Peter woke up in an unfamiliar room. He wasn't afraid though, this had happened too many times to count. He just simple threw the covers off and stood up, his head felt heavy on his shoulders but he ignored it, for he had just seen the view from where ever he was. The balcony which was open and breezy gave him the perfect view of the mountains. He walked over and stepped out, the fresh air lighting his thoughts for a moment whole he stood there, taking it all in.

It was going great until he closed his eyes, all he wanted to do was take a deep relaxing breath, his breath however hitched in his throat as his memories clouded his head. As if on cue a dark cloud rolled over from behind the mountains, thunder struck and he sank to his knees. Nothing great ever lasted, it all came to a painful end eventually, and for Peter it usually came too soon.

When his parents died the great thing came in the form of his aunt and uncle.

But then his uncle died, which left him with his aunt which was great for the time being until she changed. Peter kind of saw it coming, he'd seen so many shows about people losing loved ones and going insane.

He just never thought it would happen to May. To him she seemed so down to earth, centered and sturdy. Stable.
Then the alcohol, and the drugs and the anger, she became unstable. Slowly at first, then it all switched up and she became violent, too fast. It all went by too fast.

Then Tony, Tony and the avengers. They took him in and helped him through rough times, it seemed like nothing could change what they had.
Until skip showed up, in his school then his home. Church and state. They were supposed to be separate, but Tony welcomed skip like he was a lost puppy. Peter couldn't even blame Tony though, when he was a kid he though that Skip was the best person ever, until the games became something that wasn't fun anymore, and the only person laughing was skip.

ha
ha
ha.

Tony pov~

The kid was in a place Tony knew all too well, his only problem was that he didn't even know how to get himself out of the hole he was buried in.
How was he supposed to help the kid?
He couldn't even move an inch, when his thoughts wrapped him up in chains and banished him to the dark edge of insanity. He was locked in his own brain, and when everything happened to him, it somehow brought him out. For a while... before pulling him down further than he'd even gone. Way before he'd met peter, about a month after the Obadiah insistent, he'd tried to end it.
His life.
Luckily Rhodey found him before it worked.
If the only solution he could find was to end his own life, how would he help the kid figure out his own solution. One that didn't involve a funeral, he didn't know if he could survive without the kid. His son.
He wanted to help though, wanted to help so...SO bad, but he couldn't, and the knowledge alone that he couldn't carry his kid through this almost killed him.
But he would live, he would live for his kid.

Bruce pov~

He could see himself in the kid, maybe that's why it was so hard to watch him fall to his knees and struggle for breath. To see the internal war he was constantly fighting, trying to save his life. Bruce knew the thoughts were rooted deep into his mind and knew that it would be so hard to get them out.

Cut out the weeds and the garden will flourish.

That's what he was told repeatedly, by many therapists. Non of then worked then, but now that he's clean he could understand their words. And maybe they had worked, maybe just subconsciously.
When he tried to end his life, he actually went through with it. The big guy, however, didn't agree and spat the bullet out. He saved Bruce's life, Bruce who though he was a small, weak, no good idiot.
It took him months of peace, months of pain to get better. He had found peace in his pain and tranquility in his torture. Now whenever the thoughts got to loud or the memories burst, he would step away from everything and simply exist. Sometimes the pain of existing can take away the pain of your past. It should never be more than a breakdown, let it all out and breathe. It will end, the pain will subside and you will be happy again.

Oh how he wished he could tell the kid that, that he could make the kid see the truth behind those words. Make him believe that those words were the truth and that he would get better.

But Bruce didn't know how.

Tony pov~

"I'm going to check on the kid" Bruce and him had been working in the small workshop until he house. Both in silence, their own pasts resurfacing.

"I'm coming with you" Bruce replied and they made there way up stairs. When they reached Peters room Tony took a deep breath. He opened the door slowly to expose just the bed, the vacant bed. Tony frantically pushed open the door and instantly spotted peter on the floor of the balcony curled up in a ball.

"Kid?" He asked, worried. The many times he had been found like that buy his aunt Peggy resurfaced.

Peter shot up, and yawned. His blood red eyes insisting that he had been crying were not noted and his rapid breathing was forgotten in the moment.

"S'ry tones, I saw the view and then I closed my eyes and I guess I fell. I'm tired, and hungry" at least he's hungry, Tony thought as he helped the kid up.

"Ok bambi, then let's get you some food, what would you like?" Tony asked peter as they left the room.

Bruce stuck behind, to notice the small things.

Like the scratches in the wood where Peter was laying. He made a mental note to check Peters fingers and make sure they weren't too cut up.
He led the room and didn't look back, it's reminded him of a day a few years ago, and he'd rather not visit that memory.

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Ahhh ok so sorry I haven't updated in a while so here's a longer one. I hope you enjoyed it and I live all for you guys have an amazing day/night/whatever and I'll see you guys int he next chapter bye lovely's 🖤