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An entire day passes and Ada hasn't once checked her phone. She hasn't done much, really. Other than forcing herself through dinner with Tony and Pepper. The latter leaves for a business trip and Ada feels horrible for that fact that she's grateful. Because she really does like Pepper. Tony asks her to come to the compound but she turns him down.

The man does raise a question then. She's always gone to the compound when given the chance. Ada uses the girl problems excuse and it's left at that. Though Tony doesn't like leaving her alone, he does after she promises to text him often.

Once she's alone - something she never thought she'd want so much - Ada sits crosses legged on her bed and stares down at her phone. It's still turned off, she doesn't want to turn it on. She'll have to eventually or Mr. Stark will worry. She doesn't want that. Nor does she want to face her friends.

"All this stuff does is ruin relationships, hurts the people around you."

Ada doesn't want to hurt the people around her but she can't stop. She's not strong enough. That only leaves one option that she can see.

Before she knows it, Ada is hunched over her toilet, dry heaving. She's lost what little was in her stomach but nausea filling her has yet to cease. It takes a while to pull herself to her feet and when she does, she washes her mouth out before getting a cup of water.

It feels as if the world is sitting on her, suffocating her. She doesn't even know she's crying until the tears fall down her cheeks. She manages to set the glass cup down before she drops it but her knees give out before she reaches her bed.

Sobbing doesn't feel like a strong enough word for what she's doing. Tears stream down her face, snot builds up in her nose, pained noises leave her throat, but it's more than that. Her hand uselessly grabs at her throat and chest as she fights to breathe. Her lungs refuse to expand, keeping all oxygen out.

Ada becomes too light-headed to think of what's wrong, what exactly caused this reaction. Dark spots dance in the corners of her eyes but she still can't bring in enough air. Panic seizes her entire body, her limbs become numb and the darkness envelopes her vision.

Consciousness returns to Ada slowly. She's not aware of much. It almost feels like she's floating and not in a good way. She likes the good kind of floating, but not this. A sound reaches her ears next and she winces at the way it makes her head pound.

"Ada?" The teenager deciphers the noise as a voice but it sounds as if she's underwater. "Ada!?" It's more clear this time with a weight on her shoulder accompanying it. She groans at the sudden shaking of her body. "Okay, you're okay," Voice continues to speak but Ada makes an effort to block it out.

Hands grasp onto both of her shoulders and her head falls to the side when she's lifted into a sitting position. "Hey, hey, look at me," Ada moves her head away from the tapping on her cheek. She brings up a weak hand to swat the person away and cracks open her eyes.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" She mumbles in question to the brown-haired boy.

"Really? That's what you're concerned about?" He asks incredulously but shakes his head before she can answer. "You weren't answering your phone. Jamie messaged, said he thought something was wrong. I came to check on you. Good thing I did too. What happened?"

"I think- I don't-" Ada sighs and brings a hand up to her head.

"Did you hit your head?" Peter questions, already looking for any injuries before he's gotten all the words out.

"No," Ada once again pushes his hands away softly, closing her eyes. She takes a deep breath and leans back against her bed. "I just...I'm fine."

"Fine isn't passed out on the floor, Ada," Peter tells her sternly, his eyes widening as he shifts in his crouched position. "Just...does you head hurt?"

"A little," A lot. "But that's normal." The worry in Peter's eyes lessens but doesn't disappear completely. His heart has yet to come back down to a normal beating pattern. Ada not answering her phone isn't an abnormal thing these days but that on top of Jamie's message was enough to get him to come over. He didn't want to bother Mr. Stark so he forewent texting the man. When he'd entered the empty apartment, the hairs on his arms stood on end and he immediately found his way into his friend's room, only to see her unconscious on her floor.

Too many possibilities about what could've happened shot through his head. Too many to count. But with her recent medical history, he'd worried she'd hit her head or something similar. Though, he can't see any sign of an external cause of why she would've passed out. He's not so sure if that's a good thing.

Clearing her throat, Ada struggles to swallow, her mouth dry. "Here," Peter grabs the glass of water from her nightstand and passes it to her. He follows her shaky hands with his own, worried she'd drop it. It's only then he notices the tear tracks down her face. She'd been crying. How had he missed that?

"Okay," Peter sighs and takes the cup, setting it back where he got it. "Hang on." Pushing himself to his feet, Peter enters the bathroom. He grabs a washcloth after turning the light on, going to run it under the water. He waits for it to warm but before it does, something catches his eye.

Brows furrowing, Peter sets the rag down, the water still pouring down the drain. His hand slowly reaches out, fingers pulling back the fabric of the hat resting on the counter. He knows Ada was on a lot of medication after leaving the hospital, he's not sure now though, she never talks about it. But this isn't that.

