Another Tasm Fanfiction
Chapter I: Secrets
Peter shifted uncomfortably in his small, single bed. He wasn't usually as uncomfortable as he was tonight, after so many years of sleeping in the same bed wouldn't he find it somewhat comfy? As every minute went by Peter became more restless, tossing and turning violently in his now-dishevelled sheets, until he woke up with an unearthly gasp, clawing viciously at his chest. At that moment, Uncle Ben came rushing through Peter's door to see what the disturbance was. Uncle Ben had always been Peter's fatherly figure, ever since he could remember his Mom and Dad dropping him off on his Uncle and Aunts front door and leaving, never to be heard or seen of again.
"Peter?" Uncle Ben questioned wearily, as he took a few more slow steps towards his unsettled nephew.
"Sorry, Uncle Ben. It was just a nightmare." Peter replied wholeheartedly, and with an unsteady voice.
Uncle Ben took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, before slipping them back on. Without any hesitation Uncle Ben sat himself down on Peter's bed, wrapping Peter gently in his arms, pulling him close. Just like when Peter was young and often had nightmares. Peter allowed himself to be held tight for a few more moments, Uncle Ben pushed Peter away gently, slightly rubbing his back to comfort him.
"What was your nightmare about?" Uncle Ben asked.
Peter focused his Hazel, innocent eyes on his Uncle's brown ones. "My Parents." Peter looked away from his Uncle, as if to say he didn't want to talk about it.
Uncle Ben sighed inwardly, He knew what had happened to Peter's Parents after all, but didn't want to tell Peter until he could handle the news. Peter scanned his Uncle's face as he patiently waited for a reply.
"Tell you what, Kiddo. Try to get some sleep, tomorrows a big day, right? Field-trip tomorrow." Uncle Ben smiled reassuringly, flashing his small and white teeth. He planted a soft kiss on Peter's forehead, than stood up and slowly walked to the door, only to stop when Peter spoke.
"Uncle Ben. You make a great Father." Peter pulled back his sheets and hopped under them, laying is head in a comfortable position on his pillow, closing his exhausted eyes.
Uncle Ben smiled once more at his grown up nephew, and flicked the lights off, closing Peter's door quietly and strolled back to his own bedroom, that he shares with his wife May.
As Uncle Ben came into his bedroom, May was awake, sitting up in the bed, fiddling with the sheet covers. Uncle Ben took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, hopping into the bed.
"How's Pete?" May asked after a moment's silence.
"May, we need to tell him about his Parents." Uncle Ben stated, Aunt May agreed.