Chapter Six
Peter felt like he was slowly being strangled to death. It was not a pleasant feeling and he felt the grip around his throat feeling tighter and tighter. Sometimes it was Thanos that was strangling him. Other times it was Scott, but whoever his foe was the grip was always deadly and suffocating. Peter almost prayed for death sometimes.
He was tired. He was so goddamn tired of well everything really. He felt like he hadn't really moved on. Peter couldn't move on, that was the problem. Everyone seemed to move on except for him. It was mind blowing, not to mention exhausting.
". . .Peter. Peter. Wake up, Peter!"
Peters brown eyes opened as he stood there shaking. He felt like his whole body was covered in sweat and he was staring at the confused and worried eyes of Tony Stark. It took him a while to realize where he was.
After spending the night tinkering around with Tony in his lab, he had invited Peter to spend the night. Peter had said yes and had quickly called his manager at his job and told him that he wouldn't be able to come in because he was sick.
It was a little while lie, but who hadn't said a little white lie in their lives? Besides Peter was usually very responsible and he wanted to spend a day more with the Avengers. Was that so bad of him?
Apparently yes, because he now felt like he was dying of embarrassment. Tony was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. He looked like he was minutes away from calling Bruce to make sure that Peter didn't need to spend time in a mental ward.
It took Peter a moment to realize where he was. He was back at the compound, in the room that Mr. Stark had decorated for him with cheesy Star Wars decorations. "Mr. Stark. . ." Peter fumbled feeling like an idiot.
Tony passed a hand through his sweaty curls and made Peter feel like he was four years old again. "I'm here, kid. You're here in the compound. You're safe. You were screaming." He paused. "Were you having a nightmare?"
Peter flushed feeling embarrassed. "A little. Go back to bed, Mr. Stark. I'm sorry for waking you up."
Tony shook his head as he sat at the edge of his bed. "Are you nuts? There is absolutely no need to apologize, kid. Especially for something that is beyond your control." He paused. "Are you ok? Do you need some water?"
Peter shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Thank you for being here and stuff."
Tony looked slightly embarrassed at the mushy exchanged of words. "No problem kid, anytime. Are you sure that you're ok? You would tell me if anything was wrong right?"
Peter nodded, blushing. "Of course. I'm fine, Mr. Stark. These dreams don't happen often. It's a once in a while thing." Tony didn't know what to tell him and he didn't seem like he believed him, but he didn't want to push him either.
Tony placed a hand on Peter's head. "Good night, kid."
The next morning Peter couldn't wait to get out of the compounds. Maybe if he left sooner, he could pretend that this whole embarrassing ordeal had never happened. He had gulped down half a bowl of Lucky Charms and asked Happy to take him home, which Happy had agreed to.
"Leaving so soon?" Tony asked as Peter waited for Happy outside of the compound. Tony was dressed in jeans and a T shirt.
"Yes, I have homework and a Spanish test on Tuesday." Peter said and Tony nodded, he still had that concerned look that irritated Peter. "Thanks for letting me stay the night."
"Anytime, kid. Call me when you have your next day off so you can come to the compound."
"I will. Thanks."
Happy drove in silence, it seemed that both of them had things on their mind. "Stay safe, kid and say hello to your aunt for me, ok?"
Peter nodded and waved goodbye to Happy. When he got into his apartment May and Scott were talking excitedly and May was wearing her favorite red shorts. "Peter! Honey! You're back." May kissed him on the cheek. "How was the night at Tony's?"
"Fine." He hugged her back, he relaxed when he smelled her sweet perfume. "Are you guys going out?"
"Central Park." Scott said. "May is dying to see some outdoor band. Would you like to come along?" Peter didn't know if Scott was being nice or sarcastic. Either way the idea of being in crowded Central Park with May and Scott all day to Peter it didn't seem like fun.
Peter shook his head. "No, you guys go ahead. I have a Spanish test that I need to study for. You guys go have fun."
May kissed him once again on the cheek and promise to bring pizza for him once the concert finish. Peter felt himself relax when May and Scott left the room.
Peter walked around the apartment feeling bored even though he did have a Spanish test that he needed to study for. He looked down the row of pictures that May had crammed in a shelf and that Peter found embarrassing.
There were baby pictures of Peter, pictures of Peter as a toddler with jam all over his face, Peter and Ben at the Yankees game, school graduations, etc. . .. In the center of the shelf was a picture of Peter's parents: Mary and Richard Parker.
Peter thought he looked more like his father, though he had his mother's eyes. Peter felt his heart aching. His parents had died when he was a toddler and he could hardly remember them. He couldn't help, but feel his heart aching. He didn't know much about his parents, he had asked Ben and May once or twice when he had been growing up, but they had never elaborated. All he knew was that they had died in a tragic accident.
He loved May and Ben, but he wished that he could have meet his parents and grown up with them. Maybe he wouldn't be in this situation that he was now.
Stop it, he scolded himself, stop being such a baby. May has been almost like a mom to you. She lost Ben. She's allowed to move on.
"Parker! Open up!" There was a knock on the door and Peter perked up as he opened the door. He saw MJ and Ned. Peter smiled. "What are you guys doing here?"
"This dweeb told me that you had the day off," MJ said as her and Ned enter the apartment. "Let's go to the movies."
Ned nodded. "Come on, man you haven't gotten a day off in weeks and this new movie is really cool it has mystery and great actors-"
"-And murder and torture."
Peter laughed, "Let's go. I haven't seen any torture movies in a while."
-End of Chapter Six-
I'm not too happy about how this chapter turned out, I apologize if this was a little boring. Thanks for reading!
