Hi! I'm so excited that I'm ACTUALLY sticking to the schedule I said I would! Yay new chapter! Enjoy this crap-tastic angsty chap that has is literally just filler that I wrote at 11:30 pm on a Saturday, so basically don't expect much. :/

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

Peter's P.O.V.

"Why do I have to lose everyone I love?"

"What do you mean, everyone?" Bruce asked, worry evident on his face.

"My parents died in a car crash when I was little," I cried. "My aunt May is all I have left."

"Oh, Peter..."

Right then, Mister Stark walked back in. He stopped, looking back and forth between Bruce and I. Bruce gave him a look, then got up to leave. Mister Stark immediately came to my side, and I leaned against him. Now I was full on sobbing into his shirt, and he was trying to comfort me.

"Shhhh, it's ok kid, its ok." Eventually, my crying slowed to a hiccup.

I sniffed a few times, trying to calm myself down.

"Mister Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." My voice was softer than a whisper, mainly due to the fact that I had just broken down in front of my idol, for the 3rd time this week. That's gotta be a new record.

"Don't mention it, kid." He awkwardly patted my back, and I sat up. "But maybe next time, don't completely soak my shirt!" He smiled. I chuckled lightly in response. "Now, can you tell me why you were so upset in the first place?" My expression dropped.

"Mister Banner wanted me to talk to him about my life, and I told him about Ben..." Tears sprung to my eyes again, and Mister Stark laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Pete, you know that wasn't your fault, right?" He questioned. I hesitate.

"But I could've-"

"It wasn't your fault. You did not kill Ben."

"But-"

"No, kid, you need to understand that even superheroes can't save everyone." Mister Stark stared at me with a fierce concentration. "You've saved so many people, Pete, and that is what counts. You can't save everyone, but you can try. And, kid, you're doing a good job."

"You think I'm a good superhero?" I whispered.

"Of course, Pete. It takes a real talent to be able to do what you do," Mister Stark paused for a moment. "And I'm not talking about your weird bug powers. I'm talking about your determination to do good."

"Wow... I never thought... thank you, Mister Stark!" I exclaim.

"Of course, kid. I'm just glad to see a smile back on your face," he stated, as he checked his phone. "Look at the time! Sorry bud, I have some work to do. I'll check in with you in a bit, alright?"

"Alright," I say, my face solemn. Mister Stark is busy, I know that, but I still wanted to hang out with him for awhile. He leaves, and I'm left alone in the kitchen. Sighing, I throw out my untouched pancakes and clean off my plate. I walk back up to my room, sitting on the bed.

"Ugh," I groan, bored out of my mind. I need to do something, anything. My Spiderman suit taunts me from the closet, begging me to go out as the web-slinging alter-ego. I close my eyes. Mister Stark didn't want me leaving. But if he doesn't know I left in the first place, then it isn't really breaking the rules, right?

It only takes me a split second to decide, and soon enough, I'm climbing out the window for the second time this week. I swing over the city, with no obvious destination.

A few hours later, I start heading back to Avengers Tower. I stopped a couple muggings, nothing big. That's when I hear the sirens.

I bet y'all hate me and I don't blame you lol

I'm actually the worst

Sorry if I miss a Saturday deadline but school is overwhelming me at the moment so I'm doing what I can with the time I have, speaking of which, I should probably do my homework...