I awoke to lint from the soft carpet scattered on my face. My mind is completely blank, what the hell happened?

That's when it all came flooding back to me, jumping out of my window, that Spider-Man guy catching me and bringing me back here, Tony locking me inside this strange room and having me on 'suicide watch.'

But that's when my memory went blank, did I seriously pass out? That's like, the third time this month and I haven't even gotten through the first semester of school.

School! I haven't been to school in weeks! What about all my friends? What about all my classes? H-have they even noticed that I'm gone?

Slowly I say myself up and leaned again the bed frame as a loud click filled the room and the door opened.

It was Natasha.

"Hey kiddo, I got you some food." She looked uncomfortable, understandable though, Tasha hates small talk.

"I'm not hungry." I reply, I'm starving really. I just want to be alone right now, not explaining myself to everyone. I know I'll have to soon enough, but not right now.

I think she seemed to get the message, so she sent me a small smile and said "I'll just leave this head then, for later." And without saying anymore, she left.

I listened closely for the locking of the door, hoping that maybe she would forget and leave it unlocked. She didn't, the loud click confirmed that.

My eyes found their way to the tray of food lying on the floor. It contained all my favourites, roasted tomatoes, hash browns, pork sausages and bacon. Oh my god that bacon looks so good.

Of course I immediately started shoving food into my mouth, enjoying every last bite. Its been a while since I've eaten anything apart from Tony's cooking and lets be real here, it sucks. No other way to describe his food other than it sucks.

So clearly this wasn't Tony's cooking, probably Bucky, damn Bucky made good bacon. Bucky only comes a few times a year, and he doesn't stay very long. Him and Tony don't seem to get along very well, never told me why though.

*_*

"Hey Hela, I'm coming in okay?" Tony's voice jolted me awake from my restless nap.

The door scraped against the floorboards as he opened it and stepped inside. I eyed the set of keys poking out of his pants pocket.

"Hela"

"Yes?"

"So I've realised that its maybe hard for you to talk to me because you think that I don't understand you." He spoke grimly. Tony never spoke grimly. If someone speaks 'grimly' at his funeral he'd probably come back from hell and blast out their brains. Or he'd just continue sleeping peacefully in a wooden box.

"It's not-" I started but he cut me off.

"Just let me finish speaking Hela. I understand that you haven't really got to, uhm, be around more people your age. And I was thinking that it might be easier for you to talk and let out your feelings to someone who's closer to your age."

"What are you talking about Tony? I always talk with you, you know that."

"What i'm saying is that you should talk to people your age Hela." Tony sighed out the last words.

"Well maybe it would be a lot easier to do that if you let me out of here and so that i can go and socialise with more people. Oh! Perhaps i'll make a friend who isn't a 45 year old man who's obsessed with building flying suits." I added with a dumb grin plastered on my face.

Tony sighed and I heard the door creak open again as a familiar face came inside, looking lost and like he'd just been slapped in the face by a 5 year old and didn't no whether to laugh or slap him back.

"Hela you remember Peter right?" Tony gestured towards Peter.

"He helped with your recovery after the accident." Tony continued.

"Uh, yeah. Hi"

"Oh hello Hela!"

Man this kid seemed way too excited.

I dropped my gaze from his face back to Tony's. "What is he doing here?" Ouch that sounded a tad too harsh.

If it hurt Peter, he didn't show it.

"Peter's about your age, so you can try and talk to someone your age now." Tony said this with a proud smile on his face like he's just cured cancer.

My face fell. Was he actually being serious? When I meant socialising this really wasn't what I meant. I didn't mean being locked in a room with some dude I barely even know and start talking to him about my deep dark suicidal thoughts.

It's not like i could really say anything either with this Peter guy in the room though because that would just be extremely embarrassing. For both me and him.

Tony knocked his knees together a few times, a tight, awkward smile plastered across his face. "Well, kiddos, I will see you in a couple hours. Try not to kill each other please, Pete, your aunt May would kill me if i didn't send you back in one piece."

Tony walked over to where I was sitting on the floor and whispered into my ear "Remember Hela, control is the best key. Also just try and talk to him, I won't let him repeat anything said in this room to anyone else." (Get yo mind outta dah gutter people!)

He walked towards the door and gave Peter a slap on the back before leaving the room. I listened to his heavy boots on the marble until they were so soft that the silence between me and Peter was really noticeable.

He stood awkwardly against the plain white wall. There weren't any paintings on this wall so if it weren't for Peter standing there it really would feel like a jail cell.

He cleared his throat before awkwardly walking over to the carpet and sitting himself down. He leaned his back against the end of my bed frame, while I leant mine against the wall opposite him.

I let my eyes fall to the floor and they stayed there. C'mon Tony! Maybe a jail cell WOULD be better than this. It's not that I had anything against him, he just seemed to be one of those people you think you know so much about but they're really hiding everything from you.

"Why didn't you tell him?" I suddenly blurted out.

"What?" He looked surprised that i'd spoken.

"That day. Tony sent you down to watch me when I was in the med bay. I tried to run, you caught me and when Tony came back, you didn't tell him." I moved my gaze from the floor to his eyes.

"Yes, and your point is?"

"Why? Why didn't you tell him I tried to run?"

He huffed slightly before speaking. "I don't really know honestly, you looked awful, and I guess I felt bad for you. Also Mr. Stark can be really scary when he's mad and I was worried what he would say if I told him you tried to run for it." He ended with a small laugh.

God that was a cute laugh.

Wait..

No it wasn't.

I'm just- I banged my head last night thats all.

Nothing else... I was NOT catching feelings for Peter Parker. Never in a million years.