Based on Shoyzz's comment because I was thinking of doing a part 2 but wasn't sure if I had enough to write – it's shorter than the usual and is just a little on Peter coping with the accident (no major hurt) – the reviews are all lovely, thank you!

The alarm woke her up. She moved and fidgeted around in her bed until she finally decided to get up, putting her feet down and moaning. It was still dark outside. She walked to her door and quietly opened it, making her way to Peter's.

"He'll be there." She told herself, slowly turning the handle and opening it a little, before flinging it open when she saw he wasn't. "Peter." She whispered, closing her eyes in anger. She nodded her head and took a seat on his bed, grabbing a lego piece he'd been working on with Ned and fiddling with it.

She waited. Waited for about an hour before he came through the door of his room and almost gasped and fell backwards.

"May! What are you-this is my room!" He yelled like a child, limping in and plopping down next to her.

"That's what you're concerned about? No. Don't answer that." She said, bringing up her hand when he opened his mouth to reply. "Where the hell were you?" He opened his mouth again and then looked down in shame. "It's the middle-it's 3am! Peter." She scolded, not mentioning she'd set an alarm just to check up on him. "You could've been stabbed in some back alley, jeez-I-what-", she paused and looked at him. "What were you thinking?"

"Sorry." Is all he said, keeping his head down.

"Where are your crutches? You're supposed to be...doing so many things you're not doing at the moment!" She shouted, softening her stance when she saw how upset he looked. "What's going on, Peter?" She asked quietly.

"I'm just...I'm tired and I'm angry." He nearly whispered, and she put her arm around him and pulled him towards her. He rested his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Of what? Honey, you're doing great, you're recovering-"

He moves his head in discontent when she says that, "it's not enough, May. I feel like-like I'm losing out on so many things and then I can't sleep. I close my eyes and-" he breathes out in fear and she tightens her grip on him, "-I see things I don't want to see." He finished, clenching his fist tightly.

"You're having nightmares?" She interpreted, trying to move so that she could see his face.

"Yeah, I guess." He replied, keeping his head rested against her shoulder. "I'm just outside for some air, promise."

"Why didn't you say?" She frowned, "you know what, we'll go to a doctor tomorrow and-"

He shot up from his position, ignoring the pain in his head and back "I'm not seeing a shrink!" He yelled, fear flashing across his face.

She laughed humourlessly, "you're 15, it's not gonna impact you in any negative way, Peter." She explained, trying to understand why he wouldn't listen to her.

"No, I'm not seeing those child psychologists. May-May promise me. I told you this because you're my aunt and-and friend, promise me you won't make me-"

"Okay, okay. I promise. We won't see anyone. Just talk to me at least and, and wake me up when you have a nightmare no matter what time it is." She offered, holding his hand. She squinted and looked away as if in a daydream, "or what about those baby monitors! They're-"

"May." He cut her off, and she sighed.

"Ok. But if it's still bothering you...", she trailed off when she saw him frown, "one problem at a time." She smiled, getting up from his bed and kissing his forehead. "Just tell me, please." She pleaded, and Peter nodded and mumbled an "okay". She ran her hand through his hair and then left the room.

He watched her leave and then fell back onto his bed, putting his hand on his head and closing his eyes. Great. He looked at the ceiling at the laser-projected time. 3:43, and he was wide awake. He reached for his pillowcase and grabbed his suit, then webbed the door to stop May coming in just in case she did. She was being unpredictable the last few days, and he knew it was just because she was worried. He put the mask on and stared at the ceiling again.

"Karen."

"Yes, Peter?" The AI replied, and he tried to smile a little.

"I can't sleep." He stated. He knew he might not get proper advice, or whether Karen would even understand the problems he was about to share, but he needed to talk to someone, and it couldn't be May, and he didn't have a lot of superhero friends who could understand what he was talking about.

"It is 3:45, Peter, I suggest going to bed at an earlier time."

"That's not the issue, Karen, I'm having...dreams."

"What kind of dreams?"

"Bad ones. When I fell of that building." He paused, "how do you slee-nevermind, you don't sleep, because you're not-or do you? I don't know-what do you-like do you just wait?" He rambled on.

"No, I do not sleep. I am not human; therefore I do not need sleep to function. I'm there when you're there."

Peter sighed, "right. Right, I knew that. It's simple, pretty simple..."

"If you knew, why did you ask?" She replied, and Peter frowned from under the mask.

He squinted his eyes and moved up on the bed, kicking his shoes off. "I don't know." He replied, lying flat on his back. "How long until I heal?" He asked, feeling a shooting pain in his back when he moved.

"I would estimate two weeks. You did fracture your skull, are you in pain right now?" She asked, and a few medical statistics appeared in front of him.

"Yeah."

