TW: Depression, self-harm, suicide.

It has been weeks since Peter Parker came home from Thanos' wrath, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. If you killed him the first time, you wouldn't be such a failure. You should've stayed dead. He shook his head to attempt to get away from the voices in his head. Since school was cancelled for the rest of the year, he had more free time to be Spider-man, hang out with Ned, and visit Stark industries. His schedule wasn't as busy as it used to be, so he was able to catch some sleep that he lost. That didn't last long when his phone vibrated on the table beside his bed as he sighed and grabbed it.

May: I'm going to be extremely late, so I have stay in a hotel overnight. Stay safe. Call Tony if you need to, and I love you.

Peter: I love you, too. I might go over there if that's okay.

May: That's fine. I don't like it when you're by yourself.

Peter: Okay, okay, I get it. Talk to you soon. Bye.

He didn't have the chance to put the phone as he got more messages that sent his phone to going static.

Tony: Hey, kiddo, May texted me to tell you that you should come here. I'll send Happy now to pick you up.

Ned: What are you doing tonight.

Peter: I'm going to Tony's tonight, but I don't know about tomorrow though.

Ned: See if I can come by tomorrow then. I want to show this new thing I have.

Peter: Alright.

He gathered some clothes, a spiral notebook, and backpack as Happy pulled in. Rushing to the car, he slowed down to greet Happy. "Hey, what's up?"

"I'm glad to hear from you, kid," Happy said. "The boss wants to see you."

"I know." Peter got into the car and buckled his seatbelt.

"You hungry?" The driver asked. "Boss wanted me to make sure that you ate?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Everything okay, kid? You're usually hungry?"

"I'm okay, promise."

Tony was in his lab fixing suits when FR.I.D.A.Y. interrupted. "Sir, Peter has arrived. Should I tell him to come here?"

"No, I'm on my way," Tony replied. "Tell him that there's ice cream in the fridge."

"Happy informed me that Peter refused the offer to get food."

"That's weird." He sat up and went to the lounge where Peter was sitting. The kid loves ice cream...something's not right.

Peter looked at him and turned away as his head was buried in his knees. "Hey, Tony."

Without hesitation, Tony sat next to him. "What's up, kiddo? Bad day?"

"Yeah, you can say that," Peter answered and took a deep breath. "Flashbacks—"

"Of what? Who?"

"Thanos, Vulture, seeing people disappear, Ben...everything," the kid began. "I mean it's not bad at the moment, but it's hard."

"I was like that when I first came back from Titan," Tony told him. "I mean, I couldn't sleep or anything in that matter. You disappeared and nothing could've been done about it. It was my fault, you know."

The kid shook his head. "If that was true, you'd be dead right now."

"Alright, alright," the older man chuckled. "What about sleep?"

"It's hard."

Peter felt the pull as Tony pulled him closer. "Want some food? Of course, you want some food. Besides, you can't refuse me."

"I guess you're right," the kid agreed. "I mean, I did come with you—"

"And I regret not taking you home myself," Tony interjected. "You're not going back up in space. I lost you once and that's something I can't handle going through again."

"I didn't mean to hurt you—"

"No, I hurt myself by not being able to do anything about it." Tony stopped the kid.

"I'm going to change in my room." The kid walked to his room.

Peter wasn't the type to be upset, but that's how he's been for weeks. Not a soul knows about his issues. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing old scars on his wrist. No one knew about that either. "F.R.I.D.A.Y, lock my door, please."

"Of course, Peter." The door locked as he sat on the bed as the kid held a piece of metal.

"Boss requested to enter the room."

"Y—yeah, hold on a minute." Peter said as he hid the metal and changed into his black hoodie.

A minute later, the door opened and Tony walked in. "Hey, buddy, what's taking so long?"

"Nothing," the kid lied and rolled down his sleeve. "It's nothing."

"Pete."

"Yeah?"

He sat by him. "Everything okay at home?"

The kid nodded. "It's great. May is amazing and well," he said. "We're going to Ned's tomorrow. Why?"

"I'm just wondering because you haven't been yourself lately."

The kid shrugged. "It's okay—"

Tony rolled the kid's sleeve without the kid knowing. Well, until Peter jerked.

"Peter?"

"I got to go, I'll see you—"

"Sit down, kiddo," Tony said with a gentle voice. "How long has this been going on?"

Peter looked away from him and looked at the window. "Since I came back.," he whispered, trying to keep the tears from falling. "I mean, I'm matching the inside with the outside. Besides, those are old."

"May has to know, and I won't let you exclude her from this." Tony explained.

"Tony—"

"This is serious, Pete." He pulled him into a hug. The fact that he went through the same thing made it worse.

"I'm going to get some sleep after I eat."

Tony nodded. "I'll be waiting." He walked out and picked up his phone. "Play music in his room for a few minutes." He had a phone call to make.

He dialed May's number, hoping that she would answer.

"Hello." May answered from the other line.

"Hey, it's Tony," he said and sat down. "You got a minute?"

"I do, why?"

"Have you been looking through Pete's room?"

"No, why?"

He let out a sigh. "I'm sorry that I have to tell you this—"

"Where is he?! I swear, if you had him killed—"

"No, it's that he's been," he paused to take a deep breath. Here it goes. "He's been hurting himself."

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?"

"He has self-inflicted scars on his wrist, May."

Silence took over for what felt like forever. "Why didn't I catch this?" May asked.

"It's not your fault, I promise."

"I'm on my way right now," she said with worry. "Keep an eye on him. Hell, watch some Pixar movie that I'm sure will make him tear up."

"Will do, see you in a bit."

Pete's going to kill me…