Chapter 5

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Peter:

''So, you're telling me, that Thor shooting out of an air vent, is normal here?'' Peter asked Tony. He was now sitting at a table, enjoying a plate of bacon and eggs, that Steve had cooked.

''Well that particularly is new, but similar stuff happens daily. Get used to it.'' Said a voice from above.

Peter looked around confused, but Tony just shook his head, and yelled up to the ceiling. ''Clint cut it out, get out of the vent.''

Peter watched as the archer dropped from the ceiling, doing a quick safety roll before standing upright. He nodded at Peter before pulling up a chair.

''Got any plans today?'' Steve asked, before taking a bite of his huge plate of food.

It took a few seconds before Peter realized; he was talking to him. ''M-me?'' He asked blushing now that all eyes were watching him curiously.

''Yeah, what is it kids do these days?''

''Well I...'' What was he going to do today? He hadn't really planned on doing anything. It didn't seem like the right time to go out partying with friends. Not that he ever does that. He was about to say that he was probably just going to chill in his room, but that sounded lame. This was Steve Rogers, Captain America for gosh sakes. So, he said the first thing he could think of. ''Well I actually have a date with this girl from school tonight.''

Tony eyed him suspiciously, but Peter ignored him, and kept his eyes on Steve.

Guess he was going to have to talk to Mj now.

''Sounds like fun,

Peter simply nodded and turned back to his food.

Tony:

The kid was lying straight through his teeth. Tony knew it. Was he going to call him out? Nope.

Instead he got up, cleared off his and Peter's plates, picked up his phone and made a few quick calls clearing his schedule.

Now he just had to figure out what he was going to do with Peter. Much easier said than done. This situation was different than other times he took care of Peter. Then May was alive, and all Tony had to do was make sure the kid didn't get himself killed. They had gotten to know each other better, and even started to hangout outside of Superhero stuff.

Tony smiled softly, while placing his plate in the dishwasher, remembering the first time he invited Peter over, to work in the lab with him.

He had wanted to add a few new features to Peter's suit, and thought it would be nice if he could have Peter there, to try it out and stuff...

Okay fine, so maybe he missed the kid, and there hadn't been any missions recently, therefore there was no reason for him and Peter to see each other.

Flashback:

''There we go, think that'll do?'' Tony asked tossing Peter a now updated version of his web shooters.

''Yeah, thanks again Mr. Stark.'' Peter replied gratefully.

''No problem. You got any plans tonight, or do you want to stay for dinner?''

Peter's eyes widened at that. ''Really?''

''Yeah, the whole teams already up here what's one more person.'' Tony added nonchalantly.

''Yeah, um I'll just have to text May.'' He answered already pulling out his phone. A few minutes later, he spoke again. ''May's working late, so she says its fine with her.''

The kid was trying to contain his excitement, but hardly succeeding.

Later that night, they had put on a movie. Near the end of it, Tony looked away from the screen after hearing a bunch of awe's and quiet laughs, to see Peter fast asleep with his head on Clint's shoulder.

He smiled, and watched but stood up, when they got their phones out and started taking photos.

''Man, Spidey's going to hate this!''

''Spiderman and Hawkeye, who would've thought.''

Tony knew they were teasing, and they wouldn't actually try to hurt Peter, but for some reason he suddenly felt... protective of him.

''Here I'll get him off for you.'' Tony said, walking over to the couch. He gently lifted the kid off Clint and carried him bridal style the other couch, where he had been sitting.

He lied, him down carefully, then sat on the remaining space of the couch, by his feet. He felt oddly relaxed having Peter closer to him, and he couldn't figure out why.

''Tony!''

He was pulled from his daydream, by someone calling his name. He looked towards the doorway, to see Natasha standing there, looking slightly, nervous?

''Tony it's Peter, I think you should go talk to him.'' Natasha said.

''Why, what happened, is he alright?'' Tony asked, now worried.

Natasha shook her head. ''Not really, but he will be. We were just watching the news. Tony Peter's Aunt being killed wasn't an accident. Whoever attacked, her knew exactly what they were doing.''

''Does Peter know that?'' Tony knew he should be concerned about the murder, but all he could think about was Peter. Again, he couldn't seem to figure out why.

Again, Natasha shook her head. ''There were cameras, they caught footage of May's death. Peter just happened to walk in at the wrong moment.''

''Holy crap, where is he?'' Tony demanded. Wasn't it enough, to lose May? Now he had to watch it on tv too?

''His room. He left the room crying, we didn't know what to do. I think Clint went to try and calm him.''

