A Slice Of Life, Death And Everything In-Between

My Problems (Melt Away With You Near)

A/N: Hi guys! :D I hope you enjoy this cute little fic and thank you so much for the love and support! You are amazing and I'm so thankful for every single one of you! <3

Prompt by @dragons-armors: Nightmares, Peter and Morgan interacting, Hurt/Comfort

I hope you enjoy this guys and thank you so much for the support and love! You all are amazing! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man or any related materials.

__________

Peter's sides ache by the time he finally manages to open his eyes.

His heart is racing, chest heaving as he gasps, sitting up in his bed and blinking in the blue-gray glow of his Arc Reactor night light, the shadows along his far wall seeming to climb higher and higher with each muffled sob.

The dreams were always the same.

The same building crumbling around him, Toomes' mocking laughter echoing through the rubble, the remains pressing against him from all sides; the same cold, rain-soaked concrete digging into his knees as he kneels beside his bleeding, dying uncle, the same dark, chilled terror freezing Tony's eyes as Peter had crumpled to ash in his arms. . .

Sucking in a harsh gasp, Peter lets it out another low sob, ducking his head down as he shivers. He curls his arms across his middle, gripping the fabric of his sleep shirt in a white-knuckled hold, his comforter pooling around him, sheltering him like a dark blue wave.

Through the loud buzz of his own heartbeat in his ears, the spiderling can vaguely make out the sound of his bedroom door opening, but he doesn't look up, too afraid of the horror flashing behind his eyes escaping and flooding throughout his dark room instead.

"Petey?" Morgan's voice, although a whisper, startles the teen and he jerks up.

"Uh--" The spiderling sniffs, reaching up with a shaking hand to rub at his eyes. His face flushes when Morgan steps closer. "What are you--What are you doing up?"

"I heard you crying." Morgan frowns in that cute but confused way only a 6-year-old can muster, her dark eyes reflecting the faint glow of the night light in the corner. "Did'ya have a bad dream?"

Peter shakes his head, watching as his little sister finally seems to give in and crawls onto his bed, pushing the covers out of the way with her hand. Huffing out a small laugh, Peter scoots over, allowing Morgan to settle herself against his side.

"Comfy, Morg?" Peter asks once his sister stops wiggling.

"You're squishy." Morgan confirms the statement by poking Peter in the ribs, causing the older boy to let out a grunt. "Do you want me to get Daddy?"

"N-No." Peter sighs, weakly batting away Morgan's little fingers away from his sides. "And stop poking me, you turd."

"Or what?" Morgan's grin is wide, her dark eyes sparkling in mischief and Peter can't stop a wet laugh from escaping.

"I'm gonna--" Looking around his room, Peter points to where his newest LEGO set sits, the pieces still cluttered around the half-formed base. "--put all of those LEGOs in your bed."

Morgan gasps. "But-But that's mean!"

"Yeah, well," Peter shrugs. "So's digging your little finger into my ribs. Dad definitely isn't gonna be happy when I tell him how much you hurt me, stink-bug."

"I'm not a stink-bug!" Morgan pouts, curling up further under the covers. "You're the stink-bug."

"Oh, no, no, kiddo." Peter laughs, sniffling. "I'm a spider. You, on the other hand, are a cute stink-bug."