As Peter stirred he smelt pancakes and suddenly the past night came back to him in an instant. He'd failed, Tony had found him before he could crash through the barrier between life and death. He closed his eyes and held his breath, he could be "ok" today, he'd pretended for so long that he's become sort of a professional. So good at pretending that people think he's genuinely happy, some even think he's too happy, but deep down he's nothing but a bruised and broken boy chained to the shadows.

He sucked in another breath and held it, got up out of the mountain of pillows and pinched his cheeks. He'd learnt this trick a while ago, when someone told him he looked too pale. The bright flush of red on his cheeks immediately made him seem so much happier for some reason. He left the room and walked towards the living room, he could hear them talking from down the hall.

"I'm worried though"
"He'll be fine it's part of the job"
"Like hell its part of the job, no one should go through that Sam. Show the kid a little compassion"
"Ok calm down Brucie bear, let's take a walk"
The two started to walk towards where Peter was standing. He shook himself and kept waking to make it seem as though he just got there. He was halfway down the hall when they turned the corner. It was Bruce, with Tony by his side, they were both laughing at something. Then Tony looked up and spotted Peter, his laugh turned into a look of worry and then back into a smile. But Peter knew it wasn't real, there was anxiety under that smile, he'd used it so much that it would be strange if he didn't notice it. Bruce however, seemed to notice that Peter noticed something, for he began to speak.

"Hey Pete, how are you feeling?" He tried to make it sound as though he meant in general, but they all knew he meant about what happened. Tony must have told him, why wouldn't he?

"Uh uhm good, how are you?" Peter scolded himself for stuttering, he hated himself and his inside self hated him too.

"Are you su-" Tony began.

"Come on Pete Bucky made pancakes and they're so good. Let's go get some" he beckoned Peter forwards and they walked back the way he and Tony had before. Tony trotted alone behind them, wanting to know the answers to his many questions at once. But if Bruce had cut him off there must have been a reason, he would have to talk to him later.

They turned through the door way on the right and ended up in the kitchen which was crowded and loud. People were yelling about wanting more pancakes, Someone would not stop asking, how another food could be better than pop tarts? When Peter wasn't paying attention Bruce took a moment to read him, for signs of distress. Maybe a panic attack or sensory overload, because he knew his past self would have had both if he walked into that room. He seemed calm, and anyone else would say he was, except Bruce could see the little things. Well trained and experienced eyes, found the small crescent moons his nails were cutting into his palm, the way his foot shook slightly and how he constantly bit the corner of his mouth. Bruce also noticed how his breathing would just stop, and start again. At first Bruce was scared he was sick or something was wrong with his lungs, then he realized it must be a coping mechanism. Everyone's are different after all, at least it wasn't self harm.

That was the thing though, Bruce saw the little things, and Tony saw the big things. So Peter had no way of hiding it from them, except they didn't expect Peter to be so good at pretending because when they got their pancakes Peter was the bubbly laughing kid they knew before. He was acting as though he hadn't tried to take his own life last night.

Just then Tony's phone rang... caller ID:/: May Parker...
"Uh excuse me for a moment please" Tony got up front he table and walked into the hallway. Hitting answer it ringed once more and then connected. On the other end he could heard crying, "oh my god May what's wrong are you ok?!"

"Pppeter, he left a note for me and I read it and it was all of our best memories and at the end it said good bye and i reread it and I think he killed himself Tony I think he's gone. Please he can't be gone I can't lose him too" she sobbed into the phone, breaking Tony's heart.

"May, May it's ok I found him and caught him before he finished. It's ok he's here now and he's going to be highly supervised, I can have a car go get you and you can stay here for a while if you need"

"Y-yeah thank you t-Tony oh my I just- I can't lose him"

"I know, I can't either" he sighed and leaned his head on the wall.

"Ok I'll go pack, thank you Tony" Tony told her the time and she hung up.

Tony stayed there for a few minutes, eyes closed, head against the wall before it clicked. He had left May a note, how many notes did he leave. Tony didn't return to breakfast, instead he went to places he though notes would be left starting with the gym. He was right, there lay two notes, one for Bucky and one for Steve. He went to Bruce's lab but didn't find one, so he went to the library and sure enough, there was a letter in the book Bruce was currently reading. He went to the dance studio and found Natasha's note under a pair of ballet shoes, Thor's was with the pop tarts in the cabinet. He told Jarvis to turn on the air and a letter flew out of the air vents. Sams was on his wings, Loki's was on top of draco's cage (Loki's pet snake), and apparently Rhodes had found his because he texted Tony.

Now the real question, does he give them the letters or does he lock them away? Maybe he could put them in Peters room and give him the chance. Who knows maybe he would speak his mind. So he decided to leave them in a box on Peters desk, partially hidden by folders so it didn't draw attention.

He made his way down to his lab and was met with DUMME who had a letter in his claw. Tony knew what it was and found the need to read it far greater than the need to put it away.

Dear Tony,
Ever since the day we met I knew you'd be important to me. I know I've never said it in life but you are like my father, and I love you like one. You've helped me through the toughest of times but this one is so tough there's nothing you could do. I know you are going to blame your self for this, but know that nothing that happens to me is your fault. Please don't blame yourself, I don't think I could rest peacefully knowing you hated yourself for this. Please take care of yourself, don't drink yourself away as a result of this. Make sure to get enough sleep and if you don't just know I have built a robot that will take you to bed when you have been awake for a certain amount of hours, it's hidden somewhere and once you're asleep it moved to another spot so you can't try to turn it off. Any way what I'm trying to say is that this may be tough but all roads come to an end and all lights die out eventually, I'm sorry ours had to end like this. It's all just too much I can't take it anymore.

Peter Parker-Stark
I love you dad