It wasn't easy for Peter Parker anymore.

Sure, there were millions of people who would disagree, who would say that the life of a superhero, even with its risks, is one worth having.

But Peter Parker would scoff at that.

Ever since Mysterio revealed his identity to the world, his whole life had done a one-eighty. Everyone knew who he was. He couldn't even go to the grocery store without being surrounded by hundreds of people.

But he didn't blame them. Now that Tony was gone, the world craved for another young hero to whom they could look up to. And with the Avengers being out of commission, Peter was forcibly thrust into the role.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that Peter was constantly putting his loved ones in danger by simply being near them. His friends and family had already gotten kidnapped thrice by now, and Peter didn't know whether he could save them constantly. He was afraid that a time might come when he wouldn't be enough to rescue them.

This was the reason why Peter didn't reveal his identity when he first got his powers, but now that this had happened, he had to figure out a way to live with it. He had to figure out a way to keep May, Ned and MJ safe, and this required his constant attention.

So the life of a superhero wasn't easy after all.

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Peter sat in AP Physics, his last class before school ended. Every second of this week had gotten on his nerves, with all the whispers, stares, pointing, pictures and awe driving him mad.

He still was the same person as before, but to them, he was now a god. Everyone wanted to talk to him or be seen with him. Peter had lost count of the amount of times girls had come up to him, greeted him, and ran away giggling when he replied with a tired 'hello'.

He still was the exact same Peter!

Right?

He found it hard to handle all this change at once. He wished he had Tony to help him adjust. He would have understood. Tony knew what it was like to face this world.

He knew that the first thing that Tony would have said is to not let them know that they got to you, to not show them that you're cracking under the pressure. You learn to walk around with a mask plastered to your face.

So when Flash started jeering at him, Peter tried to keep quite. He tried to ignore the times Flash would loudly complain about how some superheroes were overrated, and didn't really do anything, and said that all this stuff about emotional trauma was false.

So he tried to block it out it.

That's what he had done for the whole week.

The teacher hadn't come to class yet, and Peter could slowly feel his eyes drooping. He had stayed awake for the majority of the week, sacrificing sleep for stopping crime.

So Peter couldn't control it when he started feeling extremely sluggish. He rested his head against the desk as he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a shallow slumber.

But he shouldn't have.

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Everything was dark.

Peter wandered around the blank space as he tried to figure out where he was. Soon, he saw a little white light shining far away. He ran towards it, hoping to find a way to leave this place. But as he kept coming closer and closer to the light he noticed that something was off. When he finally reached it, it changed.

It turned red. Dark drops of blood oozed from the light, dripping onto the ground. Peter webbed up the object that seemed to emit that light, and it clattered to the ground. He could see it's silhouette as he neared it.

It was an Iron helmet. The light from its eyes slowly dimmed as walls started surrounding him, trapping him until he collided with something. Or someone.

Tony Stark's lifeless body stared at him as Quentin Beck's voice echoed through the space. "Maybe if you were better, Tony Stark would still be alive."

"You're the reason he's dead in the first place!"

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Peter woke up, gasping, as he collapsed onto the floor. His entire body was shivering as waves of emotion crashed through him. His heart shuddered as he clutched onto a bench, which bent like putty in his hands.

Peter tried to calm himself down as Karen beeped in distress through his earpiece. "Remember what boss made you do during your first panic attack Peter!" She urgently screamed into his ear.

But Peter couldn't control it. He fell into his deepest fear as his classmates watched him in morbid fascination. Suddenly, a quiet voice played in his head.

"Kid I need you to calm down, okay? See, my heart is beating slowly, isn't it? Just listen to it. Breathe kid, breathe. See? In, and out. Take deep breaths Underoos. Match my heart rate."

Karen played the recording of Tony helping Peter through his first panic attack as Peter slowly, finally, calmed down.

By then, everyone was staring at him. "Big deal. Like he was ever so traumatized that he had attacks." Flash snorted.

Remember what Mr. Stark would have done.

