Fallen Spider [Irondad Spiderson]

Chapter One-Oblivious

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. I could have saved them. They could be sitting next to me chatting my ear off but I failed. My best friends. I couldn't even save them. I'm weak. PATHETIC.

The teen sat on his bed with his knees to his chest rocking back and forth.
"FRIDAY, lock my d-door"
"YES SIR" the AI voice replied back.

As Peter continued to feel guilt weighing his body down he started to shake. Come on you fucking idiot. Just go do it.
The boy had been telling himself to visit his friends for the past three hours. But he thought if his friends were to come back to consciousness, would yell at him. Tell him all the things they hate about him.

*buzz*

Peter looked down at his phone and saw he had a missed call from the hospital and decided to call back.

"Hello?"
"Um hi, my name Peter Parker. This place just called me"
"Oh hi sir, we have some news for you. The parents of our patient Ned Leeds said you were someone we should contact."
"..."
"I hate to say this but your friend has passed".
*beep*

Peter threw the phone.
"MR. PARKER, I BELIEVE YOU SHOULD TALK TO SOMEONE. YOU ARE IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE. YOUR HEART RATE HAS GONE UP AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT." FRIDAY said.
"I-I'm fine, pl-please just keep my door locked".
Sitting on the bed the teen started to shake more violently, trembling he tucked his face against his knees. He pushed his hand against his leg and pinched his inner thigh hard, trying to prevent the anxiety and panic attack.

Fuck up
LOSER
MURDERER
YOU KILLED YOUR BEST FRIEND
YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM
LET YOURSELF DIE INSTEAD
KILLER
VILLIAN
YOU DONT DESERVE YOUR HERO SUIT
STARK HATES YOU
BRUCE HATES YOU
NATASHA HATES YOU
STEVE HATES YOU
...THEY ALL FUCKING HATE YOU...

"N-no" the suffering person mumbled under his breath as panic overtook him.
Clutching himself he sat there for 30 minutes before everything edged away enough to move around.

Slipping into his private bathroom Peter looked at himself in the mirror.
"Fuckin ugly" he muttered not wanting to look at himself. His stomach was so small his ribs were slightly showing. He hadn't been eating much. His eyes were red and puffy and dark bags lay underneath. After washing his face and taking some Ibuprofen he slipped on a baggy black hoodie with "team stark" on it. Throwing on a fake smile he heads out his door and goes downstairs. In the family room sits Clint, Steve, and Bucky. Nat and Tony were arguing about something at the stools in the kitchen. Bruce was in the labs doing research.
"Sup dudes! What's for dinner?" He asked enthusiastically.

"Really? It's only three" Clint chuckles.
Tony just stays quiet and examines his face. Peter notices and turns more in the direction of Clint.

"I know" peter whines.

"Well I'm gonna go shower, see ya guys"
"Hey!" Natasha jokes.
"And girl" he throws in a laugh.

As Tony tries to figure out what was different about his apprentice he starts walking to the labs. He's been acting odd the last month. At least odder than usual. Everyone else is too oblivious to realize anything is off I guess. Maybe I'm crazy, the kids' probably fine.

Back in his room Peter sets out some clothes for after his shower and goes back into his private bathroom. Grateful to be alone again. As he slips off his clothes he looks down at his body. Gross.
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Word count: 598

I know this chapter is short but it's the first I guess. I hope you like it. Please comment if you see anything misspelled or my grammar is terrible I want to make this somewhat enjoyable to read. Not annoying. I wont have a set upload schedule because I'm not responsible enough for that and i dont want another reason the let people down.