My Aunt is a Hero

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(In which Peter fights with May. Set after Infinity War, but no spoilers.)

(Disclaimer: language and a bit angsty, it gets better tho. I'm in that kind of mood right now. Enjoy 😘)

Peter's POV

"Just leave me alone." I muttered to May, shutting down her past five questions.

I stayed out past curfew, and on top of that I snapped at May.

I knew I was in the wrong, but being a typical teen at the moment, I wasn't willing to think about it too much. Or apologize.

May, being the patient adult that she is, merely sighed and told me we'd continue the conversation at a less ungodly hour. That made me feel like even more of a jerk.

But yet, I still didn't say sorry. I don't know what came over me that day. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or me dwelling on a few choice words Flash decided to torture me with last week.

Seriously, you're pathetic.

I bet you're messed up from being raised by such a wh*re.

No wonder your parents -

No. Don't think about that one. Don't.

As my grip on the blankets covering me tightened, hands getting clammy, breathing growing quicker, heartbeat spiking, I realized I was having a small anxiety attack. 

No wonder your parents left you.

As his mocking words echoed in the dark chambers of my mind, only to make their way to my aching heart, I thought it couldn't get any worse. Not until I changed the words around.

No wonder he left you.

Uncle Ben.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that the thoughts would go away if I could just shut out the world around me. With my heightened senses, it didn't work. I could still hear cars honking in the distance, Aunt May's steady breathing, a dog barking a few blocks away.

A creaking swing, footsteps of pedestrians, an argument in the room below us. As sweat travelled down my temple, a few small whimpers escaped my throat, though in my state of mind they sounded like screams.

In this predicament, I knew that I needed help. But May was asleep, and Mr. Stark was probably busy. Mr. Stark...

I remembered this course he forced me to take the first time I had an anxiety attack after the Infinity War. A course by the local hospital about controlling your panic for kids that were traumatized by those events. "You need help, Pete, and you can't depend on May and me forever," he had said.

My brows furrowed as I recollected bits and pieces of information in my irrational state.

Breathe.

Concentrate on one item in the room.

Count your breaths on your finger.

I did all of these, and I calmed in record time. It only took five seconds when it usually takes five or six minutes. Guess that course did some good after all.

As for the noises, they softened up when I wasn't focused on them anymore.
And as for Ben, I still missed him a lot, but...

I'm getting better.

In the morning, I apologized profusely to May. But she only smiled and stopped me mid-sentence with a comforting hug. I sighed into her shoulder and hugged back, lightly wrapping my arms around her.

I chuckled. "You'd make a better hero than me, May."

She rolled her eyes and smirked as she replied, "I know."







A/N: yeahhh it's short. And  I didn't include much ironman. Oh whale. btw, #26 outta 200-something on heart-warming?? Whaaa-

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