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Peter was always a good kid, had a great life, great friends, and great grades. So he was the perfect role model of a child, parents always compared their kids to him, kids wished they were as smart as him. But no one really knew how much of a burden all of this was, it’s not like he could openly talk about what he was feeling. Why would he? He lived with his amazing aunt, and was basically an avenger. He knew Tony Stark on a personal level, was always invited over to the tower, made friends with some of the Avengers. So when Peter first heard of weed, he was confused. Why would people waste their life and do something that kills them slowly? He always thought that. Until he had a taste for it.
A kid he mingled with every once in a while had a party, and at parties there was always something sketchy. And this sketchy thing was a bong being passed around, along with a blunt for those who didn’t want to take a hit from the bong, vise versa. So when everyone got into a group, the blunt and bong began to get passed around, each person taking a hit. Until it landed on Peter, he felt a bit odd, if he didn’t do this maybe they’d kick him out, or make things up about him. He was about to just pass it on until he heard a kid say, “He’s not going to do it, he’s a top student, a teachers pet. I’m surprised he even ca-“ the kid was cut off by Peter taking a big hit from the bong. Most of the kids had shocked expressions. “Holy fuck Parker, look at you go!” A kid laughed, giving him a slap on the back, followed by some laughing. Peter began coughing harshly, he’s never smoked before, this was new to the 15 year old. A kid passed him some water while the rest resumed taking hits. Peter chugged the water down, still coughing but not as bad as before.
Peter didn’t even have to wait that long until the weed hit him. He was floating, this feeling was new and scary, but so, so, freeing. he felt calm, excited, all different emotions. He honestly loved the feeling, not only from the weed but the rebelliousness that came from it. The group of kids mainly all talked and some stared off into space, Peter was one of the ones staring off into space. Feeling as though time stopped, and he was the only one there.
It was now at least 35 minutes later and everyone was passing around the bong and blunt again, mainly for the people who didn’t take as big of a hit as some of the others. “Dude he’s so high.” A kid murmured, Peter wasn’t sure if it was towards him or not. “Parker!” The same kid yelled, Peter looking at the kid now. The kid stifled a laugh, “You’re so high..” The kid giggled loudly, “want another hit?” Peter wasn’t really sure if he wanted another one, but everyone was looking at him, so of course he said no…. Is what he wanted to say, but he ended up saying yes. He was passed the bong once more, he took another hit, trying not to take as big of a hit as he did half an hour ago. This got him feeling crazy, his senses were all over the place, loud music, people talking, things moving. Everything felt like a dream, like he wasn’t in control and, for the life of him, he could not, think straight.
Peter doesn’t know how long has passed, all he knows is that he was currently thinking about how painkillers are the “Mute Notification” option for the body. And this was seriously making him go down a rabbit hole of thoughts. Peter had gotten up to use the bathroom, who knows how long ago, but he was still in there, staring at the mirror. A vibrating feeling was felt in his pocket, he shook his head softly in an attempt to ground himself. He grabbed his phone and looked at the contact. The phone read, “Mr. Stark”, needless to say he was confused but a bit scared. Why would Tony Stark call him? Before answering, Peter splashed his face with the sink water, preparing himself for the call.
Peter picked up the phone and pressed answer, “H-“ Peter cleared his throat from the raspiness, “Hello”. Peter was sweating bullets, “Kid where in the living fuck are you?” Tony’s voice came through harsh. “A-At my friends house?” Peter stuttered, it came more out as a question, why was Mr. Stark yelling at him? “Uh huh.. And have you told May about this sleepover?” Tony question. Peter froze a bit, trying to remember if he did or not. “Y-yeah.. I told her I’m sleeping over at Neds house..” Peter voice was slow, a bit sloppy, he was hoping the call would end soon.
“Try again.” Tony said sternly, Peter was confused even more, what did he mean ‘try again’? “What..?” Peter stammered. “Your aunt called Ned because you wouldn’t answer your phone, Ned said he hadn’t seen you since after school, so your aunt called me practically trembling, wondering what in the world happen to her nephew.” Tony huffed, he hadn’t stopped at all in that sentence, Peter probably would’ve started to panic but he couldn’t really feel much of his emotions at the moment.
“Sorry” Peter muttered, he was getting distracted by the littlest things, he was trying to keep his attention on the call but it was difficult. “Peter where the hell are you?” Tony demanded, he was getting annoyed more and more by the minute. “A friens.. house.. jus’ not Ned’s…” Peter’s words were slurred and slow. “Peter yo-…” there was a pause, “Never mind I’m coming to get you.” Peter froze, Tony Stark can’t just show up out of no where, especially with how high he was. “No!” Peter yelped, he couldn’t have Tony get him. “I-I’m fine. I promise.” Peter stuttered out, but the phone had already hung up.
Now it was fight or flight, but Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to try and convince Tony that everything was fine, Tony was one stubborn son of a bitch. So Peter decided flight, he left the bathroom, walking towards the group of people. Peter picked up his things, “I’ve got to go… uh- thanks for having me over..” he mumbled with slow words. “Why not just stay the night?” One of the boys asked, “Gotta finish… stuff..” Peter smiled awkwardly, making his way out. A few goodbyes were heard behind Peter as he left.
When Peter went outside, it was night, the air around him felt damp. Peter shivered slightly, now wishing he would’ve just stayed in the warm home. He began walking down the road, it was a random direction, but the longer he can walk without Tony finding him the better. A dim lighted park came into view after what felt like an hour, but of course, was probably shorter than he thought.
Before he knew it, he was already walking towards the park. He swore he saw people there, hanging out, but he couldn’t really tell. Everything was wonky for him, his mind was in a whole other atmosphere. He settled down in the playground, sitting. He pulled out his phone to see missed calls from Tony, Ned, May, even MJ. If he was sober he would’ve felt terrible and panicky, but all he did was giggle slightly.
Peter scrolled through his phone, wanting to pass time. Peter didn’t know how much time had passed, but it felt like a long time. Sooner or later he heard a familiar engine roaring in the distance, though he couldn’t tell if it was the fancy expensive car Tony drove or his iron man suit. But all he knew was that he was now freaking the fuck out.
Peter stayed on the playground, not daring to move. Hoping that Tony would possibly just pass by, but Peter knew better than to have false hope. The engine stopped close by, Peter peaked his head up, seeing a figure stomp over in his direction. “PETER!” The figure screamed, anger clearly in his voice. Peter went through all the possibilities of how to get out of this mess or how to not get caught just yet.
“Peter get your ass down here.” The voice stayed in one spot now, it was louder and closer. Peter didn’t talk, he didn’t move, he didn’t say a word. Not one breath came out of Peter. “I know damn well you’re in there. Come here already.” Tony’s voice was harsh and rough. “Can I say no?” Peter asked stupidly. “I’m gonna kill you oh my god..” Peter heard Tony mutter under his breath.