"How'd you get this number?" Peter Parker

It just feels so real

⚠️Trigger warning for self harm and depression, (don't worry other than that in the beginning it's very fluffy)⚠️

When Peter woke up he noticed that he was alone in the hospital room. The light was dim and it was silent, other than the sound of the heart monitor. He breathed in and out slowly, there was nothing here to distract his mind, the walls were white as was the ceiling, the chairs and tables and bedsheets and pillows. His thoughts were wandering and he was back in that room. The hair was stale and cold and he could feel the cuts on his skin and the cool tingling sensation of the drugs in his veins. His eyes squeezed shut by themselves and his breathing quickened to a dangerous pace, the empty space in his mind was filled from edge to edge with the memories. Not just from his kidnapping but from birth to near death.

"Einstein let's have some fun"

"I'm sorry honey you're parents, they are dead"

"With great power—comes great responsibility"

"Get the fuck out of my house you worthless piece of shit"

Worthless
Disgrace
Ugly
Freak
Disgusting
Threat
Those words were playing on repeat in his head until he felt as though he would explode. When he opened his eyes the white of the floor was splattered with blood and so was the piece of glass he had clasped in his hand. The blood stained the white hospital gown and the cuts didn't even sting, that was the worst part that the cuts felt normal, reminded him of the room he had felt so accustomed to. So he closed his eyes and his thoughts ran again, this time when he opened his eyes he could barely keep them open. He couldn't get up, but he had to, so he fought the pain and walked to the bathroom that was connected to the room and grabbed a towel, he rinsed it and walked into the room. He began scrubbing the floor, he bandaged his arms and changed his gown. Soon enough when he got back into bed no one would ever know what happened.
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A few hours later Peter was woken up again, this time not by his thoughts but by Tony. He pushed himself to sit up but winced when he tried, the pain in his forearms was present where it wasn't before.

"Hey take it easy kiddo" Tony said helping Peter up. He sighed with relief when Tony didn't ask what was wrong, he didn't think he could lie.

"Yeah, s-sorry mr.stark" Peter stuttered.

"Hey it's ok, you have nothing to apologize for" he smiled at him, it was genuine but Peter didn't think it was. The thought that Tony maybe didn't like him surfaced for a moment to drag him back down into a darker place than the room he was trapped in. At least he could escape the room, this was a land he could never leave... his own mind.

"Earth to Bambi. Are you with me Underoos?" Tony asked shaking Peter lightly. "it's been about a week and a half you're ok to leave the room now if you want to"

A week and a half? So when did the incident happen?

"Uh yeah-yeah that should-yeah that s-should be fine" he said and started to get out of bed.

"Woah, slow down there cowboy. You're leg is still broken, you're healing is a little slower because you didn't get the right nutrition"

How did I get up then, or was it all a dream?

"S-sorry mr.Stark I-I'm sorry I'm-sorry-sorry"

"Hey are you ok kid, you seem kind of out of it?" Tony asked as he helped Peter into the wheel chair.

"Sorry I guess I just - maybe i just- slept too much?" He tried to fake smile and it pained him but he did it anyway.

"Well ok kiddo, just let me know if you need anything or if you don't feel right" Tony smiled back, he walked behind Peter and began to push. He began to push him towards his room.