"Avoid stress." She said, and he scoffed, grabbing the mask and nearly ripping it off. He threw it on the floor and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt tears coming and turned and buried his head into a pillow. "Avoid stress." He repeated mockingly in a muffled voice, and soon fell asleep.

5 hours later

"-Peter!" A voice yelled from somewhere far. He was falling. It wasn't Blackman do he could himself disappear.

He woke up sweating, with May hovering over him. She sighed when he opened his eyes and pulled him in for a hug while he fidgeted and tried to break free.

"Were you camping outside my room?" He said in a light and joking tone, and she lightly hit his shoulder.

"Funny, Peter." She said, "you were screaming." She explained, and he looked away uncomfortably and felt the tears.

"It was just-it was a dream." He said, his voice wavering.

"What did you see?" She asked, deeply concerned as she sat by him.

"May-"

"Don't say nothing." She said, and she looked like she was about to start crying. "You're seeing all these terrible things, and I don't know what it is because you won't even tell me what happened properly." She complained, and while she was trying to avoid asking him to explain what happened when he was clearly very upset about it, she felt out of the loop. She couldn't help without knowing.

"Please don't cry, May." He held her hands and looked at her, "I was falling somewhere really dark and...", he faded off,and she nodded. It wasn't a lot, but it was a start.

"It's been three days since you came home. I don't want you going downhill-"

"I'm not going downhill. I'm fine!"

"Is there anything you need?" She offered.

"Actually, yeah." He said in a serious tone, and she tensed up. "I need to get ready for school-" he laughed, and she grabbed his pillow and hit him with it, "-ouch, May, sorry!" He chuckled.

"-and you weren't paying attention-like you're not paying right now!" Ned whined, looking at a dazed Peter, who stopped and looked at him.

"I was-I am. I just-I'm fine, Ned." He said, smiling briefly, and then continuing to walk with his crutches.

"Okay, but why are you walking home? I thought May was picking you up until you can walk. And it's 7pm, is she okay with that?" Ned asked, pushing and adjusting his and Peter's bags on his shoulders.

"I said I wanted to walk, and she's trying to not make me angry, I guess." He answered, contemplating whether he should've stuck to the offer. No, but then she'd have leave early just for him. He counter-argued himself in his head and then went back to reality, looking at Ned ramble on about something to do with MJ.

"-like 'you're so weird' and I said 'like you're so normal yourself, MJ.', anyway then she started asking about you and-oh wo-shi-", Ned's eyes widened and he stopped walking, and Peter looked at him.

"What? Ned!" He looked to where Ned was looking and saw Tony sitting on a wooden crate with the Iron Man suit opened and standing next to him.

"You wanna-you know, take another route today?" He said to Ned, who gaped back and nodded.

"Yeah-yeah, yeah. Umm, yeah-nice to meet you, Mr Stark." He said excitedly, "can I-can I take a picture real quick?" He asked, squinting and waiting in anticipation for the answer.

"No, because you're leaving." Peter cut in, frowning and directing it at Tony, who controlled his urge to roll his eyes and looked back to Ned. "Sure", he smiled.

Peter watched them take a picture, and then Ned leave, come back and drop Peter's bag, then leave again talking about how this was the 'best day ever'.

"How'd you find me? I'm not wearing the suit-did you put a tracker in me-"

"First of all, no, creepy. And second, you'd have to be an idiot to walk the backway in the dark with a broken leg and back problems, oh wait." He remarked, and Peter rolled his eyes. Tony looked at the crutch and squinted, "I can upgrade that." He said, his eyes motioning the crutches.

Peter exhaled, and forced a smile, "Mr Stark, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

"Is that why you haven't moved since you saw me? Does it hurt? Because two days ago you told me you could nearly walk and I couldn't see through the phone so I took your word. Was I wrong?" He asked a little harshly, standing up in front of his suit.

"You said it would take time, and now you're angry that it's...taking time?" Peter retaliated, loosening his hold on his crutches and standing. He wasn't moving so it was fine. "And it's not broken, it's just a little damaged."

"Very funny, Parker. I'll walk with you." He said, motioning Peter to go.

"Are you crazy? Someone's gonna see and next thing you know they'll figure out who I am!" Peter exclaimed, his mouth open in shock.

"Calm down, Cinderella, no one's gonna see anything."

Peter nodded his head and looked around, "how can you be sure, what if someone takes a picture from their apartment or-"

"You're interning for me, it's not hard to explain the situation." Tony threw out his argument and signalled for him to walk.

Peter sighed, "did you...you know, talk to May, by any chance?" He asked, making his way down the alley behind Tony and in front of the Friday-controlled Iron Man suit.

Tony slowed down so they were side by side and looked at him, "May? Why would I talk to her?" He questioned, and he watched Peter nod.

"Nothing, I thought she-nevermind." He brushed it aside. "Why are we walking home together?" He changed the subject.

