So! I kept skimming over my future story plans and discovered that instead of doing that I could build onto this story with the same ideas as it would build more character throughout the chapters. Having said that, I present to you, chapter two! Hope you enjoy!

"Severe Recurrent Major Depressive Disorder, Moderate Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Severe PTSD." The petite lady, likely around her late twenties, listed off slowly. She pulled a tuft of her long black hair behind her ear as she looked up at the two exhausted heaps of human beings in front of her.

She couldn't tell which one was worse off, the fidgeting teen that seemed he could burst out of his seat any second, or the uptight billionaire that had his arms crossed so tightly it seemed tension itself was personified.

Peter tried to maintain what he thought appeared to be his semi-calm stature as he shifted uncomfortably in the hard leather chair, the small cramped room was suffocating, he had no idea why, out of all the office space in Starks massive building, they had to pick this tiny white room. He fidgeted a bit, using the ends of his oversized sweater as a distraction. He could feel the psychiatrist and Mr. Starks stares, likely wanting some kind of reaction to what was just said. He tried to fight past the numb waves of exhaustion to conjure up an expression, but to no avail.

Tony finally cleared his throat as he directed his attention back to the psychiatrist. "So, what's the plan?"

"In light of recent events…"

Peter winced at that statement alone, his attempt seemed to be the topic of every conversation he had, had over the past couple of days since it happened. Supposed that wasn't out of the ordinary for this sort of thing though.

"He cannot be left alone, I advise hospitalization- not long term." The psychiatrist quickly added, seeing the blood drain from Peters face, "just until we can be for sure that Peter won't be at risk again."

Tony looked at Peter expectantly, "you heard the professionals opinion…what do you think?"

…

He had tried, he tried so damn hard to hide any and all emotion- hell it had been impossible to react five seconds ago! It seemed as soon as Tony asked though, Peter was reduced to a sniffling mess of tears. "I don't know…" It was barley a whisper. Never had the boy felt so alone, so torn, hopeless and ashamed.

An audible sigh could be heard as Peter felt a hand on his shoulder giving a reassuring squeeze. "Well you are in luck because I think I have a solution to the whole hospital deal. I already promised I wasn't going to send you off somewhere- I can get the hospital to come here."

Peter looked up, slight disbelief in his features, "seriously?"

Stark handed him a Kleenex as the boy tried to quietly swipe away his tears, "I don't see why not, this building is one of the most technologically advanced in New York, it's definitely secure enough to keep you here."

The psychiatrist made her voice known at this, "This would be a wise choice, often times It is hard to give psych inpatients the proper individual attention they need while they are on the unit. The only flaw in this plan is the lack of group therapy opportunity, but with your…unique background you wouldn't be able to talk about your experiences without compromising your identity anyways."

"Hey! You're in luck, I happen to know several Avengers that are pretty messed up- I'm sure they would give anything to help you Pete, maybe we could set up a few powwows with the team. Call it a group building exercise or something."

The kind lady across the desk folded her hands on top of the now closed laptop in front of her, "I have a team of psychiatric nurse's, social workers and therapist on my unit at the hospital, we can arrange replacements for them at certain intervals of the day so they can travel here to check in on Peter."

Tony clapped, "perfect! Kid, what do you think?"

"I- well…what about…y'know…school?"

"We can get you private tutors to come in throughout the week, although you will not be tutored more than two hours a day. Too much stress of old triggers and stressors are not going to do you any good if you want to get out of here and be stable anytime soon. Remember that when you get out you will be in the right mind to get caught up in school rather than leaving now and falling further behind."

Peter nodded and took in every word the psychiatrist said, "that makes sense…what about…aunt May? A-and the kids at school, what will I-"

Tony couldn't take it anymore, "Kid. Let the adults figure this crap out, you focus on you and getting yourself better, ok?"

The teen nodded quietly, Tony and the kind psychiatrist woman finished up, Peter supposed he should have probably listened to the rest of the conversation, but his mind rarely held on to things more than a few minutes nowadays.

"Alright, seems reasonable, do you think you can agree to those standards Peter? …Kid?" Tony looked over only to find the kid staring blankly at a wall straight ahead of him, he seemed to be lost in deep thought. Stark sighed, "this will get easier, right?" He asked the psychiatrist.

"At first? No, not at all, in fact this week will likely be hell. You need to watch this boy, I have the best of the best to ensure that any patient under my care will have the best opportunities to not only stabilize them, but give them the courage and motivation to make a recovery. My therapists and social workers have very specific methods to how they counsel patients both in PTSD, anxiety and depression."

"Ok- so can you, I dunno, make all that simpler? For me, I mean I am the one that is going to have to answer all of his aunt's questions and trust me there will be a lot."

"I wouldn't dwell on the details Mr. Stark, I will be personally talking to Peters Aunt as well, it's important that we are all on the same page. There is one more thing I want to bring up before I leave to meet with her though. Medication. What is your opinion on that? It could very well benefit Peter with his symptoms."

Tony felt his heart drop at the question, "Meds? Like…anti-depressants?"

"Not just limited to that, there are a lot of things we could try that would make it easier for Peter to cope with what he is feeling. There are a multitude of sleeping PRNs that double as antidepressants or anti-anxiety medications."

Stark rubbed at his face nervously, "I think his aunt will be able to answer that one better than me…I just…he's young…also, it might be a good time to mention she has no idea what has happened."

