He had no idea why he felt so angry, or why he straight up screamed at the Avengers. As soon as he slammed his door, wincing with the loud bang it gave and the cracks that formed on the wall, he had wandered up a wall and sat in the hammock he made one day in the corner of the ceiling. He had grabbed a blanket on the way up and draped it over himself, shrouding him in darkness before everything hit him.

Peter could feel his heart start beating violently, the gaps between each pump seeming to get smaller every single time it pounded against his ribs. He had just yelled at the Avengers, hell he barely held anything back from screaming at them for not finding him, at Tony for ignoring him and abandoning him. He had shouted his thoughts aloud to the entire group, a few of whom were not present at the Compound, and whom he had no right screaming at, but did anyways.

Tears sprang in his eyes as his breath hitched in his throat, trying to contain the sobs that were threatening to overtake him. Oh god, he just told the whole team what he was thinking, they probably hated him. He knew this was a temporary thing, why would the Avengers let him stay with them for an extended amount of time anyways, but now he knew that he just fucked up his friendship, or acquaintanceship, with the only group of people he felt he could somewhat trust, other than Ned and possibly Michelle, sorry, MJ.

Peter knew he was on the verge of a panic attack, and panicked more when he realized that he was high up on the ceiling and could fall and hurt himself if he had an attack up here. Breath catching in his throat, he tried throwing away the blanket and getting out of the hammock, but only succeeded in tangling himself up more, causing more panic. Thrashing wildly to get out of his confines, he stopped thinking about safety, and started thinking about how he felt trapped, like he couldn't escape again, like he'd never get out. With a somewhat loud roar, he ripped the blanket, literally, off of him and proceeded to fall out of his supposed safe haven.

He hit the floor with a thud, hissing in pain as his wrist twisted wrong in the fall, but the pain numbed as spots danced in his vision. He knew he was hyperventilating, and he didn't want to pass out, because if he passed out, he might wake up somewhere else other than his room, and that freaked him out even more. Scrambling to a corner, he pressed his back against the wall, curling up as tight as spiderley possible and slowly rocked back and forth, not realizing it.

His whole body trembled, his breath shaking violently with every shallow inhale and exhale, as tears flowed down his face. His limbs started to feel heavy and became numb, just like his slowly swelling wrist, as he gave silent sobs. He wanted to yell, scream, throw something, but he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe. Peter just sobbed silently, trying to ride it out, but his brain was on overdrive bringing up everything it could to make it worse. It recalled his time fighting the Vulture, his time fighting Goblin, his time at the Compound, his time in Richard's Labs, any time that one would consider stressful. It even brought in random things he said or did years before any of this happened, where it was just school.

Every moment where he felt panic, where he was stressed beyond belief, where he felt like shit, where he stopped caring and wanting to do things, where he stopped wanting to live, it was all flooding his mind, making his hearing grow muffled, like he was underwater, and his vision darkened more and the world started to tilt as he breathing stopped. He tried to breath in and then out, but his body just sucked the air in, and sucked more in, and sucked more in, until he felt lightheaded and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the air to leave his lungs. He felt like he was drowning.

Peter didn't notice the calls of the AI, FRIDAY, as she tried to ask if he was in need of assistance, and then in a seemingly worried tone, if he was alright. He didn't respond, he couldn't respond, because he couldn't hear her. A whine had started softly and increased in volume as his vision darkened further with every fluttering gasp he took. He had had bad panic attacks before, but this one, this one felt the worse. He couldn't move an inch of his body, everything was numb, he felt like he was dying, though he could have been, he wasn't sure, everything was suffocating him. He needed to get out, but he couldn't move.

"Sir, Peter needs you," FRIDAY said, interrupting the tense silence that had overtaken the group, who were still sitting at the table, processing everything that had happened a few minutes previous. No one had heard the AI really call anyone by the first name, nor so blatantly say that someone needs someone else. They looked at each other and got up, quickly following Tony, who bolted before the AI finished speaking. Tony would have knocked, but FRIDAY's tone, for being an AI, sounded terribly concerned and frightened, so he burst in.

