***TRIGGER WARNING***

Peter

I was throwing a ball at the wall and caught it once it bounced back to me. Then I repeated it over and over again. My mind was so full with thoughts that wasn't mine. Those thoughts wanted me to do terrible things and I was terrified I'd obey them more than I already have. It gets worse everyday and I don't know how to stop it. I can't talk to my family since they're always busy saving the world. I don't wanna be the guy who stopped the avengers from saving millions. It's just I don't know where I should turn. If I tell my friends they will start worry and it won't be the same when we hang out anymore. They'll start pity me and stop seeing me for me and will only see me as a broken soul. I don't want that, because I'm not broken. The voice in my head is. But I can't get rid of it. I can't turn back to me. Because all those negative thoughts and emotions is starting to become a part of who I am. I don't know how long I can wait until my family finally has time for me. But I don't wanna be a burden for them. Who am I kidding? They probably don't even care. I just think they are. But....but wouldn't they be here right now then. Wouldn't they have already told me that everything is gonna be okay. They haven't so far.

-Having fun with that wall son? a voice asked.

I turned around and saw Pops standing in his uniform on the other side of the room. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. I put up a smile and nodded. He seems to just have gotten out of a fight. He doesn't wanna hear my complaints, he wants to rest.

-We just got back. I was just wondering if you wanted any food in particular? Pops asked.

-I'm craving a little pizza right now, I said.

-Pizza it is then. Wanna tag along and pick it up?

-No it's fine.

-Is something wrong? Pops asked and walked over to me.

He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. I hated when he did this. It meant I had to lie to his face. But again, I didn't wanna be a burden.

-I'm just tired after school. That's all, I lied.

-You sure that's all?

I nodded and hoped he wouldn't ask more questions.

-Okay. Well I'm gonna go and order some food. Friday will tell you when it's here, pops said and left the room.

A few weeks later

I stood on top of a skyscraper. Tears were streaming down my face. It had gone to far. Dad and pops were working even more now. I tried to be there and help but both of them thought I should focus on school. So I studied hard to distract myself from all my bad thoughts. At first it was working. But soon enough the teachers ran out of school work to give me. So I tried to patrol and be Spider-Man every free second I had. My sleeping schedule became close to nothing and that's when my family forbid me to go out on patrol after 11 pm. This past week has been hell because I got absolutely nothing to distract myself from all my pain. So there I stood. Just simple old Peter, on a skyscraper and ready to jump. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw the street down below myself. What I didn't realize was when I was busy thinking my last thoughts in life the police and fireman had arrived. They were building up a big mattress to catch me. I shook my head and walked to the other side of the building and jumped. On this side I couldn't see any police cars or firemen. So this was just me and my last seconds in life. I still wore my web shooters in case I would change my mind after I jumped. So far that didn't happen. As I got closer to the ground I closed my eyes waiting for it all to end. But I never felt.myself hit the ground. Did I die that instantly? Slowly I opened my eyes and saw a big hand. I looked down and saw that I was just above the ground and there was a masked girl in blue, red and yellow clothing holding me up. The police and fireman arrived quickly and thanked the girl who apparently was called ms. Marvel. The firemen gave me a blanket and sat me down on a bench outside the skyscraper. They asked questions like who I was, why I did it and all that stuff. But I didn't really listened. Man I couldn't even succeed at killing myself.

-Where is my son!! I suddenly heard a panicked voice yell.

I looked up and saw my whole family arguing with the police and fireman. One of the officers walked up to me and asked if those were my parents. I nodded and my family started running towards me. They hugged me so tight I thought I might choke. Pops and a few of the others were crying of happiness that I was okay. Dad seemed really relieved to. But he managed to hold back his tears, all but one.

-C'mon son. Let's go home, pops said and put his arm around my shoulder.

I nodded and followed them towards the quinn jet. The ride home was silent and I felt all their eyes sending me pitiful looks. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid. Not only was it pops and dad but everyone else aswell.

-You hungry? Aunt Nat asked and sat down beside me.

I just shook my head at her. Honestly food is the last thing I could think about now.

-Wanna watch some Star Wars later? She smiled and I nodded slightly.

Aunt Nat always knew what to say. She never pushed me anything. Not even now. She just seemed to want me to feel better. Not that the others didn't. But Natasha has always been the one I talked with the most.

-Home sweet home, Clint said cheerfully glancing back at me.

I sent him a small smile. As the jet landed I sighed deeply and looked over at my dad and pops who seemed to be quietly arguing about something.

-Well you might not be hungry but I'm making special Natasha sandwiches. So there will be some in the fridge if you change your mind, Nat said and walked out with me.

-Um....Peter. could we....uh....could we talk? In private

I nodded and walked inside with my parents. We walked past the other avengers who were in the living room and the kitchen. Then we entered the elevator witch took us to dad's private lab. Dad told friday to not let anyone up here and not to disturb us. As he did I sat down on one of the couches. Both dad and pops sat down beside me. They looked at me worried and I didn't know if I was supposed to say something.

-Peter. Do you know how it feels when you're in your lab working on a random unimportant project and get a call from the police, saying that your son is about to jump? Dad asked a bit upset.

-I'm sorry, was all I could say.

-Why would you do something like this? You had us all worried, pops said.

-Well....You're always busy with saving the world. So when I began having trouble sleeping at night....I didn't tell you. I didn't think you'd had time for me. T-then the pain grew and I didn't know what to do. So I just shut my feelings inside myself....

-Until you couldn't take it anymore, pops finished as I was drowning in my own tears.

Both my dads hugged me and comforted me. I have never in my entire life felt so miserable. But at least I got my wish fulfilled. 'cause as I was sitting there crying my eyes out both my parents told me it was gonna be okay. That they were gonna make sure everything would be okay.

-Peter listened. You don't ever have to worry that we don't have time for you. Sure we may be busy at times. But whenever you need us just say it, pops said.

-It doesn't matter if we're fighting Thanos and his army. Whenever you need us just call. And we will come running, Dad said.

-I-I love you guys, I said and tried to dry away my tears.

-We love you to spidey, Dad said and both him and pops hugged me tighter.

A/N

Hi guys!

So I kinda like.doing one shots. I got the idea to do a one shot here with the three stark kids,(Morgan, Peter and harley) but then I couldn't stop. So I'm making another one shot story with just one shots with those three. It's not ready to be published yet. But keep an eye out for it.