So... I read this chapter out loud to make sure I caught as many mistakes as I could. I was rereading the other chapters and was like "OMG. I suck." LOL! I hope you like the chapter! The story is going to pick up again. Peter has to get his memory and voice back... BTW, Peter hasn't lost all his memory of the situation. Only the parts where he started hallucinating and most of the time he was actually in the room. Anyway, just though you should know. Happy readings! Have a wonderful and blessed day!

Peter Parker

May was sitting next to me, running her fingers through my hair. Star Wars: The Force Awakens was playing on the flat screen TV. My breakfast sat untouched in front of me. "Peter, honey. You need to eat." May said sadly. I lay on the bed, motionless. My eyes glued to the TV. I watched Rey and Finn run across the sand, trying to get to the ship without getting shot down by the First Order. BB-8 rolled behind them.

The TV was suddenly paused. May took the remote and sat it on the table next to me. "Peter. You need to eat." She said with anger. This was my second day awake. I hadn't actually ate food in about four days. I looked at the food before me. A bowl of tomato soup, a packet of crackers, and a small thing of jello.

The door opened and in walked Tony Stark. He was smiling as he walked in with a box in his hands. It was a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper. Red. I stared into my soup. It was red too. Tears were forming in my eyes again as I thought back to the apartment. With full force, I shoved the tray of food from it's resting place. The Styrofoam bowl hit the floor and Tomato soup splattered all over the place. Including on Tony. The plastic jello cup cracked from impact and the crackers split in half. I crossed my arms and looked out the window as May tried to help Tony clean off the soup from his pants.

"Peter Benjamin Parker! You apologize to Mr. Stark right now!" I continued to stare outside as the rain hit the window. I wanted to swing out the window and just go away forever. I could run to the window and jump out, but I didn't want to move. At least not right now. "Peter. I know all of this is hard honey. I know you're confused, but that doesn't mean you treat the ones who are trying to help you poorly." I thought hard about what she said. Then the scene of the night Ben had died played in my head. I had acted like a jerk to my Uncle Ben that night and I never really got to say sorry. What if the same thing happened? In an hour May could walk in here and tell me Tony got killed in some diplomatic mission. Or Tony nervously walk in to tell me May was in a car crash. Or the Potato head took her! I had to snap out of it.

I looked back at them both. "It's okay. I'm sure he didn't mean to fling it on me." Tony smiled at me slightly. I hadn't used any form of communication since I told Tony and the others to go away yesterday. I wanted to be stubborn and not use it. I wanted them to see how much pain I was in. But something inside told me not to. I thought of a message to Ben, asking him to give me courage like he did when he was alive. And in the moment, I could honestly feel Ben's hand on my shoulder. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. I had this sense of peace even though two days ago I was trapped in a living hell.

I was sitting up, staring at Tony and May. They weren't looking at me. May told me she would be back in a minute and Tony tossed me the small package. I caught it and he smiled. I grew frustrated at myself. I wanted to just cry. I didn't want these freaking feelings or memories! I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to see Ned! My other friends... who were my other friends?

I turned the package in my hand a couple of times before ripping off the paper and quickly throwing it across the room. My mouth practically dropped open as I stared at the gift. It was a freaking new i-Phone X! I took the phone out of the package. It was already up and running, all my old contacts, pictures, and apps were already on the phone. "I really owe Mr. Stark an apology..." I thought.

My senses alerted me that someone was coming in. It was Doctor Cho. "Hello, Peter. I have something I want to tell you. Remember all those tests we did on you yesterday?" She looked at me puzzled, seeing if I would respond. Maybe one more day in isolation would be good for me? I sighed and surrendered. I sat the phone in the box, the box on the table, and looked back up at her. I nodded.

Some people had come in to clean the mess I made and I signed 'I'm sorry.' Dr. Cho's eyes gleamed with pleasure as I showed some improvement. "Good, Peter. He said he's sorry for the mess." The man cleaning glanced up and half smiled at me. Tony and May came back in. I signed sorry again and Doctor Cho relayed my message.

"Peter? Why did you fling the soup away?" May asked. I started breathing heavier and buried my face in my hands. "Okay. I'm sorry! You don't have to answer." I did anyways. I signed red and Doctor Cho sighed. "What did he say?"

"He said red. The soup and that wrapper are red."

"Okay. I'll make a note to get rid of everything red." Tony said quickly.