Peter didn't hear the door open with a slam, or hear his name being called, or anything. He felt really dizzy and nauseous and he still, couldn't, breathe. Breathing is important, right? Peter was trying to think, but everything was fuzzy. He thought that maybe over the whine and the weird muffled sound of everything, just maybe, he heard Tony calling his name. He didn't flinch when someone touched him, only because he couldn't move. His head was raised so he could stare directly at Tony, panic written all over the teens face.

Tony freaked out, externally instead of just internally like usual. He ran to Peter and called the kid's name, but he got no response, and hearing the choked breathing coming from the teen, he realized that it was possible Peter was having trouble breathing. Tony took note of the swollen red wrist, but pushed it aside to address later. He tried shouting the kid's name, but the kid didn't move an inch, or stop trembling violently for one second. He was curled in so tight that it looked like he was trying to crush himself. Tony knew it was a bad idea, but he shoved that thought aside and grabbed the kid's shoulders, trying to ground him and waiting for the inevitable flinch. When there was no reaction other then the kid's shoulders tensing slightly, Tony flipped out and grabbed the kid's face, forcing the teen to look at him. The utter fear and panic that was written all across the kid's tear-stained face nearly killed Tony.

"Kid, Pete, hey, look at me kid, can you breathe with me, can you try to breathe like me? Follow me, in, out, in, out," Tony said, trying to slow his own breathing enough to help Peter try to breathe normally. All he got was the kid trying and failing, only managing to choke on the air and not be able to exhale. The kid's eyes widened comically as he tried to breathe, but kept failing. Tears ran down the kid's face and his lips had started turning slightly blue, his face turning slightly pink. Tony cursed under his breath and nearly had a panic attack himself when Peter's eyes rolled up into his head and he went utterly limp in Tony's arms, not moving at all. He went from vibrating violently, to completely still, in less than a second.

"Peter," Tony shouted, his fingers immediately searching for a pulse, and he nearly cried in relief when he found one, beating fast, but strong. The kid had also started breathing again, which did cause a few tears to escape from Tony's eyes as he picked the kid up and started hauling him towards the med bay. He told FRIDAY to have Bruce go to the med bay as soon as he saw Peter having an attack, and he was really glad he did, because the kid needed to be checked over, at least for his wrist, which looked nasty. The rest of the team had ended up back in the living room, waiting, because Tony had told FRIDAY to make sure they stayed there because having the entire team around a panicking kid was not a good idea.

He carried Peter all the way to the med bay, and even though he wasn't the strongest on the team, the kid was still extremely light, and Tony barely broke a sweat by the time they ended up in the room with Bruce. The billionaire laid the kid on a bed and Bruce placed a wireless heart rate monitor over his finger, and an oxygen mask over his face, to help with the breathing troubles, even if it had passed. The heart rate monitor beeps became less rapid and settled down at a steadier pace, still fast, but since neither Tony nor Bruce knew the kid's regular rhythm, they couldn't be sure if it was fast or normal, but it was low enough to not be dangerous that they didn't worry.

The two sat in silence, Bruce putting a brace on Peter's wrist after determining that it was sprained and not anything worse, and that it should heal quickly. After finishing his task, the doctor looked at Tony, who had guilt written all over his face as he watched the oxygen fog up with the teen's breaths, and sighed.

"Tony." The billionaire hummed in response, not looking away from the passed out kid. "What happened?"

"What do you mean? I don't actually know, I mean I walked into his room and he was in a corner having a panic attack. He didn't react when I grabbed him, while trying to calm him down, and then he just passed out."

"Probably from lack of oxygen, but that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean Bruce," Tony asked, looking at the man, eyes filled with sorrow, which aged him greatly. Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at the kid, and then back at Tony,

"I mean, what exactly happened between you and the kid. We all heard his outburst and heard his side. What's yours?" Tony blinked a few times before pursing his lips and looking at the unconscious form resting in bed. He ran a hand over his face before answering. The steady beep of the monitor making sure that the room wasn't silent.

