"KID WAKE UP!"
Peter abruptly woke up to see Mr Stark staring at him with concerened eyes. Peter mumbled a bunch of unrecognisable words before sitting up and accepting that his life is total shit.
"Morning Mr Stark-"
"Tony." Tony interupted, ignoring Peter's lack of response to his interupting.
"-how long was I asleep?"
"Long enough."
Peter stood up and slowly made his way to the bathroom, staring at his sorry reflection in the mirror. He looked utter shit. No, not just like 'you had a bad sleep so what' shit, but complete 'jesus fucking christ were you just given a prison sentence'. Peter grinned at the thought of him going to prison, laughing at the fact that he actually found prison quite appealing. He frowned when he realised May wouldn't be there to scold him, and suddenly prison seemed much less appealing.
"Kid, what the hell are you grinning about? And you can change emotion as quick as Natasha's crane kicks." Tony said, clearly fazed by Peter's expressions. Peter left the bathroom after washing his face and shrugged. Tony nodded and left the room, leaving Peter alone. He loved his room, okay so it wasn't the most amazing place in the world, but he still loved it. He also loved Tony's face when he switched to calling him 'Mr Stark'.
Peter replaced his Captain America pjs with Iron Man sweatpants and an Iron Man Tshirt. Okay, he liked to keep it even. Peter left the room and made his way to the common area.
LOCATION: COMMON ROOMAs soon as Peter entered the room, his nose filled with the glorious scent of sizzled bacon. God he loved Nat's bacon. He seated himself between Steve and Tony, admiring how much they got along comsidering their fight not too long ago.
"Found a coping mechanism yet?" Tony whispered to Peter. Peter shook his head, trying to bypass the fact that the knife infront of him looked very tempting. No Peter, that's wrong, you will not self-harm! Peter thought to himself. Soon his thoughts were interupted by bacon being diposited infront of him. He gratefully accepted it and tucked in, eating faster than even Steve.
"Were you hungry bud?" Tony laughed, nudging Peter softly. Peter managed a giggle. He missed Aunt May so much.
"Oof!" A loud 'oof' was heard among the chatting, immediately atracting everyone's attention. Peter walked over to Bucky and Steve (who he never realised had even left the table) and watched what they were up too. They were both on smart Stark tablets... Playing... ROBLOX?
"What the hell are you up to?" Peter asked, highly amused.
"Well, I asked FRIDAY what kids play these days, and she told me that they play this!" Bucky yelled angrily.
"Yeah and then Bucky wanted me to join in! But our people keep on detatching from their limbs and going 'oof'!" Steve grumbled. Peter laughed at the contrast. Technically they were like... 90. And they were playing ROBLOX. Peter sighed then decided it was time to shower.
LOCATION:BATHROOM, PETERS BEDROOMPeter stripped down and turned the shower on, appreciating the way the water chilled him to the bone. He was glancing around for the shampoo, when his eyes landed on a razor, sitting innocently on the side of his bath. He grabbed it and twirled it in his handed, fingers softly scraping the blade. He knew that it wasn't right, that he shouldn't do it, but the feeling of the blade seemed to take his worries away. He was about to place it back when his eyes caught sight of thr bar of soap next to his sink. That was the last bar of soap Aunt May ever used to wash her hands. Peter held the razor in a chokehold grip, sobbing uncontrollably. He needed a coping mechanism, and he needed one NOW.
"I am so so sorry May, I know you would never want me to do this, but I can't cope." Peter whispered as he drew the blade across his forearm, gazing at the warm deep red blood trailing down his arm, the water from the shower making it appear lighter. He gasped at the pain at first, but soon did the same again. He repeated it a number of times on both arms before stepping out of the shower. He placed the razor softly on the side, smiling at how the pain temporarily stopped his thoughts. When he felt them flooding back, he sobbed once again and examined his sore, bloody arms. He stared to the corner of the room, where a knife kindly sat. Why he had a knife in his bathroom, he didn't know, but he loved the feeling of it when he cradled it in his sorry hands. He felt so useless. Useless? That sounded about right. Peter held his breath and brought the knife down across his chest, breath hitching when blood poured out. He carved the word useless acroos his chest, disposing of the knife after he did so.
"Argh Peter what are you doing?" Peter mumbled to himself. It was wrong, but it felt so right. He sat on the toilet seat and stared down at his sorry body, feeling his fingers over the word useless. He'd have to clean up the red bloody stains in his bathroom later, but for now...
He found his coping mechinism.
Jesus, okay that was deep. just a heads up, it only goes down hill from here. so, if you like fuzzy, fluffy stories, well 1. Did you even read the description? 2. why are you here? 3. adjust your expectations accordingly.So, I did make sure to accept a few requests, one of which was to have Steve and Bucky play roblox (hope I did it okay), and another was about how peter got over mays death to quickly, which I hope I sorted out here. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. im not keeping to an update schedule because, as you can tell, im not good at those.DaWriter06 over and out!
