Peters heart was racing, the pounding in his ears blocking out all other sounds. The only thing he could hear was the increasing panic. His chest was tight and he couldn't breath. Each little breath coming in small bursts. His eyes started to blur and he found himself clenching his hands so hard he could feel blood coming out of him palm.

"Hello class my name is Mr.Westcott. It's nice to meet you all, let's get started with the lesson." Peter froze, hearing the voice just brought him even further into panic.

"Yo, Peter you good man?" Ned asked tapping on Peters arm. Peter just looked at him with panic filled eyes. Ned didn't know, of course he wouldn't. Peter never told anyone but the police.
He wasn't going to make it through the class without having a panic attack.

Just as he was about to sprint out of the room the speakers chimed signaling a message. "Attention students, there has been a bomb threat to the building. Please exit the school at a speedy pace and get as far away as possible as we asses the situation" thank the gods, Peter knew it was horrible to thank any of the gods for possibly destroying the school but at least he could get away from him. The one who haunted his nightmares every night, plagued his dreams like a monster seeking flesh.

They ran, they didn't know the immediate threat but they ran anyway. When they got far enough away they spotted MJ, well Ned did at least. Peter was still running palms littered with crescent moons of blood. He turned into a dark ally way and collapsed on the floor, his head immediately went between his knees as he tried to breathe.

Ned and MJ came through the ally a little later and saw Peter.

"Oh my god Peter whats wrong" Ned asked concern dripping from his eyes.

"I-I c-c-can't b-breathe" Peter gasped out clutching his chest. "N-no p-please n-not again" he whispered over and over again.

"Move Ned" MJ pushes Ned out of the way and crouched down next to Peter. She put one hand on his back rubbing soothing circles and the other grabbed his hand, and placed it against her heart. "Come on Peter, try and match my breathing in-out, in-out" after an agonizing ten minutes Peters breathing became manageable and he sat with his head in his hands.

"Every one please report back to the school, the threat has been felt with. Thank you for your cooperation" the monotonous voice was heard from a speaker. The trio made their way slowly back to school, MJ had one hand on Peters back and Ned was constantly looking over to make sure he hadn't lost Peter again.

They got back into the building and grabbed their things, they were being dismissed. Peter walked quickly out of the room and into the hallway but couldn't get away quick enough to miss the quiet "Einstein" that was heard. He quickened his pace almost sprinting. He ran all the way to Stark towers, and rode the elevator up to the penthouse floors.

"Hey JARVIS is the team back yet?"

"Not Hey will be gone for about a month, and Peter might I add your heart rate is very rapid and you are showing signs of panic. Would you like me to contact mr Stark?"

"N-no I'll call him if it gets bad" Peter promised and walked to his room. He would just forget about today, he could do that. right?

He made it about thirty minutes before his mind wandered, replaying the events of his childhood over and over like a broken tape recorder. He was in the middle of a shower when it hit him. He fell
Against the wall and slid to the floor, cutting his arm on the broken piece of tile he never got fixed.
He jut lay there, on the floor of the shower whose water was getting progressively colder.

"Contacting mr Stark" JARVIS announced.

"N-no" Peter weakly said but he couldn't say it any
Louder the panic he was trying to bottle in was getting to be too much. He was gasping for air and it felt as though he was trapped, trapped in the moment that scarred him for life. He heard the words "come on Einstein were going to play a little game" he could feel the confusion and then the fear he felt then.
He sobbed and gasped until eventually he passed out, the cold water getting a little warmer thanks to JARVIS.

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"Nat, I understand your point but it just won't work" Bruce contradicted for the 12th time that hour. Tony rolled his eyes, these two could fight for years and never run out of arguments.

"Ok Bruce but if you did it this way-" Tony just tunes them out, for the fourth time, he did it when it started to get repetitive. He just wanted to go home with his kid and watch movies. To his surprise his phone buzzed, he thought it was Pepper whom he told not to contact him. He was however surprised to see that if was JARVIS. It was an incoming phone call.

"Excuse me" he got up and walked into the hallway. "Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Hello sir, I am calling to inform you that Peters heart rate and breathing show signs of panic and he is currently passed out on the floor of the shower. He seems to not be getting warmer, in fact he's constantly getting colder and since I don't have a physical form I can't help him." After Jarvis has said panic, Tony was in the suit flying back to the tower. Screw the month long conference, his kid needed him.

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Heh, I think most of you guys figured out who it was last chapter but for those who didn't, or still don't know the character is Steven Westcott (skip), a little background on this bitch ass hoe: he raped young Peter and scarred him for life. Legend has it he's still running from the Peter fan girls to this day.
Any way bye lovely's <3
Your daily reminder to be yourself, you are amazing in every way and your smile is beautiful. Your hair, your skin, your body, your personality, your intelligence, everything about you is beautiful and don't change to fit someone's standards. You deserve to be you!! love you all💕