"Excuse me? You said this event took place two days ago- how does his legal guardian not know that he tried to take his own life?"

"That's complicated! See, his aunt thinks he is just…kind of training with the avengers for the weekend! She- obviously she knows about his powers and all but...yea not about this."

"Right. So I will NOT be meeting with her tonight, but we will be having a family session in the morning instead of Peter having his first one to one therapy session. This has to be talked about immediately to the guardian Mr. Stark- you know that."

"Of course, I'll speak to her about it tonight- right after this. Until then…" Tony looked a bit sadly over to the still unmoving boy as his stare had shifted to the large window that gave a perfect view of the city.

"Do not let him out of your sight Mr. Stark, don't pry too much either- his therapy and strict scheduling starts at 7AM tomorrow morning, please make sure he gets at least eight hours of sleep tonight."

Tony quickly stood and shook the woman's hand as she gathered her things from the oversized desk and turned towards the door, "You got it. Thanks again for coming in so short notice doctor." Stark waved the lady off, hesitantly turning towards Peter. "Hey Kid, it's almost supper time, how about we order out tonight? Your aunt hottie is going to be coming soon- it's going to get a little crazy so let's get you some food before then."

"…Mr. Stark?"

The man shifted uncomfortably from where he stood, Peter slowly turned towards him and managed to look up, tear struck eyes met concerned ones. "Am I broken?"

"Kid- Peter…no. No and I'm going to prove that to you. Give it time, but for now, let's go order some food. What are you in the mood for? Chinese? Pizza?"

"Hm…do you have any Kid Lunchables?"

Tony stared unbelievably at the kid, "I..I don't even have to know what that is, but I am certain that it is in no way a balanced meal like you need."

"Oh…"

Looking over at the yet again silent teen Tony sighed angrily, getting out his phone he dialed Happy's number. "Get me all the Kid Lunchables you can find in the local store's- Happy I have no idea what it is that's what the cashier is for!"

After quickly hanging up, Tony went straight back to his uncharacteristicly caring voice. "Come on…lets go sit in the living room, get out of this damn stuffy room."

Peter nodded, slowly following his idol down the long hallway and into the oversized glass elevator, the teen looked carelessly over the city landscape as the elevator climbed to the top of the tall building. As soon as the elevator opened the two stepped out, Peter soon fell behind Tony, coming to a complete stop.

"We have to tell her, don't we? I caught that much."

Tony sighed, "Unfortunately yea, can't have you missing for weeks and lie to your aunt all that time. Besides…she has a right to know, she cares about you Pete."

"Yea…yea your right." No tears sprang forward at the thought of having to tell Aunt May about what really happened two days ago. Peter silently thanked the sudden wave of numbness as Tony dialed the number on his personal cell phone, normally FRIDAY could have easily dialed the number on speaker but the two thought it best to keep things quiet.

"Hello?"

"H-hey May."

"Peter! You know, I would appreciate a little bit of a warning the next time you decide to train at the pent house for the weekend. I almost called the cops! I was worried sick and-"

"May."

Her voice dropped, "…what's wrong?"

"When can you make it up here? We need to talk."

"Peter I-…I can be there right now if I need to be."

"Ok…I-It, I mean it's just a little important. There's no need to rush-"

Tony yanked the phone away from the kid, "It is urgent, I'll send a car your way, should be there in twenty minutes."

"Ok- Is Peter in danger? You are both scaring me!" She sounded frustrated, Tony couldn't blame her.

"No- not now, I just thought it was best if we all caught up on the last few days."

"…Ok. I guess I'll be there soon then."

"Yep! See ya then." Tony ran a hand down his face as soon as he hung up.

Peter looked down, once more fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, "sorry."

"Don't be- at all, it's just stressful talking to your aunt, she is kind of intimidating."

After talking to Aunt May Tony had called a local gourmet pizza place and ordered a large pizza, figuring it was best to have something for Peters aunt when she got there. Peter had ended up falling asleep on the couch by the time Happy arrived, arms full of the most artificial food Tony Stark had ever seen.

Peter woke in a slight panic as Happy dropped the grocery bags on the end of the couch, earning a slight glare from Tony as he saw Peter jump.

Happy scoffed, "These look disgusting, I got some weird pizza ones, they had a lot of nacho and cracker ones too…I just got five of each. I hope that's alright." His eyes softened as they met with Peters.

"Yea! Thanks Happy, sorry to drag you out just to get these for me, if I had known you had to go through that trouble I wouldn't have-"

"Kid, it's no trouble- trust me, Stark has called me in much worse conditions. This was a treat compared to the usual."

Peter cracked a small smile as he started to open one of the nacho lunchables, his smile slowly turned into a worried scowl as the elevator made a sound. His aunt being kindly escorted out and lead over to the massive couch. She stared expectantly at the three males as her escort excused themselves and stalked away.

Happy took this opportunity to also escape as he said his farewells and rushed towards the elevators, nearly running into the pizza delivery guy on his way out.

Tony quickly took the pizza and paid the pizza delivery boy, wondering why the hell his front desk staff even let him come up. "So! How about we discuss things over some pizza in the kitchen?"

Aunt May folded her arms, "that would be great."

Both Tony and Peter stole a glance towards each other, there was no way this was going to go as smooth as they had hoped.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know what you think in the reviews, I need some direction! There are so many avenues to take this story.