Peter Parker One-Shots

PTSD

Hello! So this story contains medication and drugs are spoken of, so if you don't want to read about that, just skip this story. It's not like the entire story is about drugs, but I can't say anything else without spoiling the story.

Also, for some reason Ned just doesn't exist. Or maybe he's sick. Idk.

One more thing: there is some cussing in this.

Okay, I lied, this is the last thing. This story takes place after Far From Home with all of the Avengers alive, as most of these stories will. Enjoy!

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"Remember, your presentations are due tomorrow," the teacher said as Peter's class started packing up and leaving the classroom.

Peter zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. MJ grabbed Peter's hand, and they walked out of the classroom and down the long, crowded hallway together.

"Sooooo," Peter started, "You have literature next, right?"

"Yep," MJ responded. "And it's right here."

They stopped in the hallway next to MJ's classroom door. MM placed a small kiss on Peter's cheek and gave a small wave goodbye. By the time MJ had entered the classroom, Peter had turned to the color of a tomato.

Peter turned to face the traffic of students down the long hallway, and wished his next class hadn't been on the opposite side of the school.

As he got closer to his next class, Peter's brain started to feel fuzzy. The hallway seemed to narrow, and dark memories came flooding back to Peter's head.

Peter stumbled into his next class, barely making it all the way to his desk in the back of the room.

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It was about halfway through that class period that Peter realized that he hadn't taken his medication for his PTSD that morning.

All of the Avengers faced traumatic experiences at some point. Some of them could move on from whatever the experience may have been, but most of them tried, but memories would come back to haunt them. Eventually, Steve made a rule that they were all required to start taking medication for their PTSD, and it really helped all of them. Peter was monitored the most, as he was the youngest, and his panic attacks and dark memories were worse and harder to manage than the rest of the gang. He had never missed a pill until today.

The vice principal marched into the classroom. "Hi, Mr. Green. I just need to pull you out of the classroom for a brief moment. Students, please behave."

Of course, as soon as they left, the students started socializing.

Peter took this moment to open his backpack and grab his extra container of his medication. What he hadn't realized, though, was that his hands were rapidly shaking.

Peter picked up the capsule and opened the lid. He started to reach for a pill, but the dark memory came back to his mind.

There was a small boy with bright blonde hair wearing an Iron Man t-shirt and ripped jeans. He looked about eight years old. He was standing against the wall of a dark alleyway, and Peter remembered himself telling the boy that he was safe. Then a shot rang out, and the boy fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his head.

Peter dropped the open capsule, spilling the pills across the floor. The sound of the medication hitting the classroom floor gained the attention of the students. All eyes were on Peter.