Hey guys. Welcome to my first story. I hope you enjoy.

Please I beg do NOT give Endgame spoilers. Some people haven't seen it yet. If you want to talk about Endgame then message me.

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This story starts after Homecoming where May knows who Spider Man is.

Please tell me if you like it.

CHAPTER ONE

Peter's PoV:

I didn't know what to do. I didn't care about care about my sleeping routine. Ned knew something was wrong. She asked me if I was good. I'd say yes but I wasn't. I was so tired. So extremely tired. No coffee or tea could provide me enough caffeine to allow me to survive the day.

"Dude, seriously! Are you not sleeping?" Ned shouted in a whisper to me when my head nearly slammed against the table for the third time.

"No. I'm getting enough sleep." I told him. It was fine. Okay, maybe I wasn't sleeping as much. It didn't really matter with all that was going on. I already had less sleep than most people due to my late-night adventures as the friendly neighbourhood Spider Man. What was a few less hours sleep?

"Sure, if you think two hours sleep is enough" Ned scoffed.

"What! How'd you know I got two hours sleep?"

"I didn't. I guessed." Ned replied "Look, Peter I don't know what's going on, but I know you. I know when you are tired it's because something is bothering you. So please, just tell me what's wrong." Ned begged.

"Nothing" It's not like I had to tell him. He had no business asking me what was wrong. I quickly grabbed my bag and stormed out of the room when the school bell rung signalling the end to another way too long day.

"Peter!" I heard Ned calling to me from behind. I ignored him wanting to get away before he found out I wasn't going home. He couldn't know.

I ran out of the school, hopping onto the first bus and getting off two stops later. I nervously fidgeted when I rounded the corner. I hated being here. Sighing I entered the large building hating that I was here. The large sign didn't help. It clearly read 'Queens Hospital'

I knew where to go now. I signed in at the desk, grabbed my visitors pass and headed straight for room 18. I peeked in through the window and upon seeing no one was there I entered and closed the door behind me.

"Hi Aunt May" I whispered trying to fight back tears. "I know you can't control when you wake up but it's day three. I know you will wake up. I need you to." I sat down on a stool next to her bed. Slowly I placed my shaking hand in hers.

"God, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have been out. I know you didn't want me to be Spider Man, but you knew it was part of who I am. I'm so sorry. If I'd just listened. You told me to be home by 10 on school days. I should have been home. You wouldn't have had to drive to that stupid store to get medicine."

At this point I let my tears flow again. It was all my stupid fault that Aunt May was in a coma.

"I knew you weren't feeling well. If I had been back I could have gotten the medicine for you. Then you wouldn't have been in a stupid car crash and be in a coma."

I must have sat there for longer than I intended because a nurse popped her head round the door with a small sympathetic smile.

"Peter. I'm sorry but visiting hours are over and I can't risk letting you stay longer as I got caught yesterday and I don't really want to lose my job. Why don't you go home and eat something?" the nurse suggested and all I could do was give a small nod and painfully walk away from my Aunt.

I hated myself. Anger grew as I made my way back home. I felt too sick and angry to eat anything, so I decided the Spider Man was a better option. I quickly changed into the suit and jumped out of the widow into the cold night air. It was freedom.

"Good evening Peter." Karen greeted me.

"Hi Karen. Any activity?" I asked hoping that punching some people would help. It did. After stopping two burglaries, a fist fight between two drunkards and saving a poor girl from a sexual harasser who I managed to completely knock out in one swift punch the soft burn on my knuckles felt good. I felt less angry. The sadness remained but at least I felt better than I had for a while.

It suddenly started to rain but not wanting to go back to an empty home I took shelter on one of the balconies of an abandoned building. It must have been a block of flats as each floor had balconies one right under the other. I chose the second highest balcony not wanting to be in the rain but still up high.

"Hey Karen?"

"Yes Peter"

"How long will this rain last?"

"The weather reports expected a thunder shower this evening."

"Is this it or will it get worse"

"It is predicted to get worse"

"Okay. Lead me home" I wanted to stay out, but the cold rain wasn't going to be pleasant to spend all night in.

Once I arrived home I peeled off the suit and put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt and headed to my desk deciding that homework would be a good waste of a sleepless night. That was until I saw my phone vibrating. I picked it up and saw a stream of messages I'd been ignoring since yesterday.

Hey Peter. Want to hang out tomorrow?

I guess you're out as Spider man. I'll message tomorrow.

Where are you?

Dude, the bells about to ring. I haven't seen you.

Are you okay. I don't want to be rude, but you seemed angry today and kept ignoring me.

I hope you'll feel better tomorrow.

Morning. You want to tell me what's up.

Nope okay. I'll see you at school.

Dude why'd you leave running.

Please just talk to me. I'm worried

It's not anything to do with Spider Man right?

Did you annoy Mr Stark again. I know he was pissed after the ferry incident.

Dude. Come on speak to me.

Please.

I sighed. I didn't want him to know what had happened. It was all my fault and he'd hate me and never want to speak to me again. I put someone in a coma and not just someone my Aunt. No one could know. I ignored Ned one more and just as I was flopping onto my bed to sleep away the sorrow and pain my stupid phone rung. I would have screamed and threw it against the wall had I not seen who was calling.

Why in the world was Mr Stark calling me on my phone. He'd never called me on my phone. Why did he call now of all times? I couldn't talk to him. I'd risk telling him the truth. Telling him I'd caused May to be in a coma because I was stupid enough to be Spider Man. He'd hate me and take away my suit and never returned it. If he took my suit away for nearly harming people during the ferry incident, then he'd absolutely take it away if he knew I'd put someone in a coma.

Panicking I slammed 'decline call' and slammed my face into my pillow trying not to tear up as I freaked out more and more. Then it rung again. Mr Stark was ringing me again. I knew I should answer. It could have been an emergency. What if he needed me as Spider Man. I'd been waiting since the Vulture for him to let me join him on a mission and now I couldn't stand the thought. Spider Man just hurt people. Spider Man put people in comas. I put people in comas. I answered the phone and held it my ear as tears escaped my eyes. I sniffled and tried to get it together as a voice rung in my ear.

"Peter Benjamin Parker. Change this call to video and tell my why the hell you didn't show up this afternoon and Happy saw you entering a hospital. A hospital that your Aunt is in." Mr Stark's harsh voice rung into my ear. That was all it took for the tears and sobs to flow uncontrollably.

That's it for Chapter one. Tell me what you think and again NO ENDGAME SPOILERS!