Chapter 17

Author's Note: Sorry this is a shorter chapter. I may take a small break from this story and think of where I want to go with it. In the meantime, I will work on my other one that I started as it is more light hearted.

The following few days had been absolute torture for everyone in the Stark household. If Peter's mood and attitude weren't bad enough because he was in a wheelchair, it started rubbing off onto little Morgan. Tony and Pepper felt like banging their heads against the wall with how frustrated they were. Peter kept himself locked in his room because he was sick of his overprotective parents.

The house was quiet for once because Pepper took Morgan with her to go do somethings. Peter never left his room that day, except when it was time for dinner. Tony took the elevator to go get Peter for dinner.

"Peter, it is time to eat." Tony stated.

"Not hungry."

"Well, you need to try okay. Your healing abilities need help, Pete." Tony swore they have had this conversation more than once.

Peter just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore Tony.

"Peter. Peter." Tony turned Peter around in his wheelchair to face him. "Peter, listen to me. Look at me. I want to help you. I don't know why you're healing abilities haven't kicked in. I know you really want out of the wheelchair. I can't help you unless you talk to me."

Peter looked down at the ground. He knew why his healing abilities weren't working. It was like ever since May had passed, he just shut them off.

"Peter, talk to me."

"P-please leave me alone." Peter said as his voice broke. A tear dripped down his cheek and he was really hoping Tony wouldn't notice.

Tony sighed and sat down across from Peter on his bed. "Pete." He gently lifted Peter's chin so he could see his face. "Oh, kid. Tell me what's going on. Let me help you."

"Y-you can't!" Peter cried out, now crying like he was some little kid.

"I can try." Tony gently said.

"Not unless you can bring May back from the dead!" Peter yelled, totally frustrated and embarrassed.

Tony let out a long sigh. "No, I can't but I am here for you whenever you need or want me. Pete, would you like to go see Ned?"

Peter shook his head, "No."

Tony seemed shock at Peter's answer. "Okay. What do you want, Pete?"

Peter held his arms out like a little kid wanting to be picked up. Tony came over to him. "What do you need, Peter?"

"You." Peter said, crying again.

Tony gently picked Peter up and put him on the bed. He laid down next to Peter as he cried and cried. The kid really needed this, right now.

"Peter, is this why your healing abilities aren't working?" Tony whispered.

Peter nodded his head in response. Tony finally understood the reason behind it, it was May and Peter hadn't gotten truly over it yet. Tony really hoped that the drama would go away and Peter's healing abilities would come back.

The next day, Bruce came by to check on Peter. He didn't see Peter in the living room. Tony was in the kitchen coloring with Morgan.

"Hey, Tony. Hey, Mo."

"Brucie!" Morgan said as she hugged Bruce.

"Peter here?"

Tony sighed, " He is in his room. He may be asleep. We had a rough night."

"I just wanted to check on him." Bruce said. To their surprise, the elevator door opened, and Peter came walking out.

"Peter! What are you doing out of your wheelchair?" Bruce said in panic.

"I don't need it." Peter said, he seemed excited.

"Peter, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"No seriously. Check me over." Peter sat down on the bar stool.

After a few minutes, Bruce confirmed Peter was okay and didn't need the wheelchair.

"I don't understand." Bruce said.

"You don't have to, Bruce." Peter said as he smiled at Tony.

It seemed the kid had his healing abilities back. I guess a few tears and a conversation did the trick.