"It's pretty much like the kid said, I ignored him, and I shouldn't have. I didn't think, at least emotionally, what effect I could have on him by not responding to him, or even really acknowledging him. Now it's obvious what I did, and I realize that I knew what I was doing at the time, it's just at the time, I didn't put it together."

"Tony-"

"Don't, don't lecture me Bruce, I already know I fucked up," Tony said, defeated. It was Bruce's turn to purse his lips and he wheeled his stool over to Tony and put a hand on the billionaire's shoulder.

"I wasn't going to. I'm mad at you for being such a dick to the kid, pardon my language, but I don't feel the need to lecture you. I think you're beating yourself up enough for all of us," Bruce said with a dry chuckle, and Tony gave a smirk back, shrugging. "I'm just saying that I get it Tony. You aren't used to caring about someone, or dealing with emotions, or being a mentor to a kid, or anyone really. While I don't agree with the way you handled it, it's somewhat understandable as to your lack of acknowledgement of him, because you own a company, you have work to do, and Avengers business, all on top of dealing with an immature, brand new, fifteen year old hero who doesn't know what he's doing. You're stressed out, and he somehow just got pushed back in your list of priorities, and I'm going to say this again, I am mad at you for being an asshole, but you care for the kid. If I know you at all, you're probably thinking about how if you could change it, you wouldn't hesitate, even if it meant consequences for the future. As long as the kid is safe and in one piece, you wouldn't care what happened to the future, would you?" Tony shook his head.

"I wouldn't hesitate to go back and not ignore him, even if it meant that I was the one hurting instead of him, I wouldn't hesitate to help him not feel like he does now."

"I know you're a great man Tony, and are working on becoming a good one, but if you want to help the kid not feel like he's feeling, you'd have to go back a lot farther than a few months. The outburst today was pent up feelings the kid had been holding onto for years. What he said may have been true, but I sure as hell would bet everything I own on the kid not meaning a word he said, and regretting everything he did say."

"You don't know that Bruce. I mean, I screwed the pooch, hard, and I think he meant exactly what he said."

"No, I didn't," Peter said, causing both men to look at the sitting teen, who had taken the oxygen mask off his face. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and he looked like someone who had just been through hell and back. "I didn't mean to say any of that. I mean, that's what I was feeling, but I don't blame you, any of you, for anything that happened, I just, it was a rough morning and night. I sort of broke the dam holding everything in place and I didn't mean to yell at you guys and I'm-"

"I swear to god if you say you're sorry I will sick Steve and Bucky on you, and they are the worst mother hens that exist," Tony threatened and Peter's mouth snapped shut with an audible click.

"How much did you hear kid?"

"Pretty much everything, and I swear I didn't mean it Tony, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me, honest."

"I still could have paid attention to you instead of threatening you with a flyswatter whenever you came around." Peter shrugged.

"Yeah, you could have actually talked to me once and awhile. I mean, Happy talked to me more than you, and I rarely saw him, and when we did talk, it was him telling me to quiet down, or quiet bouncing, or no more caffeine," Peter said, mocking the way Happy talked, causing Tony to smirk at the kid's antics. "Seriously though, you could have responded to me a couple times."

"Note to self, respond to bug boy more," Tony said, earning a light slap on the arm from Peter at the name.

"I'm not a bug boy, spiders are arachnids."

"Sorry, my bad baby arachnid." Peter scrunched his nose and stuck his tongue out at the man, causing Tony to roll his eyes. "See, child. In all seriousness though kid, are you alright?"

"No, and I know that, but I'm trying to be better," Peter said softly, yet with force behind his statement, causing both Bruce and Tony to smile. "Are you going to kick me out?"

"What?"

"For yelling at you guys. I know this is a temporary thing, but I don't really have anywhere I could go, maybe Ned's, but I don't want to risk snapping," Peter said with a flourish of his hands.

"Temporary? Kid, you can stay here as long as you need to, or until you are old enough to go out on your own. If child services come a-knocking, I'll have my lawyers deal with them. You're staying here until you're ready to leave, and that won't change. You're also welcome any time Peter, the door's always open."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah kid, seriously. You didn't think that we'd just kick the stray puppy who followed us home, out of the house?"

