Chapter 1
The first thing Peter heard when he woke up the next morning on the couch of the living room of Stark Tower was the television blasting the news through the speakers. Groaning, Peter massaged his temples in an attempt to calm down a raging headache making its way through his head. A while after it calmed slightly, Peter looked towards the television and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his ribcage completely.
On the screen, the reporter was telling the audience about a car accident which happened the day before. In total, three-person were minorly injured and one of the people that caused the accident was severely injured with a high possibility of death. What made everything worse for Peter was the picture they posted to help the police recognize the victim. It was his Aunt May and she honestly didn't really look all that pretty with the wound she was decorated with. The voice in his head didn't have to be told twice before it started to insult and belittle him.
It's your fault, it's your fault spider boy~.
It taunted him and reminded him of everything he had done wrong in his life.
First, you killed your Uncle Ben and now your Aunt May? You don't deserve to be Spider-man. Everyone would be better off without you.
The voice had turned into Tony Stark voice somewhere in the middle of the sentence and unknown to him, his breathing had started to become harsher and uneven, his body shaking. He was alone in this particular part of the tower since Tony had a boring meeting and Bruce was currently doing some experiment in his personal lab which left the small boy alone.
Suddenly, almost as if by a miracle, Peter remembered he left his suit in his backpack and dread filled him. He had left his backpack on top of the building he jumped from the day before and he couldn't let anyone find it. (it was a stupid assumption and he knew it, he knew no one would find out but his anxiety whispered sweet lies in his ears).
Peter jumped out of the small cocoon he made of himself and ran toward the elevator which led him to the first floor, not waiting for another second, Peter ran towards the door and walked out before mixing himself with the crowd in order not to be spotted if the other tried to find him. (The voice in his eyes kept saying they wouldn't and insulting him but his anxiety was stronger, creating multiple scenarios in his head that he didn't want to see happen).
It was fairly easy to get to the immense skyscraper he had left his bag on the day before and after taking a deep breath he went toward the side of the building and began climbing, making sure to stay hidden from any passerby view. When he finally got to the top of the building, he looked around trying to find his bag and when he found it, he released the breath he didn't know he had been holding in relief. At least, that was one less problem. Anxiously, he looked inside to make sure nothing had been taken from it and his shoulder slouched when he was sure no one had touched anything in it.
Picking it up and placing it on his back, Peter began to make his way back down the building, making sure not to fall no matter how much he wanted to. When he was finally close enough to the ground below, Peter jumped down in a crouched position before he started to sprint towards his Aunt May house. He had to get away from everything. His senses were all starting to go berserk and he was honestly starting to panic. He had to get away from all the noise and the light of the city.
It took a while but finally, he arrived at his destination and taking a deep breath, he opened the door and sat on the couch, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the soft material of the pillow.
The day was way too stressful for him. Patrol could wait for today. For the moment all he wanted was to sleep the tiredness away.