Hey everyone! Thanks for all the support on my first chapter. I was so surprised that so many people reviewed, followed, and favorited. I'm sorry this took so long to come out. My grandpa has been in the hospital, and with my parents staying with him, I've had to take care of my brother (he's older but has autism). Anyways, enjoy!

"Peter!" Natasha called, sprinting over to greet him at the door. "Here, we're having Chinese tonight." Natasha explained while thrusting a takeout container into Peter's hands.

"Uh...thanks," Peter mumbled. He didn't want to be rude, but he was more focused on not throwing up at the smell of food than being polite.

"Come sit down, everyone's waiting for you." Natasha explained.

Peter slowly made his way to the table, trying to balance his focus on not throwing up and not falling over. After what seemed like an eternity to him, Peter finally made it to the table.

"Hey Peter, nice to see you out of your room" Steve Rogers told the young boy.

"Well there's a first time for everything." Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, mumbled under his breath.

"Clint!" Natasha whisper-screamed while giving Hawkeye's leg a swift kick under the table.

"Anyway..." Steve continued, "We were just debriefing from the mission today. Why don't you share your perspective of the events."

After pausing a moment, Peter responded. "Um... I messed up... and a bunch of people died because of it.

"Peter, that wasn't your fault," Tony jumped in, trying to console the young hero.

"Yes it was!" Peter screamed, his head spinning. "And anyone who thinks it wasn't my fault is wrong! I killed those people! Their blood is on my hands!" Peter stood up swiftly, causing himself to become even more dizzy.

"Peter sit back down! Let's talk about about this!" Tony exclaimed to the upset teenager.

"Just leave me alone!" Peter wailed back. His head was spinning and his stomach felt uneasy. He started to run out of the dining area and into the hall that lead to his bedroom. His legs felt like jelly and black nothingness started encroaching on his field of vision. Tony called out to him, but he couldn't understand what the man was saying. Everything sounded as if it was underwater.

Moments later, Peter felt his body hit the cold floor. It was hard but it didn't hurt. He was just so tired. The teenager slowly closed his eyes, thinking, Just one short nap won't hurt. I just need to get my strength up and I'll be good as new...