"Told you, I'm checking up on you." Tony replied simply, his hands in his pocket as he looked around the neighbourhood. "You didn't tell me you couldn't sleep." He stated, frowning and turning his head to look at Peter.

Peter looked back in surprise, "if you didn't talk to May, how did you know that?" He asked, scowling and clenching his jaw. He'd run right now if he could.

"Doesn't matter. I can help with the situation." Tony offered.

"I don't-" he began and his right crutch slipped on the uneven surface, falling from under his hands. He stopped and stared at it for a few seconds.

"I'll get it." Tony said immediately, but Peter wasn't listening. He stared in anger and then threw his other crutch, stumbling backwards and bringing his hands up to his head. "Peter." Tony said, trying to get him to snap out of it.

"I just-I-" he mumbled, his breathing becoming louder and faster. "I hate this." He snapped, leaning back against a wall and falling to the floor with tears in his eyes.

"Peter, calm down." Tony bent down next to him. It was a panic attack and he recognised it immediately. "Hey, look at me and focus on my breathing."

"Focus? I can't focus!" He yelled back, tightly gripping his head with his hands in panic. "This is-I need to leave." His voice broke, and he threw a web at the wall opposite him and flung away from Tony within seconds.

"Peter! Hey!" Tony yelled as the boy criss-crossed down the alley and then disappeared onto one of the roofs. He exhaled and looked down at the crutches.

"Sir, we can follow him, he can't get far." Friday suggested in the suit, stepping forwards.

"I think he's trying not to be followed." Tony replied, sighing and stepping into the suit.

"He'll get hurt."

"He won't."

Peter sat on the edge of the roof of his own apartment building, slightly swaying his legs back and forth in the air.

"Done?" A voice interrupted, and Peter jumped and cursed under his breath.

"I could've fallen off!" Peter yelled, and Tony hovered in front of him and then sat next to him.

"You wouldn't have." He replied, handing Peter a churro. "You like them." He stated instead of asking, and Peter laughed a little, taking it.

"You eat churro's?" Peter asked, taking a bite.

Tony turned his head, "no, you eat churro's." He stated, "but they're not terribly bad."

"Right, right." Peter laughed.

"That was risky. Flying around without your suit." Tony said, and Peter exhaled as his smile disappeared, moving backwards in defence.

"Like you've never done anything risky?" Peter countered, and Tony frowned at the uncharacteristic reply.

"Well I'm an adult, and you're twelve." Tony replied, and Peter scoffed.

"I might not be an adult but you don't have to treat me like I'm a-"

"Like you're a child? Of course I do, because contrary to what you think, you're not mature, Peter, you don't do well under pressure, this isn't a movie where-"

"Mature? You're the one shouting at me and all I did was come to my roof-"

"You know exactly why I'm shouting, and this isn't it." Tony snapped, and he mentally cursed himself for trailing way off the subject. He was supposed to be helping Peter, that was the reason he came.

"You want me to stop taking risks, Mr Stark?" Peter looked down at the ground with tears in his eyes, and Tony sighed at the sight.

He put a hand on Peter's shoulder, "that's not what I meant."

"I hurt myself, and I hurt May even worse. All that me fighting that guy did was get myself killed, literally, and I didn't even stop him!" Peter yelled, and now that he was saying exactly what Tony wanted, Tony scrunched his face and nodded in discontent.

"That's-yeah but not like-", he brushed his hand over his face while Peter watched him in confusion, "there's a reason I took the suit." He finally said.

"Well, you can have it back...again."

"I don't need it back. We both made mistakes, but the reason I'm here is because I know this isn't gonna stop you." Tony explained, jumping off the ledge into mid air and then landing on the floor behind Peter.

Peter watched him, and slowly turned himself to see Tony standing in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something then just looked down at his shoes, like a child being told off.

Tony looked at him and carried on, "these things happen. You have nightmares, you feel like you can't talk to people but the moment you let that take over your life, is the moment people out there-" he vaguely waved his hand over the other buildings and city, "-will start doubting you." He stepped out of the suit and stood in front of Peter like he was scolding a young child, which technically he was, and then sat next to him.

"Ok."

"If eating churro's, talking to Karen in the middle of the night-"

"-what-how did you-"

"-or jumping around roofs in your suit, also in the middle of the night, is what you need, then it's what you need." Tony shrugged his shoulders.

"Tonight was the only night you'll see me-"

"Yes it is. Because what you don't need is pictures you don't want of you gliding around without your suit, or of you webbing people's hands to stop them seeing you." Tony said, and Peter's eyes widened at the last sentence. One time. How did he even see that?

"It just-it threw me off." Peter said.

"I know. And that happens, no need to go and overreact." Tony smirked, and Peter laughed a little.

"Thanks, Mr Stark."

"Alright, now can we go?" Tony got off the ledge and helped Peter up. "I'll get you fixed up." He frowned, and Peter nodded.

"That...sounds good." He smiled, scratching the back of his head.