They made their way to their house, because of course Tony bought a whole house for them to stay in. This was for Peter after all. He deserved the best, everyone knew that. Well everyone except peter.

So he was sitting in his seat in the car, crushed by his bags. Promising he was ok even though the voices were too loud in and out and the lights were too bright in and out and the smells were too strong in and out
In and out
In and out

Just breathe, that's all he had to to, breathe. Stop himself from spiraling, and he'd be fine. There couldn't be that much farther to go right?

"Hey tony how much father do we have to go?" His breathing technique was starting to fail because his breathing was starting to stop.

"About an hour why kid?" Tony looked concerned.

"Oh -oh ok I Uh, I can-I Uh need please, can't don't know" his breathing was speeding up. Tony unbuckled right away and climbed across the tower of suitcases in the car, it was just him Peter pepper and happy in that car the others were in different cars.

"Peter breathe buddy" he maneuvered himself so that Peter was on his lap being cradled.

Peter pushed his head against the cool of the arc reactor. Hoping the steady thrum could take his mind off of the tornado of thoughts.

"Breathe bambino, listen to my voice. The trees are green, the water settles only rippling for the slight breeze, the sun is setting the sky is pink and purple and orange and yellow. The mountain in the background is y'all and beautiful, it smells fresh and green..." Tony continued describing what he saw through the glass. He continued this until they pulled up onto the driveway of the mansion he bought. The weight on his chest was a steady pressure, the breaths from the kid were even and deep. He was asleep, this kid needed real help, the pain he was in was astronomical. And Tony didn't know what to do so he simply held him close, shielding him from anymore pain.

They walked up the steps and Tony headed towards the master, he laid Peter down in his bed and pulled the covers over him. He took his shoes and socks off and left him to catch up on sleep.

He entered the living room where all the others were sitting.

"Where Pete?" Asked Nat.

"He's asleep, the kid is in pain he needs our help. Real help, but don't make it obvious." He dropped into the couch next to Stephen, he looked defeated.

"I could try talking to him" Bruce offered, he had had many past experiences probably similar to Peters. If he could stop him from going through what he did it would make a huge difference in the kids life. When Bruce went through it he was an adult, but for a young kid to go through this all was horrible. Bruce didn't want to begin to think about what was running through his mind.

There was no lie it wasn't going to be easy, but Bruce was willing to try like hell to help.