[• ᴛᴏɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ •] Legacy

Chapter Six

THIS CHAPTER HAS SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS, SO IF YOU ARE A WEAK HEARTED PERSON I REQUEST NOT TO READ THIS CHAPTER OR JUST SKIP AFTER YOU SEE THIS "~"

"It's fine kid."

That line was looking and felt so familiar, that little Peter wasn't able to identify that man's appearance he had recently bumped onto. On his way to school, he was in constant thinking about the same voice he heard from that person. Peter was in his chemistry class, not able to focus on what the teacher was trying to explain. They were discussing about various chemicals which have an exploding nature and should be handled by care.

"Alright class, be sure to use the proper amount of chemical in order not to blow your face off." The professor instructed. Everyone put on their lab clothes and Peter did too, grabbing the test tube and pouring the chemical into it. As soon he grabbed the other tube, and poured it into the liquid, those same voices flew into his head, multiple times.

"I'm just opening the door for you."

"If you're nothing without the suit, then you shouldn't have it."

"You did good, kid."

"It's fine kid."

"PETER!" Ned alerted Peter out of his senses as he threw away the test tube which had the chemical, bursting out a small explosion that along it deployed smoke. Peter got shocked for what happened and held Ned for safety.

"What is going on? I told you to handle the chemicals properly!" The professor scolded Peter, as in a minute he threw off the lab glasses and stormed off the lab. 

"Peter, Peter wait! W-where you going!" Ned followed him out, as MJ sighed in distress.

Peter walked out of the main entrance, Ned cried out and stopped him. "Where are you going! Pe-" Ned looked at the spider boy, filled with tears and desperation.

"Peter.. I.." Ned had nothing to say, he was starting to see the boy crying again.

"Ned, I'm gonna go commit suicide." Peter declared. 

"WHAT?! Peter are you hella stupid?!" Ned cried out.

"YEAH I AM!" Peter replied, as he shouted at the top of his lungs. Things were a little silent for a while when he saw MJ, looking at them both in the back. Peter wiped his tears, and cleared his heavy throat.

"Ned.. I could even hear his voices.. each and every time.. first I see him.. now I hear him.. his voice rings inside my ears. I can even now feel.. f-f-feel him t-touching me and h-hugging me! Even when.. w-when I saw him for the l-last time at the battle-" His lines broke as Ned hugged him tightly and shed tears with him too. He was worried about his best friend, who even thought of killing himself. Poor Ned couldn't do anything to understand, even no one else. There was no one to help him now.

"Please Peter.. d-don't leave me too.. I lost my loved one and now I'm not gonna see getting taken away too.. please.." Ned hugged him tighter, but Peter was still looking hopeless. The kid looked like he had no energy to live now. He had lost everything, now he felt like to give up.

~ (WARNING AHEAD!)

At home, Peter grabbed himself a sharp blade, as he turned it around for it's view, as Peter knew which side would be more sharper for a better pain shot. He then put the blade on his skin, slashed his arm out, as the blood splattered out. He cried in pain, but he tried to sustain himself. He then took another slice, as the pain grew more bigger. He tried not to shout and cry in pain because if he did, May would notice and probably go crazy if she caught him doing this suicidal act.

Peter then looked at the internet for some counsellors who can help him out better. He joined an appointment with one of the best psychologists, as he discussed his issue. He even told if it's okay to give up on life if our is meant to lose the people we love the most.

"Mr. Parker. I really, solemnly understand your inner pain for losing your parents, then your Uncle, and then your mentor, Iron Man. But, if I want to make a point, Mr. Parker, then giving up on life isn't the only solution. I don't know what you are or what you do, but you need to understand the purpose that why are you still alive. Iron Man also had a terrible past, but for the sake of people he killed himself, even he might think that the world would still hate him. It doesn't depend that if the world hates or giving up on you so you will go and kill yourself. Understand. Why would he want you to be alive even if it was the sake of his own life."

The counsellor wasn't wrong at all, but it was hard for him to cope up onto these terms. It was hard for him to understand he was alive just because of him. If he killed himself, his death would have been worthless.

But..

Will there be a change into his heart after knowing something new?

"That voice.. it felt like Mr. Stark.. totally like him.. but.. he is dead..? I can't say it can be another one who carries the same voice- no, it can be him- FRICK." He slammed his fist on the table in frustuation, rubbing and clenching his hair.

"Or was it.. really Mr. Stark?"