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Chapter 4

Peter slid to the floor, back to the door, and buried his head in his arms gasping in ragged breaths as tears flowed down his cheeks, soaking through his t shirt and sweatpants.

He fumbled in his pockets for his phone as he felt the tell tale signs of a panic attack. He sobbed brokenly when he dropped it and it skidded a few feet away.

By the time he managed to get his phone and unlock it, he was wheezing for breath and nearly blind from tears and panic.

"yo! This is your friendly neighborhood merc with da mouth! Or I guess, maybe that'd be unfriendly? I dunno. Guess it depends on which end your on! Anywho, I'm busy right now doing something…...uh…..important…..soo leave a message, or don't. I don't care either way! Unless it's petey! I'll always call you back baby boy! Hugs and kisses!"

Peter would have laughed if he wasn't crying so hard. He hung up and dialed one last number, praying he'd answer.

"hey Pete. What's up? I'm going back into court pretty soon so I've only got a few minutes."

"..."

"Pete? Are you there?"

"m..mmm…"

"peter? Are you Ok? Where are you?"

"matt…" peter whimpered.

"Pete. Are you okay? I need you to answer me honey. Can you do that?"

"Matty. Matty," peter panted, voice pleading.

"okay buddy. You're okay. Just take deep breaths. You're safe. Deep breaths, we'll wait until you can talk honey. I'll be right here on the phone with you, just calm down Pete,"

Matthew Murdock held up a hand as another person approached him. He could almost feel the irritation rolling off the other man, but he couldn't...and wouldn't hang up until he knew peter was okay.

"matty?" Peter's voice filtered through the speaker, sounding timid, sad, and terribly young.

Matthew felt anger surge through him at the tone. He hasn't heard peter this bad in nearly 2 months.

"hey buddy, you okay?" he said gently.

"I'm okay. Sorry, you're busy aren't you?" peter answered, voice small.

"not when it comes to you honey," Matt responded, " what happened?" he continued.

"It's nothing, I'll let you get back," peter said, dodging the question.

"peter. You haven't had a panic attack that bad in months. What. Happened." Matt said sharply.

"um, something happened on patrol," peter said reluctantly.

"...yes?" Matt prompted, when peter didn't continue.

"iwashurt," peter blurted out, cringing.

"what?! Peter!" Matt yelped.

"I'm okay! Mr Stark and the avengers got there in time, so I'm fine, really!"

"the avengers had to save you?! Peter!" Matt yelled, feeling his heart speed up.

"matty, I'm okay, I promise. But I got really mad at Mr Stark and accidently told him about May and Ned and MJ, it was just too stressful and it finally bubbled over. I'm sorry. But I'm at the avengers tower, so I'm safe," peter babbled, trying to reassure the other man.

"I'll be there in less than five hours, stay there until then, understand?" Matt ordered.

"aw come on matty! I can get home just fine myself!" peter protested.

"this is not up for negotiation peter," Matt growled into the phone, "if you aren't there when I get there, I will be pissed,"

"okay, okay!" peter said, laughing in spite of himself.

"thank you, I'll see you pretty soon," Matt said.

"okay, see ya. And, thanks Matty," peter said before hanging up, feeling much better.

Slipping the phone into his pocket, he got to his feet and approached the bed that was on the far side of the room and surrounded by beeping machines.

He peered at the sleeping female on the bed, studying her in curiosity now that he was able to safely.

She was laying on her stomach so her wings wouldn't be crushed. Well any more so than they already were, he thought to himself, noticing how ragged and rough they looked. There were several patches that were red and painful looking.

"speaking of painful," he mumbled, squatting down and carefully lifting the huge wings up, he examined the cuffs pinning the wings together. He hissed and winced when he realized they clamped into her skin. He had no idea how deep they were embedded so he didn't dare try to pull them out. But he also couldn't stand the thought of leaving them on any longer than he absolutely had too. He remembered all to well the sound she'd made when they put them on.

He sighed. He was going to have to go talk to Mr. Stark. Hopefully the man wasn't too angry with him.