Peter Parker, who is he? Most people in New York know him as Spider-Man. The web-slinging superhero who has saved Queens and a few areas nearby on numerous occasions.

Peter Parker, who to Aunt May is the happiest kid alive. He took his parents and uncle's deaths like a champ whatever that means.

Peter Parker, the kids at school know him as penis Parker, or puny Parker, or the new one pathetic Parker. Which is sort of an accurate representation of how he views himself.

That's right, Peter Parker. Perfect happy superhero, still bullied by the kids even though he has saved their lives. Made sure they're happy. None of that matters though, because Peter is the one who needs it the most.

(⚠️sort of triggering for negative thoughts⚠️)

So he ended up on his bathroom floor once again. Sobbing so hard he couldn't breathe. It hurt what they said, that he was useless and a child in a onesie compared to captain America of Iron man.

He had spent about an hour and twenty cryings until the tears were gone. I think I need help. He thought for the third time that week. But the internal conversation always ended with thinking superheroes don't ask for help they give help. Honestly, he couldn't be more wrong.

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Just this once he thought I'll call once. So he picked up his phone and dialed one of the self help numbers. He had them saved in case he needed them. The phone was put to his ear and he took a shaky breath in. Then the tears came back, what if they judge me, it all became too much and before he could change in mind the phone clicked and a man spoke.

"who is this, how do you have this number it's private"

"i-im sorry, in sorry I though any-anyone could call these" he sniffled and tries to contain his sobs, which didn't work. "i just needed help, I guess its fine though" just as he was about to hang up the man spoke again.

"hold on, did you think this was a self help number?"

"y-yeah I'm sorry"

"hey, it's ok. Look I might not be a professional but I've had my fair share of emotional distress. Do you want to keep talking now. You can save my number and call when you need me ok"

"su-re"

"go ahead, say what's on your mind"

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"i just feel so useless, and it hurts me on the inside." Peter paused,
"They call me weak when they have no idea the strength it takes to pretend I'm ok"

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"look, I don't know you but you seem like such a brave kid? Are you a kid? That sounded creepy, it's just you're voice and I know more kids struggle with this sort of thing now"

"yeah, I am a kid"

"well kid my name is Tony, you don't have to tell me your name, just know I'm only a phone call away if it becomes too much. I've been in an all too familiar place myself"

"my, my names Peter"

"its nice to meet you Peter"

A door slammed somewhere in Peters apartment which meant Mays home. "i have to go i'll probably call again soon"

"Ok good bye, and listen you are worth it"

The line clicked and peter gathered strength to get up. He washed his face and wet his hair so it looked like he got out of the shower. He could blame the steam for his puffy eyes.

"Hey Pete, I have Thai food!!" May called from the kitchen.

"Yay! I love Thai food thanks may" peter called back to her. When he decided he looked a little happy, enough to fool May he made his way towards the delicious food. And for once that week he actually ate.