"No. That would only feed on his fear. He has to learn to live above this. You here that?" She narrowed her eyes at me and I nodded. "Now... I have the results to your tests." She pulled up a picture of the brain. "This is the Temporal lobe." She pointed at the sides of the brain. "It controls speech, memory and musical rhythm. This is the part of your brain that was damaged the most. In your case you're brain is telling itself to block out certain things to protect itself and your emotions. I'm telling you this so you are aware of it. Your first step of improvement is to get you talking again. Which we are going to start tomorrow. We have you all set up for a therapy class. It also is a psychology place too." She nodded at us all and turned to leave, only to be stopped by Tony.

"Don't you think it's a little too soon? He's only had the stuff out of him for what? Two, three days!" Tony tried to be quite as he asked Dr. Cho such a serious question. "I'll discuss this with you more later." He moved out of the way and she left.

May set another tray of food in front of me. This time it was grilled chicken strips, rice, and jello. What's up with all this jello? I picked up the fork and started digging into the rice. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was five pm!

"Slow down Peter. You'll make yourself sick." I slowed down and took a drink of water. That's when a memory came back to me. It was like a vision inside my head. I was in a bright area, surrounded by people... eating donuts? I was eating so fast,but slowed down. Then I went to feed a girl in a strait-jacket. Tony was there too! I put my fork down and looked up at them both, confused. I stared at Tony, his deep brown eyes pulling me in more. I opened my mouth then shut it again.

Not even thinking, I turned back to the TV and stared at it. May called my name. Tony tried to get my attention. I ignored them both. Finally, May played the movie again. "Don't give up hope. He's showed some improvement. He said sorry and ate some food. That's good." She nodded, holding back the tears in her eyes. All was silent except for the TV. The characters were running towards the Millennium Falcon now.

Tony Stark

It was around ten at night when I met with Doctor Cho. "You really think he should start therapy so soon? Shouldn't we let him get out of this stage he's in?" We were in her office, trying to compromise. It wasn't working.

"Tony, if you want that boy to get any better he needs to get out of that bed as soon as possible. What did you do right after you were taken, tortured, and injured so badly that you had to keep an arc reactor on your chest? What was your first thought?" She pushed aside her papers and put the pen that was in her hand in a little divider thing. I leaned back in my chair, thinking.

"The first thing I thought was... I want a cheeseburger." It was true! I wanted Burger King. Cho glared at me and I quickly continued. "I also thought I needed to fix my company? Peter's 16... he doesn't own a company."

"That's true. But the one thing that was damaged the most was your company. Your reactor was keeping you alive. The one thing that's damaged the most for Peter is-"

"His brain." I sighed.

"Exactly. We need to get him talking. The sooner the better. And if he can't handle it he starts going backwards, we'll pull him out and work with him ourselves. But with this, he'll be around other kids with similar situations." She pulled something up on her computer and turned it so I could see it. "So far, these are his classmates."

"Classmates? What is this school?"

"In a sense. Peter will have two hours with a speech therapist alone. Thirty minutes to be with other students, sort of like a recess, and then thirty with a psychologist to deal with his problems. That's only three hours a day. In two weeks, whether he's talking or not, he should be back in school by then." She tapped on a icon that said patients and a screen filled with teenagers popped up.

"These his classmates?" I leaned forward to get a good look at all of them. They were all nice looking young kids. "They all have been kidnapped and lost their speech?" I asked confused. If this was a common thing, I failed at being a superhero.

"No. All their stories are different. For example," She tapped on a girl with black hair and black eye makeup."This girl was abused by her father. He would hit her so hard in the head, her speech was damaged." She clicked back to the screen. Next she clicked on a picture of a blonde hair boy with freckles all over his face. "This kid woke up one morning, just couldn't talk. He likes to tell people a ghost stole his voice and took it to the spirit world." I was going to have to watch out for that boy.

"What about her?" I pointed to a younger girl in a pink tiara and ballet dress. Her long red hair was in pig-tails. She wore the biggest, cutest smile on her face.

"She's the youngest out of the bunch. She's only 7 years old. She was at school when a man came in with a gun. She got shot in the head, the bullet hit her in the Broca's area. She hasn't improved on her speech much, but she's the strongest in the bunch." Okay. I suck at being at superhero. I quickly made a bet with myself that Peter would end up befriending the seven year old out of all of them. That's just the type of person he is. And what I've heard from May, he's pretty good with kids. Hopefully these kids could help each other. They all need it desperately. That's when I thought of something crucial to the situation.

"How much does this school cost?" It defiantly wasn't a problem for us, but it may be putting these family's in a bind. Considering there was only about 15 other kids in this program, it must be expensive.

"It's a lot. Peter better thank his lucky stars that you're willing to pay for it." I nodded at her and started thinking of Peter in that hospital room. What was he thinking? He obviously thought we all failed. He told us that himself. Was he scared? I would be terrified if something like this happened to me at 15. Now that I think of it, I shouldn't be complaining about my childhood. I had it pretty easy. "If that's all you would like to discuss, I would recommend you get some more rest. It's only been two days since you had a heart attack."

