Peter Stark: Life After Civil War

Part 40

I thought he would be excited about becoming a big brother. This wasn't exactly planned, but he still should've been happy?

"Um...Friday where is Peter?" Pepper asks her

"Peter is on the roof"

"What? Is he alright?" Wanda asked nervously

"He was exhibiting symptoms of a panic attack moments ago. His heartbeat has become stable once again" Why would he be having a panic attack? If anything I should be the one freaking out

"Well that's not completely unexpected" Sam said sadly

"What do you mean Sam?" Bruce asks him gesturing him to continue

"I've worked with people who suffers from PSTD, I've been studying psychology my whole career. What Peter is going through makes sense. It's not uncommon with older siblings. He probably feels that you two will pay less attention to him once the new baby comes and it doesn't help that Peter was adopted. That baby will be your flesh and blood. You two need to go talk to him" He explained

I've never heard Sam say something so wise. I knew he was practically a therapist, but that is not I what expected.

"He's right. Peter needs to realize that he won't be forgotten"

I'm both Pepper and I immediately walked out of the room and to the elevator. She held my hand as the elevator slowly took us up.

"Maybe we should've talked to him first. I don't want him being upset. He is going to be a big brother, and I want him to be happy"

"He will be. It's just like Sam said, he probably doesn't feel like he will belong anymore" I knew Pepper was right, she always was

Once the elevator opens, I see Peter sitting on the edge of the helicopter pad. He is still dressed in his pajamas, and it's the end of December. He must be cold. Pepper stayed near the elevator not wanting to stand out in the cold for long.

"Petey?" I asked walking behind him

I could see his body shift, so he knew I was here.

"Yeah?" He asks and I could see his body starting to shiver

"Can we talk to you inside? Spiders don't thermoregulate, and I don't want you outside" It was fucking December, and I really didn't want to stay out here

"It's not so bad" He whispered

"Peter please come inside. Your mother is worried and she shouldn't be out in this weather, especially now" I begged him, ignoring the hoarseness in his voice, he was obviously crying

He finally stood up and held his arms to his chest. I tried to put my arm round his shoulder, but he flinched away from me and moved faster towards the elevator.

The elevator ride down was quiet and I hated watching the tears fall down his cheeks. Once we reached the penthouse we all walked in the living room and sat on the couch. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Pepper finally decided to speak.

"Can you look at me please?" I could see him still crying, but he looked at Pepper anyways

"I know you feel upset now, and I understand. But just because we are having another baby doesn't mean we will forget about you. You are still our son and our first born. We love you no matter what. A baby won't change that" She started to run her hand through his hair, which was always a quick way to calm him down

I felt terrible. Peter has always been my son and I never wanted him to feel like he wasn't loved. No kid would change how much we loved him.

"Kid, no matter how many kids we have, just because you are adopted, doesn't mean we will love the baby more. I don't want to hear anything about you being an orphan, or any of that shit. I know that's what you're thinking. We brought you into this family because we wanted you, and we still want you in it" He turned and looked at me, and I wiped the tears off his cheeks