"You're taking this whole dog analogy way too seriously Tony, it's a bit creepy, and concerning." Peter had an eyebrow raised as Tony shrugged.

"Hey, it the shoe fits, chew it," Tony said with a smirk, pausing before the final two words for dramatics. Peter and Bruce groaned.

"What does that even mean," Peter said, slight irritated at Tony's obsession with the puppy analogies with him.

"I really don't know, I just wanted to screw with you. Anyways, the team is in the living room, waiting to see if you're okay or not. Shall we go show them you're okay? Also, what did you do to your wrist?" Peter had frozen at the thought of seeing the other Avengers, and then he looked down at his splinted wrist and blushed.

"I fell out of my hammock." Tony looked at him strangely.

"Seriously? Spider-man fell from the ceiling and managed to sprain his wrist. That's rich kid, it is," Tony said letting out a laugh, but stopped when he saw Peter still looking at the brace, pulling at it uncomfortably. "Hey kid, you can take it off in a few hours when it's healed."

"I started panicking."

"What?"

"I was in my hammock with a blanket, and I started freaking out because I yelled at you, I shouted at the Avengers, I was so angry and I tried to stop talking, tried to stop before I started, but I was just so tired and done with everything and I exploded at you guys and I started freaking out because I totally fucked up my chance of staying here and I tried to get out, but I couldn't, and the blanket kept wrapping up tighter and tighter and I ripped the blanket and fell and then it's sort of blank," Peter said, his breathing increasing as tears pricked his eyes, the heart rate monitor beeping rapidly.

"Kid, hey, calm down, you're okay, you didn't mean anything by those words, no one hates you. Remember what I said, we aren't just going to kick you out. If we kicked people out for speaking their mind, there wouldn't be anyone here. Kid, you're safe," Tony said, staring the kid in the eyes until his breathing evened out somewhat and the heart rate monitor stopped screaming at them, and the beating sunk back to a manageable pace.

"I've been meaning to ask Peter, but is your heart rate always elevated."

"It's always been higher than normal, but I'm pretty such that just stress, and constant anxiety, and probably also the spider DNA to some extent. I'm special," Peter said, batting his eyes with a hand under his chin, feigning angelicness. Tony gave a roar of laughter as Bruce looked completely done with the two, standing up and walking out with a mutter that he'd be in the living room when they were ready.

"Seriously kid, you're safe here. There will always be room for you, and a spot with your name on it. We're all broken in our own ways, so you'll fit right in. The thing about our little 'family' is that if we didn't have one another, some of us might not be around anymore, or things might have ended differently for others. If there's one thing that the Avengers know how to do besides avenge, it's help people who need them. And you kid, you are getting our full attention as long as you feel you need us. We won't leave you, just let us know what's going on with you, and how we can help you work through it, and you be your normal, weird, science-loving self. Now what do you say that you and I head to the living room to let everyone know you're alive?" Peter nodded, swiping tears away, and hopping off the bed.

"Hey guys," Peter said with a shy wave as he wandered into the room. Every head turned towards him and each smiled brightly at him.

"Peter! You're alive!"

"Yep," he said, popping the P and plopping down on the floor between Steve and Bucky's legs. Clint was upside down on the couch next to Natasha, who was rolling her eyes as he tried and failed to throw popcorn in his mouth. Sam looked smug, and Bucky disgruntled, because the former was sprawled out, squishing Bucky up to Steve, forcing the soldiers to sit shoulder to shoulder with the former Winter Soldier having no wiggle room. Tony sat down near Clint, who gave a betrayed cry as another piece hit his teeth and bounced away. Peter looked around at the supers and smiled softly. FRIDAY dimmed the lights and Clint grabbed the remote, turning on the movie they had apparently decided on, and were waiting for Peter to arrive to start watching. The second the movie started Peter let out a snort and Clint smirked and started laughing, as did Peter.

"Seriously? Again?"

It was Aladdin.