Superfamily oneshots

Nightmare

563 words

Third-person POV

Peter sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was heavily laboured.

As he looked around his surroundings, he let out a soft sigh. He was in his and his aunt's apartment. He was safe.

He got out of his bed, springs creaking as he did so. His sock-clad feet padded softly on the floor as he walked into the small kitchen. He reached for a glass, intending to fill it with water. But he dropped it , causing it to shatter on the ground, when he heard a thud from aunt May's room.

Peter quickly vaulted over the glass and bee-lined for May's room. He opened the door slowly, raising a fist to prepare for an intruder but what he saw was far worse.

May was lying on the floor, unconscious, with blood pooling under her head. She had hit her head on the bedside table after tripping over a misplaced slipper.

Peter quickly collapsed to his knees by her unconscious figure. He was crying hysterically, all sense going out the window. He was screaming out her name, checking her pulse, finding it weak but still there.

Regaining some common sense, he grabbed May's phone from the top of the drawer. He quickly dialled 999(or whatever the emergency number is in your country) and responded to all the questions with a shaky voice.

The next parts were a blurr of flashing colours. The ambulance took him and his aunt to the hospital.

Peter was in hysterics. He was sat in the hospital room when his aunt's heart beat kept flat lining.

There was a faint voice in the back of his head, calling his name. Someone shaking at his shoulders.

Peter opened his eyes with a loud gasp. Tears fresh on his face. There was a figure sat in front of him, trying to catch his attention. His vision still blurry, but he could tell it was Tony. He could recognise that gotee from a mile away.

He outstretched a hand, blindly looking for something to hold onto. He ended up grabbing at Tony's AC/DC shirt.

"Peter! Can you hear me?"
Tony pulled Peter into his chest, running his hand through the mess of curls, shushing him gently. Peter sobbed into his chest and clung tightly onto him.
"dad.. I.. It was horrible"
That was all he could say through broken cries.

They sat there for odin knows how long, swaying gently. Peter's cries finally subdued to quiet sniffles.

"Pete, do you wanna talk about it?"

All he got in response was a small shake of the head. He sighed and repositioned them so he was laying down and Peter was laying on his chest.

"just go to sleep bud, we can talk on the morning if you want to, but I won't rush you."

Peter nodded slowly and made himself more comfortable. He knew he would be okay, because his dad was there to protect him from his nightmares.

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