TW- panic attacks

"Okay, It's not working out.  I'm gonna need the suit back."

"For how long?"

"Forever"

"No, no, no.  Please. You don't understand.  Please, this is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit."

"If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it."

This wasn't happening.  Tony can't take away his suit, the one thing that made Peter special.  Becoming Spider-Man was the best thing that had ever happened to him.  Swinging through the air, feeling the cool breeze whipping against his face as he flew from skyscraper to skyscraper.  Saving innocent people, rescuing cats from trees, helping old ladies cross the street, being the friendly-neighborhood-spiderman that so many people trusted and relied on, Peter couldn't give that up. 

Tony was right though, without the suit, Peter was nothing.  Before Peter got his powers, he was just a useless loser that couldn't stop his parents from getting on that plane.  A stupid child that did nothing when his Uncle Ben was shot, he just sat there crying and holding his uncle as he bled out onto the cold and brutal streets of New York.  Hell, even with the suit Peter couldn't stop the bad guys by himself.  Tony was always there to clean up Peter's messes and save the day. 

God, no wonder why everybody left Peter, he was just some dumb teenager that could never do anything right.  Maybe Flash was right, maybe his parents and Uncle Ben wanted to die to finally be rid of Peter, once and for all.  Maybe his Aunt May and Ned wanted to leave him too.  Now even Tony, his hero and mentor, wants nothing to do with Peter. 

Peter collapsed to the ground, clawing at his throat and desperately gasping for air.  He couldn't breathe.  His world was spinning, he couldn't see clearly, and black spots began to fill his vision.  His chest felt like it was being crushed by a one hundred ton weight, and his heart was racing at an impossible speed.  He could faintly hear Tony saying something to him in the distance, but he sounded so far away.  He was probably yelling at Peter for being so weak or telling him how useless and unwanted he was.  Tony's harsh words kept replaying in Peter's head like a record. Each word stung even more than the last.

~Tony's POV~

Maybe I was too hard on the kid; after all, he was only trying to do the right thing.  He had almost had it too. He was so close to saving the ferry all by himself.  I know my words come out cold and harsh by the way Peter flinches at every one of them, but my anger comes from the fear and worry of losing him.  I know the risks that come with being a superhero all too well, and Peter is far too young even to have to think about taking those risks.  As Peter had reminded him earlier, he's only fifteen.  What had Tony been thinking recruiting him to fight against Steve and the others in Germany?  Peter has his whole life in front of him; he is incredibly smart for a kid his age and has a bright future.  But along came Tony, telling him to join the fight and ruining all chances of Peter having a normal life. 

~Back to regular POV~

Tony did what he thought was right.  Maybe taking away Peter's suit would help him realize that he didn't want to be a hero.  This was Tony's chance to fix his mistakes and help the kid have a normal life. 

All of those thoughts crumbled when Tony saw Peter hit the ground.  The curly haired teen lay there, shaking and crying.  His breaths became labored, and he began to claw at his throat.  The sight of Peter in this much distress broke his heart.  And to make it worse, it was all Tony's fault.

"Hey, Pete, you need to calm down."

"Take a deep breath kiddo."

"Kid, come on!  You're going to hyperventilate."

"PETER! I'm sorry, please just calm down!"

Tony's heart had completely shattered.  His words and actions had sent Peter, who he thought of as his own son, into a full blown panic attack.  Tony could make out the words Peter was muttering between gasps of air.

"Useless"

"Loser"

"Unwanted"

"Burden"

"Stupid"

"Nothing"

God, what had Tony done.  He had turned the happiest, goofiest, brightest kid into a sobbing, shaking mess of self-hatred.  The kid whose smile would light up any room he entered and whose laugh was as contagious and the flu who now thought he wasn't good enough.  All because of Tony's cruel words.  He had told the kid who thought the world of him that he was nothing.  God, he was so stupid.  He needed to fix this.

Tony crouched down next to the shaking teen, careful not to startle him, and gently grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Peter, I need you to listen to me.  I'm so sorry, and I swear I didn't mean any of that.  It's just that I don't know how to act with you.  I was so worried that you might get hurt and that it would be all my fault, ya know?  And I guess I did what I always do and turned my feelings into anger.  I thought that maybe if I took your suit away, you'd stop putting yourself in danger and I wouldn't grow as many gray hairs," Tony chuckled sadly.

Peter looked up at Tony with tears in his eyes.  Did Tony really mean what he said or was this some cruel trick he was playing to hurt him even more. Tony began to run circles on Peter's back with the palm of his hand to calm him down and comfort him.  Peter took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.  After what seemed like forever but in reality was only one or two minutes, Peter finally calmed down. 

"Mr. Stark, you can't take my suit," Peter said with tears still in his eyes.  "Like you said, I'm nothing without it.  I'm tired of being nothing. I want to be something more.  I'm sick of being worthless and stupid.  I have been my whole life, and this suit is the only thing that makes me worth something."

"Oh, Pete.  Nothing has been even further away from the truth.  You are a hero because you have a heart of gold, because you refuse to give up even when most people would, because you save people out of the kindness in your heart and never expect a reward for what you do.  Having superpowers or a fancy suit doesn't make you a hero, it's what's in your heart, it's why you fight, why you continue to put the suit on every day and risk your life for complete strangers.  Peter, you are the bravest hero I have ever met, even the Avengers can't compete with you.  Please, never think any less of yourself than what you truly are.  I love you, kiddo."

"I love you too, Mr. Stark.  But uh I should go home, May is probably freaking out."

I have no clue if this is any good.  I wrote this at 2 a.m. so it could be complete trash.  I'm working on three different stories right now, so hopefully, I can finish those soon now that school is over for me.  As always, thank you for reading, I love you all <3