But he couldn't do it. He wasn't Mr. Stark. He never could be. He was Peter Parker, and he had just recovered from a panic attack. Besides, he was tired of Flash's bullshit.

"So, I did nothing, didn't I Flash? I did nothing to be traumatized?" Peter growled.

Flash, drawing courage from his gang of goons, made the worst mistake of his life. "Yeah." he smirked. "It's not like you ever fought anyone besides muggers and thieves. Anyone can do that." Flash said.

"Muggers and thieves?" Peter laughed incredulously. "Muggers and thieves?"

"Tell me, is the Vulture a mugger? Is the Green Goblin a thief? Is Dr. Octopus a home invader?" Peter sneered. "Tell me, Flash" he said with all the venom that had been building up in him. "Is Thanos a little pickpocket?"

"While you were busy pissing your pants at home, I was on a spaceship to Titan, fighting the very aliens that destroyed your neighborhood. I watched as Ebony Maw tortured someone. I watched as Thanos tried to kill my friends, my family!" He screamed, banging his fist against a table, splitting it in two.

Flash visibly gulped as he took a step back. "I fought Thanos twice. That's a hundred times more then you ever will. I was there as he collected the infinity stones. I saw my teammates get beaten to death! Do you know what it's like to see the one you love the most an inch away from dying? I was stuck on Titan, unable to do anything as he threw a moon at my dad. I couldn't do anything as he snapped his fingers, tearing my world apart. I watched as everyone vanished into dust. Do you know what it's like to die in the arms of one of the few people you love, to see their heart break like that? Do you know what it's like to beat yourself up for the rest of your life for not being able to do the very thing superheroes do and save the world?" Peter rambled on.

"Do you know what it's like to watch your father die right in front of you?"

"I was there when Thanos returned, I was there as my father sacrificed himself for the world. I watched him die! AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO TO SAVE HIM!"

"And then I had my identity ripped away from me by a person I trusted. I had the one thing that saved my loved ones taken away from me. Do you know how that feels? No. I've seen more than you ever will Flash, and the things I've seen are more than enough to give people nightmares and panic attacks for the rest of their life." Peter finished.

He didn't wait to see Flash's reaction. He didn't wait for anything. Instead, he slung his bag onto his shoulder and walked out of the school.

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Peter walked home, bone tired after his little rant. He ignored the stares yet again as he swung open the door of his apartment and walked in, finally blocking out the outside world. He bolted into his room and delicately pulled out a pair of glasses before collapsing onto his bed.

He set the glasses on his nightstand and stared at them for a long time. This is the only piece of Mr. Stark that I have left.

He let the memories rush back, overflowing his mind. He gripped his sheets in distress as silent tears glistened on his face, leaving red marks in their wake.

"I wish you were here Mr. Stark." He mumbled, staring at the glasses. "It hurts here." He told it, gesturing to where his heart was supposed to be.

He recollected every bit of all the dreams that plagued him till date. He just couldn't forget the screams, the horror, the agony.

"Come back." He whispered, shifting to clutch the glasses in his hands. They hummed in reply, activating on their own. It's lenses turned blue as they buzzed in Peter's hand, wanting him to wear them.

Confused, Peter gently pressed them against his eyes. A single line of light passed through them before a familiar voice filled his head.

"Hey Underoos. Did you miss me?"

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A/N: And the award for the most sappy oneshot goes toooo... sc_fangirl. Aaah. The pleasure of writing something angsty!

And guys, I wanted to say this... WTF?!! I've never had 20+ votes all at once?!! You guys are amazing!! I'm so happy!!

Since you guys seem to love Peter and Loki's relationship, I'll try to write another fic around them!!

And for a serious note... I don't know if you saw the spider man 3 plot leak, but if you did, I think you'll understand why I banged my head against the door for 10 minutes straight. On the bright side, I'm pretty sure it's fake.

Shoutout to sen_sational Rue171 . I sure hope I got the spelling right!

Also there's a Taylor Swift song hidden in here. Can you find it?

Goodbye!