Peter woke up in a sweat. Another bad dream. He shook his head in disappointment at himself. It was almost as if Spider-Man meant more to him than Aunt May. Not that it did, but he had a completely different reaction to this than when he found out Aunt May...
He never finished that sentence. Not in his head or out loud. It always sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of what had happened.
He looked at his arm and saw that the cuts had gotten significantly better than he had expected. It looked like a cat scratched him, nothing worse.
Just then, he heard the door handle being turned. Rather than pretend to sleep this time, he sat up and looked at who came through the door.
It was the last person on earth he wanted to see.
Tony's eyes locked with Peter's for a brief second. Immediately, Peter went back to laying down, turning away from Tony and covering himself with the blankets.
Peter felt a weight presses against the edge of the bed, but remained still. He was not going to talk to Tony. Not now, not ever.
"You want to tell me what's going on?" Tony asked.
Peter did exactly what Tony thought he would do. Nothing. Tony always loves to be right, but at this exact moment he wishes he wasn't.
"Look," Tony said, sighing, "I get that Spider-Man meant a lot to you. I know you're mad, but-"
Tony was cut off by Peter abruptly pulling the covers off of himself and getting out of the bed.
"What are you-"
But before Tony could finish asking his question, he saw Peter grab a notebook and tear out a piece of paper. Peter turned on the lamp light on his desk. He furiously took a pencil and started writing on it, getting even angrier when the lead broke from how hard he was pushing it onto the paper.
He grabbed a pen and finished what he was writing, then practically shoved it in Tony's face.
The note read, half pencil half pen: Mad?! Isn't that the understatement of the century. I'm absolutely pissed. Furious. Enraged. You have no idea how much it meant to me.
Again, Tony sighed, then rolled his eyes.
"Seriously? You're not going to talk to me but you think writing something is different?" Tony said.
Peter just crossed his arms and glared at Tony.
"Can't you think about this from my perspective? Wouldn't you want to protect someone, even if it meant stopping them from doing something they love?" Tony asked, almost as mad as Peter.
Peter contemplated what Tony said, then shook his head. He understood that he risked his life every time he went out as Spider-Man. But he also understood that he saved many others as well.
"You're unbelievable," Tony said, "You want to be ungrateful and not accept that I'm just trying to help, fine. But don't think that my mind will change. Definitely not anytime soon."
He angrily left the room, and if it weren't for the rest of the Avengers being asleep he would have slammed the door. Instead he slammed it as quietly as he could.
Peter wanted to scream, yell, shout, anything. He violently punched the air, wanted to get his emotions out.
There was a balcony to his room. What if he just left? He could do it. Tony says he could catch him, but is he really able to do that? Or is he bluffing?
No, he couldn't risk that. Then his hopes of being able to at least visit a friend's would never happen. Why did Tony have to sign some papers to have legal custody over him? Shouldn't he get a say?
Maybe he could lie about how he's being treated? Technically Tony is kind of emotionally abusive right? No... not like that. What would the Avengers think of him if he said that? Besides, Tony's life was on the news everyday. He couldn't mess that up, no matter how much he hated him.
A glint caught Peter's eye, and he looked to the trash can in his room. The piece of glass was at the top of the pile. It hadn't been touched since his... accident.
Peter turned around and looked at the clock on his night stand. 4:47 am, it read. In a couple of seconds Peter made a decision on what he was going to do.
He picked up the piece of glass, and headed for the shower. He could put just one or two more cuts on his arm, and it would be healed by tomorrow morning. He would just have to wear a long sleeve today.
In the shower, one or two cuts turned to seven or eight. He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop. There was something the pain did that helped him... forget about his problems.
Sure it stung, but he's had worse injuries. He turned the shower up to the highest heat it could go. His skin was boiling, and the burning water running through his fresh cuts made the stings even... better?
Peter put the piece of glass down. That was it. He was done. Afterwards he could take out the trash and throw the glass away with it. Then he could finally stop.
He did his usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, drying his hair, the usuals. He tied the knot on the trash bag and threw it away.
Peter thought the glass was why he had hurt himself. Stepping on it was a mistake, and now that it was gone so was the mistake of cutting himself.
Little did he know, he was completely wrong.
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