Tony was already on his way upstairs.

Peter's door was already opened, and Clint was kneeling on the floor by Peter's bed.

Peter:

Peter walked into the lounge, not knowing what else to do without Tony. He walked in, and was surprised to see everyone looking at him, then at each other, then at him again, like they didn't know what to do.

Peter could feel his cheeks heating up. He suddenly felt uncomfortable. ''Um, hey guys.''

It was just then that he noticed the tv was on. ''Oh, um, what are you guys watching?'' He asked, desperately trying to loosen up the tension.

Then he made the mistake of looking at the screen.

''Peter, no wait.'' Bruce warned, but it was too late. He had already seen it.

The building his Aunt had worked in, was on fire, and the cameras were now focused on a person with their back to the screen, and a gun, pointing towards a woman. He gasped when he realized who the woman was. ''May.''

Bruce had now moved to turn off the tv, but he wasn't quick enough. Before he could pick up the remote, they heard a loud crack of a gun firing, and May's body, fell to the ground, as she began slowly bleeding out. It was an awful sight, and all eyes were on Peter, as if they were waiting for him to break.

He stood there, looking small and scared, as May's body falling to the ground, played over and over in his mind, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.

His heart raced, as his breathing picked up.

Oh no, it's happening again. No, no, no. I can't breathe, I can't breathe!

The others must've noticed his distress, because Clint had gotten up, and was now walking towards him, and Nat was heading to the kitchen.

''I can't breathe.'' He whimpered. He had to get out of there, he couldn't let the avengers see him like this. Without a second thought, he found himself running to his room. By now there were tears falling down his cheeks, and he didn't even try to stop them.

He looked up to see Clint standing in front of him.

Peter couldn't even get in enough air to talk and tell him to go away. He just sat there on the end of his bed, helplessly trying to calm himself. But nothing was working, he could now never unseen that. It would be in his mind forever. His poor Aunt's terrified face, when she realized what was about to happen. Her clutching the wound and screaming in pain. It was all there forever.

After about a minute, his heart was still thumping hard against his chest, and not knowing what else to do, he looked up to Clint for help.

Clint thankfully seemed to understand, and made his way over, to kneel beside Peter. ''You're alright, bud just breathe.''

He tried as hard as he could, but it felt as if nothing could calm him. He threw back his head in frustration, but whimpered again, when it made him lightheaded.

''Hey, hey, calm down, Natasha's gone to get Tony, he should be here any second now.'' Clint was sounding slightly desperate now.

Tony. For some reason that thought seemed to relax him, just enough, that he could talk ''W-what's happening?''

''You're having a panic attack bud.''

''I don't like it.'' He whimpered, weakly.

''I know kiddo, hey look who here!'' Clint was now pointed towards the doorway where Tony was standing.

Tony walked in, whispered something to Clint, who then got up and left, with a wave. He then sat down on the bed next to Peter and pulled him into a tight hug. ''You're alright, remember what I taught you last night. Deep breaths, can you do that for me?''

Tony:

Tony watched as Peter struggled to regulate his breathing.

''I can't, I can't breathe.''

He sounded so small and scared and all Tony could do was watch. It wasn't like he could breathe for him, heck if he could he would in an instant.

Instead he let go of Peter, cupped his cheek with one hand, and turned it so that he was now looking straight into his eyes. ''Hi.''

''Hi?''

''Peter, I need you to listen to me. You're are okay. Okay, I got you. You just need to do what I say, and everything's going to be fine.'' Tony waited for Peter to nod, before continuing. ''Okay, I need you to breath in.''

Peter struggled but managed to get in a deep breath.

''There you go, let it out.'' Tony couldn't help but let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, as well when Peter managed to this too.

The kid was honestly starting to worry him, he could tell Peter was feeling lightheaded, by how hard it was to get him to look up.

This time it took longer to get him to calm down, but Tony had never felt so relieved when Peter took his last deep breath, without struggling.

''See you're okay.'' He said, while pulling Peter in for another hug.

''I wouldn't be if you hadn't come.''

Tony didn't know what to say to that. He didn't want to think about what would have happened if he didn't come but doubted anyone else could've calmed Peter. So, he just said,

''Maybe. But I did, and I always will.''

Peter looked up and smiled at Tony. Oh my gosh, Tony swore he had never been so happy to see someone smile. Again, he couldn't seem to figure out why, but Peter's smile always made him happy.

Peter looked Tony straight in the eyes and said, ''I know you will. Thank you.''

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