home late. It was around midnight when I climbed through my bedroom window. I looked around the small bedroom. My computer in the corner and old consoles I found in the trash littered my desk. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve all that aunt may have done for me. We were struggling to pay bills as it was. She didn't need me to clutter up the place.

Without a second thought, I picked up my latest projected and through it in the desk-side bin. In succession to this, I packed up everything that was on my desk and dropped it all in the bin. I wasn't worth enough to carry on with this shit. I never was so why would I kid myself into thinking I was.

Once everything was done I sat down on my bed and made the suite drop off. I carefully folded it back into its briefcase and closed it. I wrote the address on it and put it by the door.

'This was it. That's the end of the internship.' My eye burned again and I let the tears fall. I was a nobody again. A nobody.