Peter isn't sure if his stomach or his heart drops lower. Either way, he's sure neither are in his body anymore. It takes a minute for Peter to snap back to himself. The noise of the water running reaches his ears again and he shuts it off.

Grabbing the hat and the definitely not prescription pills, Peter spins on his heel quickly, washcloth forgotten.

Ada's pulling herself to her feet when Peter reappears. Her gaze quickly zeros in on what he's holding. Her heart drops into her stomach and the most intense wave of nausea hits her, she nearly falls back down.

"What's this?" He knows what it is, he's not an idiot. Far from it, really, but he needs...he doesn't even know what. He needs her to say it? Wants to hear a logical excuse as to why she has illegal drugs?

Ada can't meet her friend's eyes. She looks anywhere but him, nausea still rolling through her like heavy waves in the ocean. Her chest feels tight. When did that happen? "It's nothing," She finally whispers. It's a miracle she got the words out at all.

"Nothing?" Peter repeats and if the situation wasn't like it is, Ada would've noticed how much Peter looks like Mr. Stark at that moment. Scoffing, the teenager shakes his head. Ada wraps her arms around herself. "Ada, this isn't nothing."

As if it would change anything, reverse time to before he found them, Ada reaches forward to take the hat from him but Peter pulls it out of her reach.

"Peter-"

"What?" He asks, anger starting to seep into his voice. And much worse, disappointment fills his eyes. "No, really, Ada, I want you to explain this to me." He holds the hat in the air. Ada can hear some pills rattle. The sound makes her arms tingle. "Because this-..." Words fail him and Peter just gestures towards the drugs, feeling utterly helpless.

He should've seen it. Maybe he did. In some way, deep down. He knows his friend hasn't been the same, not since waking up. There are times he sees the old her, a fleeting spark flashing through her eyes. He can hear it in something she says, see it in something she does. But it's always very brief.

But the way her clothes hang off her skinny frame. The dark circles under her eyes. He's noticed. The way her hands shakes, he sees the way she tries to hide it. He's seen all of it but he hasn't...he hasn't done anything about it. What kind of a friend does that make him?

"This will only screw your life up."

"M-my life is already scr-screwed up, Peter," Ada says with as much force as she can. Her eyes burn but she finally looks up to meet his own. "I-I can't sleep. My head hu-hurt all the time," She can't even talk right. How does he not see that she needs this? It's helping her, she can't function without it. "This," She gestures towards the hat held in his white-knuckled grip. "I-it's the...it's helping."

"No, Ada!" Peter nearly shouts, not believing the words his friend is saying to him. "Not, it's not. It's not helping, it'll only make things worse!" He's not thinking straight. If he was, he wouldn't be raising his voice. "You have to see that!"

"No, I-" Peter runs his free hand through his hair, looking away from his friend. She's just not listening to him! How can she not see what she's doing to herself?

"I love you, Ada, you're my best friend," The boy continues in a raised voice when words fail the younger girl. "And I'm trying to tell you you're screwing your life up by doing this! I'm trying to help you! You need to stop this." He finally releases the hat, throwing it onto the bed without a glance.

"I don't need to do anything!" Ada shouts back, her voice rising to meet Peter's. "You can't help me, Peter! And I know that's hard for someone like you to understand, but you need to accept it."

"Just stop for a second and listen-"

"No, I'm done listening to this," Ada cuts him off. "I don't want to hear you yelling at me about how I'm ruining my life," Like she doesn't already know that. Tell a clear-headed Ada that she'd be fighting her best friend over her bad life decisions, she's laugh in your face. But she's not exactly clear-headed at the moment. And she doesn't take very well to being yelled at. "But I do want you to get out."

"I'm not leaving!"

"Yes, you are!" Later, Ada will wonder if anyone else in the building can hear their raised voices. "Now! Get out!" The girl points to the door, waiting but Peter only shakes his head, watery eyes staring down at her. "Now, Peter!" Ada's voice breaks but she doesn't notice as her closed fists make contact with his chest. He steps back but she knows it's not because of her strength. "Go!"

Peter hesitate another moment but when Ada delivers another blow to his chest, the boy turns away, tears finally falling from his eyes. He hadn't acted as level headedly as he should've. There's a part of him that knows that but emotions are a tricky thing. Ada just needs a little time, he'll keep an eye on her, come back later.

She'll be okay, he'll make sure of it.

I'm not good at writing fight scense, verbal or otherwise so I apologize.

So, Ada is mad. At herself more than anyone. Peter is only scared and worried for his friend. Both they're emotions are all over the place, so they ended up fighting. Will there be consequences? Or is it just what needed to happen? Find out next chapter! I'd love to know what you guys think will go down!

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

Teasers: "You look like you saw a ghost." / "I can't believe this," / "We were just- wait, you're Stark's new kid." / Ada growls, glaring daggers at both men. / "Let me go and I'll do a lot more than that!" / "I wanna go home."

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