Peter sat up in bed, sweat rolling down his face, from having yet another nightmare. He didn't pretend to sleep this time, he knew Tony was going to open the door and come in the room any second now. As if on cue, Peter heard the door knob being turned, and looked straight at the person who walked in. It was Tony, as he predicted.

"How come you come in here every time I have a nightmare? Do you spy on me or something?" Peter asked.

"What? No… I mean I programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y. to tell me when you show signs of having one but-"

"What?! Privacy is a thing, you know?" Peter said, crossing his shoulders.

"Yeah, well let me tell you, this isn't something you should want to be private. Well, it's not like the whole world should know, but it is better to talk to someone about it," Tony said, sitting at the corner of Peter's bed.

"Do you ever let me decide for myself? I want to be Spider-Man, but do you let me? Clearly that isn't working out for me, so what makes you think that talking about my nightmares will?"

"Look kid," Tony sighed, "I get it. It's not that I don't know how much being Spider-Man means to you, believe it or not. But you put yourself in so much danger, it's safer if you give it up."

"You're crazy. How is me going out as Spider-Man different from you going out as Iron-Man? Not to mention people know your identity. Don't go making rules you can't follow," Peter said.

"It is different. I'm older, more experienced, and I know more than you do. Besides, you go in the streets while I face real threats," Tony said.

"Real threats? You think just because an attack isn't against more than one person it doesn't make it a threat? You're unbelievable," Peter said, throwing his hands up in confusion.

"That's not what I meant. It's just... look forget I said that. The point is it's dangerous and you're not ready. You're head's not in the right place," Tony said.

"You're just saying that. Even if it was, you'd pull the, 'it's too dangerous for someone your age,' card," Peter said.

"Maybe if you made an effort to get better, there'd be some kind of chance I'd let you be Spider-Man. Starting with talking about your nightmares?" Tony said.

"You want to know what my nightmares are about? Fine. They're about you," Peter said, earning a confused look from Tony, "I mean, sure they all include May, but the nightmare is you. And you wanna know why? It's because you won't let me be Spider-Man.

"You know how many dreams I have of you holding me back, telling me I can't save someone? It all ends the same way. I'm forced to watch Aunt May die, and you're the reason."

"Oh, Pete," Tony whispered, then sighed, "I'm sorry kid."

"Say you're sorry all you want, but it's never gonna change if you still say I can't be Spider-Man," Peter said.

"I wish you could see it from my point of view," Tony said.

"Your point of view? What about mine? Don't act like you know how I feel," Peter said, looking away from Tony's eyes.

"I do," Tony said, making Peter look at him again, "I had nightmares, just as bad as you. I had panic attacks. I was depressed. Trust me, I know what it's like. Don't think for a second I haven't put myself in your shoes. It's safer if you give up Spider-Man."

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you actually think that's gonna help. And besides all of this, why don't you let me even leave to hang out with my friend?" Peter asked.

"How do I know you want to hangout with your friend if you never tell me? Communication is important," Tony said.

"That 'communication,'" Peter said, doing air quotes with his fingers, "doesn't mean anything if you don't ever listen! How many times have I tried to communicate to you that Spider-Man means more to me than you could ever know? Do you think about that?"

"My gosh, get over it! That's all you ever use!" Tony said.

"You'd think that would help get my point across. Guess not with you," Peter said.

"Look, kid-"

"Just go, Tony," Peter said.

"No, we're gonna talk," Tony said.

"I'm not," Peter said, "get out."

Tony stared at Peter for a minute, before giving up and making his way to leave.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm going to a concert with Ned this Friday," Peter said.

"Maybe he can knock some sense into you," Tony said before leaving and shutting the door.

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Sorry it was short. To anyone who may have read the old chapter 5, i hated the idea of a therapist and decided to rewrite it. Hope you like this one better :)

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