Peter's eyes opened to complete darkness. He could see himself clear as day but everything else was black. He was wearing his Spiderman suit, without the mask. Suddenly, he heard somebody shouting.

"Help!" Peter heard.

He could hear that voice above any other in a crowd. It was Aunt May. Peter spun in the direction of the cry for help.

He saw Aunt May, being held at gunpoint. The attacker was wearing a ski mask. He was demanding all of Aunt May's money, and he said if she didn't give it to him he would shoot.

Peter wanted to jump to Aunt's Mays aid quick, but he was being held back by something. No matter how hard he tried to move, the only thing that he had control of was his head.

He could move his head, blink, and talk, but every other part of his body was immovable. The only thing Peter could do was watch what was happening.

Aunt May frantically searched for her purse, and upon finding it, gave it to the masked man. He opened it up and took all of her money out of it.

Aunt May turned her head directly towards Peter, and said, "Peter, help me please!"

But no matter how hard he tried, Peter's feet felt as if they were superglued to the ground, along with his whole body.

The next things that happened went in slow motion. The man shot Aunt May, and quickly started to run away. At that moment Peter finally was able to move. He rushed to his aunt's side. Blood was everywhere.

However, when he got there, he looked for a pulse, only to find none. Aunt May wasn't breathing. Peter started sobbing uncontrollably, as his aunt lay on the floor, all life drained from her.

Then, Aunt May looked at Peter, while she was still bleeding, and said, "You were out as Spiderman when this happened. You basically watched me die."

"Tha-that's not true," Peter said, tears spilling from his eyes.

"You failed me Peter," Aunt May said.

Aunt May kept saying his name over and over again, with each time she said it it got louder and louder. Peter was covering his ears, and screaming, trying to block out the painful sounds.

"PETER"

He jolted awake. It was just a dream, just a dream. Until Peter saw Tony Stark in front of him, with concern in his eyes. Tony was holding onto him with a firm grip. It wasn't a dream. It was reality.

Peter starting tearing up as a flood of memories of the past day were going through his mind. The emptiness he had felt once he saw Aunt May in the hospital came back to him, as he continued to cry.

Not knowing what to say, Tony pulled Peter into a hug. Peter just hugged back, sobbing for what felt like forever. He wished he could go back, redo the day, stay with Aunt May, save her, anything but go through the pain he was feeling now.

Tony pulled out of the hug, hands on Peter's shoulders, and said, "I know its tough. It sucks. You feel like the world is ending and your life is over, but I guarantee you you're gonna get through this. It won't be easy, it never is, but I want you to know that I'm here for you."

"Thanks Mr. Stark, but I-I'm okay," Peter said, trying to convince himself more than Tony.

"No you're not Peter, don't lie about it. You're a bad liar," Tony said, trying to lighten the mood.

His efforts sort of worked, getting a small smile from the teen. Peter had stopped crying. He began rubbing his eyes, ridding his face of tears.

"You uh... wanna talk about it?" Tony asked.

"Huh?" Peter said, not knowing what Tony was talking about.

"Your nightmare? You were screaming and covering your ears," Tony said.

"Oh? Did I wake you up? I'm sorry Mr. Stark, I didn't mean to," Peter said, looking down.

"Don't worry about that. Who needs sleep anyways? It's an hour til I usually wake up so I'll get more work done," Tony said, checking his phone then turning it off.

"What time is it?" Peter asked.

"It's 4:50 a.m. So, uh, about your nightmare?" Tony asked, trying to get Peter to talk about it.

"It's really nothing," Peter said trying to fake a smile as best he could.

Tony didn't buy it though.

"You were screaming loud enough for me to hear in my room. I sleep across the hall," Tony said, pointing behind him at the door, "C'mon kid tell me what happened."

"I just... I can't..." Peter said, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, since it's the first night I won't force anything out of you. But if this persists, don't think I'll take no for an answer again," Tony said with a wink.

"I'll be okay," Peter said.

"That's what we're working towards. You should try and get some sleep, kid. I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?" Tony said, standing up.

Peter nodded, then layed back down. He heard Tony say 'sweet dreams', followed with the sound of the door shutting. Again, he almost instantly fell asleep once his head hit his pillow.

-O-O-O-O-O-O-

Peter awoke to the sound of his name, looking up to see Tony Stark. It still amazed him Tony took him in, he didn't know why. The guy was super rich and busy, what was an unstable teenager to him?

"Let's go, wakey wakey," Tony said, before pulling the curtains to the side letting light flood the room.

Peter covered his face with a pillow, not wanting the light to burn his eyes any more than it already did.

"Five more minutes," Peter said, pulling the covers back over his body.

"No time for sleep, we've got things to do today," Tony said, yanking the covers off Peter again.

"I made breakfast, hope you like pancakes," Tony said.

"Since when does Tony Stark cook?" Peter asked, finally sitting up as he began to stretch and yawn.

"There are many things I do that the world doesn't know about. For instance, I just so happen to know how to play the piano," Tony said.

"What? When did you learn to play the piano?" Peter asked as he started to make his bed.

"Since I was like 10, took it for 5 or more years and the knowledge kinda just stuck," Tony said with a shrug.

Peter's stomach growled, and Tony asked, "Ready for breakfast now?"

Finishing making his bed, Peter said, "Lead the way."

Peter could have guarenteed they went through at least 5 rooms before getting to the kitchen, and they had to take the elevator to get there.

Sure he had an elevator in his apartment complex but to have one in the same house? That was much different. For any normal town, the Avengers Tower would be a mansion. For New York City? It had to be a palace.

They both sat down and started eating their pancakes. Tony checked a couple of things on his phone, before eating.

"The Avengers are going to be back tomorrow," Tony said as if it was the most normal thing in his life.

"The Avengers?!" Peter questioned, his mouth full of pancaked and a huge look of surprise on his face.

"You know, Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Captain America, Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Wid-" Tony was cut off by Peter interrupting him.

"No, I know who they are, I mean they're coming here?" Peter asked.

"Uhh, yeah? It is called the Avengers Tower, they live here you know?" Tony said nonchalantly.

"I just thought that was some made up statement, I didn't know they actually live here," Peter said.

"I haven't told them about you yet so you better make a good first impression, just be cool," Tony said.

"Oh yeah, that'll be easy. I'm super cool" Peter said, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't hide the the hint of excitement in his voice.

"Okay," Tony said, rolling his eyes, "There's a change of clothes for you in your room. Put it on cause we're gonna go to your apartment."

Peter practically dashed to his room, remembered exactly where to go. He felt bad that he was so happy considering what happened the day before. Just because he was happy now didn't mean he was close to being able to cope with it.