"Thanks for reminding me." I said sarcastically. "Thank you Doctor Cho. I'll see you and Peter in the morning." I stood up form the comfortable gray chair and left her to workout the details on Peter's form. I started walking to mine and Pepper's room, when I thought I would check on Peter. When I reached his room what I found was a situation I never wanted to be in.

Happy approached me with this look on his face I had never seen. "We were just about to call you. He tried to jump from the window. Thankfully May woke up right when he was about to. You thinking what I'm thinking?" I nodded. Peter was trying to escape by swinging away like Spider-Man. Except, not everyone knows about his second identity. Making it look like...

"They think he was trying to commit suicide?" Happy nodded slowly, careful like. "Oh my gosh... I'm screwed! How do I explain to May that her nephew always jumps out windows and it's a common thing?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "For all the stupid things for Peter to do..." I pushed passed some doctors and threw the door open. Peter was sitting on his bed, ignoring everyone. May was sobbing in the chair next to him. A few nurses were trying to get Peter to talk to them. "Everyone! OUT!" The workers quickly scurried passed me and shut the door. "May... there's no need to cry."

"No need to cry! My baby just tried to jump out a window!" Peter shoved a box of tissues towards her, not taking his eyes off me. I had a feeling he knew what I knew. I walked over to the window. It was already shut and locked digitally. Only authorized personal could open it with their finger print. I put my finger on the panel and the window popped open. May and Peter both looked up at me in surprise. "W-what are you doing?" I could see the panic on her face. Peter stood up slowly and walked over to me. His steps were unstable and he was acting like he was a little drunk with a slight stagger. He sat on the window seal and took a deep breath in and then out.

"He just wanted some fresh air. He's not the kind of kid that would jump. Out of all people... you should know that the most." May smiled widely and rushed to where Peter and I were. She hugged him tightly, apologizing for everything. Then she turned to me and hugged me tightly. "Sorry, auntie... I'm engaged now." She let go of me and slapped my arm. I grinned at her as she sat next to Peter and they both looked out the window together. "Peter... Don't do anything you're gonna regret. I mean it. Don't bug me." I made sure he understood my reference before leaving. It was almost midnight now and I needed sleep. But that wasn't going to happen...

When I reached my room, I found Pepper, Shuri, and MJ sitting on the bed. They were painting their nails and giggling like some freaks. Shuri was painting her nails a tan- yellowish color, Pepper was painting hers blue and MJ was painting hers black. I knocked on the open door and they all looked up at me. "You look like crap." MJ bluntly stated.

"Well... I haven't slept, haven't ate, and I just had to fix a horrible situation downstairs." I walked in and kicked off my shoes, took off my suit jacket, and fell on the bed. I didn't care Shuri and MJ were sitting on the end of the mattress. I needed sleep and girls with nail polish were not going to ruin that. "You all continue with what ever you're doing." I yawned big and loosened my tie. "You won't bother me." I threw the covers over me and flipped on my side. I felt the bed move a little and turned over to see what the three of them were doing. The had their things bunched in their arms and were trying to quietly leave the scene. MJ tripped over my shoes and nail polish splattered all over the wall and carpet. "Leave it! I'll clean it tomorrow."

"Tony... it will dry by then. All we have to do is wipe it off." Pepper rushed to the bathroom to get some toilet paper.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Stark." MJ said a little too loud. Now I had a headache. I waved her off and closed my eyes.

"She didn't mean to, Stark. Be a little more understanding." Shuri insisted. I sat up quickly, making them look at me with a frown. "What is that supposed to be? Threatening?" I needed something for this sudden migraine.

"No, kid. I got a headache. I want a sandwich, but I also want sleep. I hate being the mature grown-up." Pepper came back in and snorted. "What? Okay... I hate being a grown-up. I'll be in the kitchen. You girls have fun painting your nails..." I stumbled to the elevator and waited for the stupid thing to ding. "FRIDAY... remind me to make faster elevators." The green light came on the doors opened. Happy greeted me with a frown. "What now?"

"Nothing sir. You have no shoes on. And you look like crap." I growled at him and shoved him to the side. "Going up?" I leaned against the wall and slightly nodded. "Did you have another sugar crash?" I nodded. Now that I think about it, I had about ten cups of coffee today and no food in my stomach. "I can get you something if you want." I smiled at Happy. He's always been there for me. "Two whoppers from Burger King coming up! Well... once we get off this elevator." Once we did get off the elevator, Happy lead me to the kitchen table and sat me down. My head instantly hit the table surface. I was out of it.