Chapter 10
“STOP! STOPPP!! NO!” My eyes shoot open, my breathing is rapid. My heart is pounding. Wet, hot tears spill from my eyes. I pull my knees under my chin and start to rock back and forth. I scream again, I run my hands through my hair. I hear someone pounding and yelling on the other side of the door. “NO, STOP!” “HELP!” I was still screaming because I was reliving my dream in my head and it didn’t stop.. Because of me. “AHhhhhhhh. FUCK!” My breathing is shorter and shorter. I fell off of the bed and landed of the floor with a loud ‘thud’. I look down at my sides, nothing. Then at my ankle, it’s facing the right way.
“KID! PETER! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Was that Tony? I couldn’t think straight. My heart was beating too fast, and my breathing to shallow, like my lungs were closed off. My vision started to go black at the edges. I let my head roll back and hit the floor. I fell limp against the cool wood floors.
Tony was furiously pounding on the door. “PETER!” He didn’t hear anymore screaming. Silence. His heart started to pound harder than he even thought possible. He was exhausted too, he hadn’t slept in four days. His head hurt, and he started to get dizzy from yelling. He started to fall back. Steve was opening up his door when he saw Tony start to lean too far back, he ran over just in time catch his lover.
“TONY!” He yelled as Tony’s eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Steve, he looked panicked, concerned, and scared all at once.
“What’s wrong Tony?!” Tony looked into Cap’s eyes and whispered
“Help. Peter.” Steve looked at the door, he laid Tony down on the floor at jumped up to the door. Locked.
“Peter, Peter open the door.” Cap yelled.
By now Bruce, Natasha, and Clint had gathered around. Thor never woke up for anything. Ever. Bruce was beside Tony, and Tony was swatting at him, saying that he was okay. Clint was next to Cap, yelling out.
Natasha was standing there, observing her surroundings, then she spoke, “JARVIS, open Peter’s door.” She said it calmly, and careful.
“I am sorry Miss. Romanoff, Master Peter instructed me to not let anyone in.”
“Open the door!” She yelled.
“I cannot open the door without Master Peter’s consent.” She huffed in frustration.
“Everyone move out of the way!” Cap yelled as he took a few steps back. Just before taking off he said “Sorry Tony.” Tony looked up in confusion.
Then Cap rammed into the door causing it to break and fall off its hinges. Everyone ran inside. Peter was limp next to his bed. It didn’t look like he was moving. They all dashed to his side, they looked down in pure horror. Peter laid there on the floor tangled up in his sheets, tears were sliding down his face, eyes wide and scarred. His chest was rising and falling fast, his mouth was open, it was like he was trying to scream but no sound was coming out. He started shaking. It was hard to look at, such a good kid thats going through so much pain.
Clint was closest to his head, he bent down at lifted Peter onto his lap. Cap ran a hand through his sweaty hair. Natasha was checking his eyes with a flashlight. Where did she get that from? I don’t want to know.
“He’s going into shock Bruce!”
“DON’T LET HIM!” He yelled. He started running out of the room, into the hallway, into Tony’s room, and into the bathroom. He started looking through the cabinet, he found it. A syringe and some strange clear liquid. He filled the syringe and ran back into Peter’s room. He plunged the end of the needle into Peter’s arm. Peter let out a sigh, then his eyes rolled back, and his eyelids slid over his eyes.
Everyone watched as Peter started to breath normally again. “What happened to him Tony?” Cap asked.
“I don’t know. I heard the kid start screaming as I was walking to my room, so I ran over and tried to get in but couldn’t, the door was locked. I heard him screaming out for help, then I heard him fall and he went quiet.” Tony glanced back at Peter, then at the group in front of him.
“He has some serious problems, but he won’t let anyone help him.” Natasha said.
“We should let him sleep.” Bruce said.
They all started to walk away, Clint lifted Pete onto the bed again. Everyone stopped in their tracked when they heard something that sounded like pills roll in Peter’s pocket. Clint reached into the kids hoodie pocket and pulled out an orange bottle of pills. Clint looked up at Bruce, he tossed the bottle over to him. Bruce squinted at the little bottle, his mouth dropped open.
“What?! What is it?!” Clint asked.
“These are sleeping pills, extremely strong pills. If he took to many he could have died. He would have needed to take at least eleven though with his matabolism.”
“How many did he take!” Tony asked trying to conceal the panic in his voice.
“I don’t know.” The room fell silent. The room was tense and everyone was on edge.
They all left the room to let Peter sleep, in what they hoped was a peaceful one. Everyone gathered around the bar on the 28th floor. Tony started to pour himself a strong drink, whiskey. He downed it then poured another. He downed that too.
“Tony.” Cap said quietly. Cap wanted to come over and give Tony a hug, but then their secret would be out. That’s why they slept in separate rooms, sat away from each other at dinner, and left the tower separately, only to meet up and ‘fondue’ later. Tony didn’t want everyone to know, yet. But he did almost let it slip out a few times when he got drunk. Like now. There he goes what is that his fifth one. Tony looked at Cap. Silence filled the room, it was very uncomfortable.
Natasha thankfully broke that silence, “Tony can you get me and Bruce a glass of red wine?”
“Sure. Anyone else want something? No. Okay.” Later on everyone went to bed, it was now 2 in the morning.
Just a tired Steve and a piss-ass drunk Tony were left at the bar. Steve walked over to Tony, he was sitting on the couch, head rolled back onto the back of the cushion.
Steve sat on the end of the couch, “Tony, honey, wake up.” His only answer was a huff. “Come on Anthony.” Cap smiled as he saw Tony open one eye.
“Did you just call me Anthony, Mr.Hottie.” Cap chuckled.
