Peter's POV

Nat and I drive home in silence. I think about what I just did, or what I would've done. I am relieved and angry at the same time. I don't know how to process all this. I almost committed suicide. I'm just angry that I couldn't have done it a bit faster so I wouldn't have to face everyone. Tony and Pepper are probably up and crying. Everything would've been so much easier if I had just done it a second faster. I stare out at the window angrily. I'm angry at Nat, and myself. None of this would've happened if I had just not sent that goddamn voice mail.
I bang the window hard in frustration, almost breaking it. Nat looks over at me, with worried eyes.

"Would you stop looking at me that way?" I mumble angrily.

"What way?" She asks, staring back at the road.

"Looking at me like in broken and helpless. It's annoying."

"So would you rather have me not look at you at all?" She asks. "Or even better, not have me save you?"

"Yes! Please!" I yell. She glances at me. "Can I just get out of the car?"

"No."

"Why not?" I ask, angrily.

"Because I know you are gonna go back to the bridge and I can't let that happen."

I sigh, knowing she's right. "I just don't want to face them."

"Your parents?"

"Yeah." I sigh. "They'll get all mushy and yell at me."

"If so, you kinda deserve it. You scared them, and me. Also, you need to get your head checked."

Yeah, my head is kinda banged up. I hit the back of it against the bottom edge of the bridge when Nat caught my foot.

I sit there quietly. We get home and Nat tells me to get out. I comply and hop out. We walk through the doors. I never thought I'd be back here. We go into the living room, where Tony is lying on the couch with an expressionless face, and Pepper is on the phone with a few tears falling down her face.

"You have a visitor," Nat says quietly. She steps aside and I step forward shyly.

"Hi," I mumble.

"Peter!" My parents yell. Suddenly, I am embraced by a powerful hug. They kiss me and hug me so much.

"Ok, ok, enough with the hugging," I say.

"We are going to sit down and talk about all this later, for now, go say hi to your sister. She is really sad." Pepper says. I nod and make my way to Morgan's room. I knock on the door and enter.

"Hey Morg," I say quietly.

"Peter!" She exclaims and hugs me. "What happened?"

"Uhhh," I say, not knowing if I should tell her about my suicide attempt, she's still little. "I'll let mom and dad explain it to you later." I walk out of her room and prepare myself for a long, long, talk.

I get to the living room and sit down.

"Ok Peter, tell us everything." Tony states.

I sigh and begin. "Early in the morning, I sneaked out and went to the nearest bridge. Nat saved me before, you know...And Nat only knew about this because I sent her a voice mail." I tell them about the whole bridge scene, how Nat saved me, and how I sold everything. I didn't tell them why I did all this, though.

"Ok," Tony sighs. "But now I want to know why."

I sigh, "I don't know."

"You do know Peter, just tell them." Nat interrupts.

"Fine," I say, starting to get angry. "Because I'm a bother and a burden. Because I'm useless and worthless. I cause so much unnecessary trouble. I don't deserve the Stark name so why should I have it? No one cares about me anymore, I don't even care about me anymore. I don't care about anything. It would just be so much easier if I died. No one would have to look out for me and everyone would be happy."

Tony and Pepper nod. "Peter, you know everything you said in that sentence is wrong. You are so important and special. You are not a bother or a burden. The amount of trouble you've caused, your mom and I don't care about that. We care about you, not your mistakes." Tony says.

"I think it would be a good idea to get you a therapist Pete, help you get back on your feet." Nat chimes in.

"What? No! I don't need a therapist."

"Peter, I think it would really help. Just try it out, please?" Pepper asks.

"Fine, I'll try out one session." I comply. "Can I go upstairs?"

"Yeah, and make sure you erase everything on your mirror," Tony demands. I nod, gloomy. I get to my room and lay down. Not knowing what to do.