Mr. Stark, I'm not okay

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The Avengers tower always took Peters breath away. He came there around twice a week to work in the lab with Stark, but that didn't make it less remarkable. He heard his aunt gasp beside him as the car pulled up onto the big driveway. Tony, who sat in the front seat looked back at the two. "I know right," he said, smiling at the two. 
 Happy parked the car and helped May get out and started talking to her. It was weird for Peter to see his aunt flirting with someone, but the chemistry between her and Happy couldn't be ignored. He walked over to his mentor who smiled at the uncomfortable boy. "They're cute together," Tony said. Peter just shook his head, disgusted by the thought of his aunt being with someone except his uncle. Instead of standing there, looking at them, he limped inside the building with Stark right behind him. Tony looked down at his leg and frowned. "It should be fine in the morning, especially with your healing," he said. Peter just nodded as they took the elevator up a few levels. Thanks to his powers, his body easily heald faster than "normal" people, but the one thing that Stark didn't know was what was left after his body had healed. More times than not,  light pink scars would show where his injury had been. Something that he these last few months had been getting more and more familiar with.
 Tony walked him away from the living room and into a long corridor. Almost at the end of the corridor, he stopped and opened a door in which he pushed Peter into. The room was gigantic, about as big as the kitchen and living room together in Peters old apartment. It looked like if the room was designed for him. The walls were painted in a dark blue colour and a big red carpet filled the floor. In the middle of the room, a big king-sized bed stood. It looked really comfy and Peter got the urge to throw himself on it and sleep. But he didn't. Instead, he put down his backpack at the desk chair, opposite the bed. "It's a great room," Tony said. "Far away from the living room so we won't disturb you, and vice versa." "And the bed is great if you want some lady company over" Peter looked up at Tony, with burning red cheeks, shocked that he even would suggest such a thing. "Or guy company" the billionaire added, looking at the blushing kid, searching for anything indicating that he would want either of the options. "I don't know what you're into" Stark added with a friendly pat on the kids back. "Me neither" Peter whispered, looking down at the ground, but he was to quiet for the older man to hear him. 
 "Alright kiddo, ill give you some time to get settled, ya know, get that smoke smell of you, but the rest of the gang is excited to see you, so hurry up," Tony said, leaving the room. "And we will talk later about that," he said, nodding at the boy's bloody sleeve before shutting the door.

As soon as Tony had left Peter alone in his room the boy sat down on the soft carpet. He really had thought that the man had forgotten about his sleeve, until now. He really had thought that he had come off the hook. Of course not. He hadn't told Mr Stark, because he didn't want to worry the old man. He was fine, at least he told himself he was, but in those times when the panic is too overwhelming and nothing feels real, then he needs to have something that will ground him. At least his mentor didn't have a clue about the papers he had in his backpack. The notes where Peter wrote how many calories he ate so that he wouldn't gain weight. Yes Peter had a very high metabolism, he could probably eat 10 whole pizzas and not gain a single pound, but still. It doesn't matter how many people tell him that he already is skinny because when Peter looks at himself in the mirror all he sees is a fat ugly boy, who doesn't deserve to be alive.   He got up from his carpet and walked over to the bathroom, that connected to his room. The bathroom was big and luxurious, in true Tony Stark fashion. A big shower stood against the wall, with weird buttons that controlled everything about the shower, from the temperature on the water to the scent that the water should have. 
 Peter got into the shower, trying to get the showers settings to as normal as possible, and just trying to get the smoke smell out of his hair.

Tony went into his lab, adding both Peter and May to FRIDAY's system so that he could see their position, vitals and if they were having any trouble at all time. It was a bit stalky, but Tony would much rather do that then let the people he cared about get hurt. This way, he knew if the boy he cared so much for actually was fine. The job the avengers had was no easy job. It was hard and had a big impact on their mental health. Many of them were haunted by night terrors, flashbacks, anxiety or other things. But they were all adults, they had ways of coping. Sometimes the Captian would get up at four am to run, and he wouldn't get back for hours. He knew that Thor sometimes went off to smash somethings in space when it got too unbearable being in the tower. He had seen Bruce sneaking of to Natashas room, so the two could find comfort in each other's arms. Nat had probably sneaked of to Bruce as well, but the billionaire could never seem to see the Russian spy doing that. He also knew that Clint usually tried to find some peace in a bottle of pills. Tony himself often just ignored the feelings he had. But sometimes, sometimes the lab or even Pepper couldn't make those feelings go away. That was when he proceeded to get wasted or "find happiness in a bottle". But it was the kid he was worried about. The spiderling had (except Natasha) probably been through some of the most traumatizing things that can happen to anyone. And he was just a child. What worried Tony more than that was how the teen didn't seem to have any problems with it. Except for the weight loss, Tony hadn't noticed anything different in Peter since homecoming. Well, he had noticed one thing, the big bloodstain on Pete's shirt. He hoped that it was nothing, but deep down he had a horrible feeling. "There you are Tony!" Steve walked into the lab. "Lunch is ready, we're all waiting for for you," he said and left.  Tony followed him out into the kitchen, where the rest of the gang, including Peter and May, sat, waiting for him. "Let's eat," Clint said and started serving everybody some mac and cheese. Everybody ate, talking about stuff that happened to them and getting to know May. Almost everybody. When almost everybody was taking their second portion Peter had barely eaten anything of his plate. "You should eat some more Peter," Aunt May said, dragging everyone's attention to Peter and his full plate. "Gosh kid, you almost haven't eaten a thing" Steve pointed out. "Um yeah, I'm just not hungry" Peter lied. Of course, he was hungry, he hadn't eaten a real meal since Tuesday, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. "Child of spiders, you should eat food " Thor stated, making everybody laugh.  "Yea, I'm just tired, ya know, apartment on fire and stuff. I think ill just go to my room," Peter said quickly, standing up and bringing his dishes to the kitchen counter. "Sure, but were having a movie night tonight, so be down until then," Tony said. "Sure Mr Stark". Everybody returned to their conversations. Peter was just about to leave the kitchen when he turned around a little bit to fast so something flew out of his pocket. He froze, looking around the room to see if anybody had seen him dropping the item. It seemed as if nobody had noticed so Peter hurried to pick up the bloody razor blade from the floor, tugging down his sleeves and continuing to his room.
As soon as Peter had left Nat and Bruce, both having seen the item the boy had dropped, shared a very concerned look.

 Hey, sorry for this long (and kinda weird) chapter. I promise more action will come in the next one. Anyways, please tell me your thoughts so I can write better. Stay safe!