WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, JEALOUSY, ALCOHOL MENTIONS, UNDERAGED DRINKING, BASICALLY MATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!! PROTECT YOURSELF PLEASE!

Yeah, so this is inspired by this video, but it is NOT an exact copy of it. I made my own story behind the song, but this was the main inspiration.

Feel free to watch it, it's really cool!

Song: Teen Idle by Marina & The Diamonds

ON WITH THE SONGFIC!

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I wanna be a bottle blonde,
I don't know why but I feel conned.
I wanna be an idle teen,
I wish I hadn't been so clean.

Peter had always looked up to the avengers, even before he became Spider-Man. He always hoped, dreamed, he could become one of them, but never thought he had a chance. When Spider-Man came along, though, a new hope had blossomed in him.

I wanna stay inside all day,
I want the world to go away,
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake,
I wanna be a real fake..

Soon, though, it became a slight obsession. He hated that he was scorned and the avengers were worshipped. Jealousy grew in his heart, and soon, he began to obsess over something he wasn't. His depression grew by the day, watching the News and seeing all these horrible things people said about him. He pushed himself, working to death to please everyone.

Then, the great Tony Stark noticed him.

Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been a teen, teen idle.
Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title,
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a Bible,
Feeling super, super, super! suicidal...
The wasted years, the wasted youth,
The pretty lies, the ugly truth.
And the day has come where I have died,
Only to find I've come alive...

Tony could spot an overworked man from a mile away. He frowned watching the news, seeing as Spider-Man was being scorned for everything he was doing. When he met the man under the mask however, it definitely was not what he was expecting. A young boy, someone who was still in school for gods sake! The bags under his eyes were so prominent, that they rivaled Tony's own.

He decided that this kid desperately needs help, and not just when it came to the crappy suit he made. He was gonna work himself to death if Tony didn't act fast.

Meanwhile, Peter felt his jealousy and sadness rising in him again.

I wanna be a virgin pure,
A 21st century whore.
I want back my virginity,
So I can feel infinity.

When Tony Freaking Stark arrived on his doorstep, Peter had no idea what to think. He seemed... sympathetic to Peter. And to be honest? Peter hated that. 'Why is he so worried, huh? He's on top, he's got everything he wants. Why does a kid like me matter so much to him?' Peter thought as Stark poked around his room.

Soon, however, they formed a relationship, a father-son kind of relationship. Peter liked it a lot, but he only knew it was a matter of time before things got worse. Peter wanted his happiness back, hoping to forget. So, he took a page out of Tony's book.

I wanna drink until I ache,
I wanna make a big mistake,
I want blood, guts and angel cake,
I'm gonna puke it anyway!

One night, things got really bad. Peter had gained an alcohol problem only a few days ago. He didn't know why he liked the stuff so much, it made him mopey and depressed, but it sure as hell was addictive.

He drank a little to much that night.

He hadn't taken his new medication to help with his depression.

He stumbled into the bathroom, tears pouring down his face. Flashback after flashback, all he saw was death and failure, all because of him. 'And I had the nerve to call myself a hero? What a waste of space...' he thought as his inner demons screamed for him to just end it already. Cutting, biting, scratching his arms, it didn't help.

'There's no other way.' He thought as he took out the chemicals.

Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been a teen, teen idle.
Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title,
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a Bible,
Feeling super, super, super! suicidal...
The wasted years, the wasted youth,
The pretty lies, the ugly truth.
And the day has come where I have died...
Only to find I've come alive,
Come alive....I've come alive

He had always been a nerd, so he found the ratio to kill him. A bottle and a half of bleach, two shots of rat poison, a glass of alcohol, and to top it all off, he had a gun with one bullet left. 'That'll be enough for my healing...' he thought as he stared with the glass of alcohol. Little did he know, Stark had been watching him closely ever since the alcohol problem began.

His house was bugged.

And Stark, knowing full well of Peters depression, rushed over after hearing Peter mutter, "That'll be enough to kill me..."

I wish I wasn't such a narcissist,
I wish I didn't really kiss,
The mirror when I'm on my own,
Oh, God, I'm gonna die alone!
Adolescence didn't make sense,
A little loss of innocence..
The ugly years of being a fool,
Ain't youth meant to be beautiful?

Peter kept going, nearly done with the bleach. He began to hate himself more, and others around him. "I don't understand! Why aren't I the same! Why am I so selfish, so unhappy?!" He screamed, tears pouring down his face. "Isn't this time of my life supposed to be the best?! WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!!!!!" He screamed and tore at his hair, stumbling to the rat poison.

Meanwhile, Stark rushed over to Peters apartment, his repulsers boosting him as much as possible. He blasted in the doorway at the same time Peter pointed the gun at his head.

Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been a teen, teen idle.
Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title,
Instead of being sixteen and burning up a Bible,
Feeling super, super, super! suicidal...
The wasted years, the wasted youth,
The pretty lies, the ugly truth,
And the day has come where I have died,
Only to find I've come alive,
Only to find I've come alive,
Only to find I've come alive,
Come alive...

Peter froze at the door smashing open, but thought, 'I can't get distracted. I need to end it NOW!' But just as his hand touched the trigger, the gun was ripped away from him, and he was pulled into a hug. He was pressed tightly against the chest of the Ironman armor, Tony not allowing him to pull away or do anything at all really. Tony ran his hands through his hair, whispering, "Hey hey, shh... it's alright, just let it out..." His sobs echoed in Tony's heart, making his eyes water.

Soon though, Peter began to cough up blood. Tony's eyes widened. His healing was amazing, but this could become fatal if he doesn't get help right away. Not saying a word, in fear of breaking down into tears, Tony picked Peter up bridal style. At this point, Peter promptly passed out due to his body overworking itself to heal. Tony rushed to the medbay, calling for Bruce to help him and fix Peter.

Feeling super, super, super!
Feeling super, super, super!
Feeling super, super, super!
Come alive...

After a LONG two hours, Tony was finally allowed in. The chemicals were drained out of Peter's body, and it was a close call. Too close for comfort, in Tony's opinion. He sat down in a chair he pulled up next to Peters hospital bed. Bruce checked his blood and found that it was clear.

Peter looked pale in the white light, his eyes sunken. The excited, happy boy he saw only occasionally was fading quickly, he knew. He was going to get him back though, he swore it to himself.

Tony sighed, looking at his son. 'MY son. Since when did I have the authority to say that? The right?' He thought, his hand going through Peters curls. '... No time for that now. I need to keep an eye on him. When he wakes up, I need to be there immediately.'

He sighed again though. 'But for now, we wait.'

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CLIFFHANGER! Don't worry, there will be a part 2, and I already have a song in mind. I think for a girl typing this at midnight, this is pretty good.

Anyway, hope you liked it or got sad or idk man I need to sleep.

Until next time, Webheads

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