“I knew that would work. Are you okay?” No answer. Cap re-positioned so he could pull Tony between his legs. Tony’s head laid back on Cap’s shoulder and mumbled something like ‘I love you’ before he fell asleep in Steve’s arms. Steve kissed Tony’s head, “I love you too.” Steve was really, really tired. He fell asleep with the love of his life in his arms. It was heavenly and peaceful.
Clint walked into the kitchen and went over to the fridge. Bruce was sitting in the living room reading a book. Natasha and Thor were talking at the table.
“Morning.”
“HELLO CLINT.” Thor boomed. “NATASHA WAS TELLING ME WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT WITH THE MAN OF SPIDERS.” Bruce looked up from his book, and walked over to the table. They both took seats at the table. They filled Thor in about Peter, and talked about a few other things. Then Clint’s stomach grumbled loudly.
He looked up guiltily, “Does anyone know where Steve is, I’m starving.”
Natasha made a slightly confused face, “Actually where is Tony too.” They sat there thinking.
“Well I was the last one to leave, Tony was passed out on the couch, and Steve said that he was going to go to bed a little later on.” Bruce said.
“Could Steve be in his room?” Natasha asked curiously.
“No, his door was open, and no one was there.” Bruce answered.
“ARE THEY STILL AT THE BAR?” Thor asked. They all nodded as to say ‘that could be a possibility.’ The group walked over to the elevator and went to floor 28. They rounded the corner and stopped dead in there tracks, mouths gaping open. They were just staring, except for Natasha.
She spoke first, “I knew they were gay.” She smirked, and looked at the others, who had yet to register the new information. They walked over to the front of the couch still staring.
Clint whispered, “How did they keep this from us?” Tony laid curled up on the outer side of the couch, Steve’s arms draped over him. Steve’s head was gently resting on Tony’s head, they looked so happy.
“Do you think we should wake them up?” Bruce asked. Everyone nodded in agreement. They all looked back at the now known couple. Natasha stepped up to the plate and cleared her throat loudly enough to wake them up.
Both Steve and Tony’s eyes shot open in unison. And in unison they had the same ‘OH SHIT’ face. They stumbled into a sitting position. Cap’s face was bright red, as was Tony’s.
“We can explain,” Cap shouted out.
“Actually, I can. Capsicle and I have been dating for a year behind your backs. Yes we’re gay. I’m actually surprised that you didn’t figure it out. I mean have you seen us together.” As Tony said this he laid his head on Steve’s shoulder, making the super soldier tense up.
“W-we, yeah. What Tony said.” Cap put his head down.
“I think you guys look good together,” Clint chimed in. “And I agree you two are like as straight as a circle.”
They all laughed, and the awkward tension evaporated. Once the laughter died down they all headed back to the kitchen for breakfast. Steve was turned towards the stove making pancakes. Tony took this as an opportunity. He smiled at the rest of the group and mouthed ‘watch this’ he then proceeded to take a running start towards his lover. He took a huge leap and landed on Cap’s back, he grabbed onto Cap’s back like a koala in a tree. Steve immediately turned red, again.
“So Tony you’re now genius-billionaire-philanthropist-and koala now?” Steve joked. Everyone erupted in laughter.
I woke up in gasping. It took me a minute to get my breathing under control, but I did eventually. I started to go over the events of last night in my head. My head, the back of it was throbbing, did I hit it on something. I remember taking the pills and going to bed, then I had the nightmare, and. ‘Aw shit.’ I had another panic attack in front of them. I’m so weak, and pathetic. These people are superheros and they’re babysitting me. Fun for them. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over the end, thinking. I had realized that they had found the pills, because they were not in my pocket anymore. I didn’t want to go out and have to confront them about that so I’m just going to stay in my room. I went over to the window and looked out over the city. I sun felt good on my skin, it was warm and soft. I thought about Spiderman, I missed going out and swinging through the city everyday. Ii missed jumping off of the highest place I could find, and just letting myself fall, and fall. Shooting a web at the last second and being pulled away from death. It was like I was playing a game, and teasing death itself. Well I guess death got annoyed and killed my Aunt. Except, it wasn’t deaths fault, it was mine. Do my powers even work anymore, I haven’t used them in a few months. I walked over to the nearby wall and placed my hand to it. Then my other, and my right foot, and my left. I moved my right hand up the wall more, pushing myself up with my left foot. I continued this and soon I was on the ceiling. I moved around, crawling on the ceiling. I decided to test myself. I pushed myself onto the tips of my fingers, then slowly let them fall down. I was crouching on the ceiling, hanging like I always used to do when I couldn’t go out, but needed to think.
My stomach growled at me, I just ignored it, I could eat later. I sat there on the ceiling for a while, looking at my camera roll. Tons of memories flooded my brain. There was pictures with me and Gwen, and some with Harry. I missed them even if they didn’t miss me. I stopped going to school when I got injured, and just never really went back. At least I didn’t have to deal with Flash then. I didn’t have to get punched, and taunted mercilessly. I really didn’t mind not having to deal with homework, or annoying teachers, who always yelled at me for sleeping in class. It’s not my fault that I stayed up all night saving New York from criminals and got maybe three hours of sleep. No, my bad let me listen to you talk about things that I will never need to use again in my life. Please, continue. I dropped down and walked over to my bookbag, I opened the zipper and reached in. It was my old Spidey-suit. It would have to do since my other one was ripped to shreds from the angry octupussy. The suit felt slightly comforting, like catching up with an old friend that you haven’t seen in a really long time. My old web shooters were just okay, they were my first prototype, but they work just fine. The suit was a little big, but then again I was probably a normal weight back then.