Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've gotten a wave of writers block but here's a small chapter while I get back into it. Thanks xx

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Peter was completely submerged by the dark water. He was choking to death.

"I wasn't asking."

Peter swallowed the salty water, letting it overpower him. He could hear the thud of bedsheets in the back of his mind and it sickened him to the point where he felt like he was dying.

"Not a word, Peter, silence."

He closed his eyes.

"No, not now … please god no." He muttered to himself. He was at the bottom of the lake, fighting for his life. He could see the surface in the distance and he kicked his legs, trying to propel himself to the surface - he carried on sinking. He pulled and pulled with all of his strength but he felt like he was being dragged down by some unknown force, a force that refused to let him survive. He was trapped in his own mind.

"Baby little Peter. Oh boo hoo."

Peter screamed in exasperation. He needed help.

"Jesus Christ Bruce, how much fucking anaesthetic did you give him. The kid sounds like he's fighting a war in there." Peter heard Tony say from afar. It wasn't clear, like Tony was the one underwater.

"Maybe he is." Bruce replied.

"What's that supposed to mean smart-ass?" Tony questioned. Peter could feel Tony's weight next to him, which confused him.

"I'm just saying, if he was thinking about Leonardo DiCaprio before, then he's thinking about him ten times more now." Bruce said, scribbling something in a pad.

Tony laughed. " Well that is a shitty example. I prefer Brad Pitt so much more." He joked, making Bruce laugh. Peter could imagine the scene but he couldn't see it, all he could see was the darkness. He was scared, he could hear things that he shouldn't be able to - it was like an adrenaline rush.

Peter's eyes snapped open and everything was blurry for a minute, he could tell he was in Tony's lab. He felt relived - he was no longer surrounded by the darkness that seemed to engulf him on a daily basis. Phew. He got up out of the bed he was lying in and walked into the living area of the tower.

"Hey Pete, you're finally awake. How are you feeling?" Steve asked, pausing the show he was watching.

"I'm getting there." Peter smiled, grabbing some food out of the draw in the kitchen. "I think I'm just going to go to my room and talk to Ned."

"What happened to Bruno? He used to come over all the time and now we barely see him." Steve said, making Peter stop in his tracks.

"He's got some stuff going on with his mom, told him if he ever needs to talk I'm here." Peter lied, walking into his room.

He flopped down on his bed and sobbed. Sobbed his heart out until he eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.