I'm Finding My Way (Through The Dark) {On Temporary Hiatus)

Part 2 (Second Session)

Peter's P.O.V

The next Friday came all to soon. Once again, I walked into the office, wearing the glasses that have Karen, a sweatshirt, jeans, and another science pun t-shirt.

And I was late. Why? My train had been delayed, so I had to walk the whole way. The awkward part? I was the last person to arrive.

"Peter! Glad you could finally make it." Dr. Yinder said happily. Mr. Stark just said 'hi' in acknowledgement, looking like he didn't want to be here. Relatable. "Now, this time, how about, we get out the LEGO™." She suggested. Immediately, my eyes lit up. Mr. Stark seemed just a little more sad, almost nostalgic. "But you'll have to build something that's at the root of your emotional and mental state." She added. I huffed, and she took it all out.

For the next few minutes, I built quietly with Karen playing music in my ears that Mr. Stark and Dr. Yinder couldn't hear. In the end, I ended up with a replica of the park that I had been in when I was kidnapped. I had even added figurines that looked like Ned and I, and scientist figurines (for my parents) that sat on a bench (with phones in their hands).

"Tony? How about you go first." She said gently. Mr. Stark had a nostalgic look on his face. The kind of look you have when your thinking about someone you've lost. I would know, after all. I've lost a lot of people, and so has MJ and Ned.

"My... my son loved Star Wars. We were going to Disney Land, actually, when he went missing." He said. I looked at him with sympathy (there is a difference between sympathy and empathy- sympathy is where you metaphorically put yourself in their shoes, empathy is when you've been in their shoes).

"I'm sure he'd be proud of you." Dr. Yinder reassured. I nodded in agreement. Than she turned to me. I decided to pretend to not know what she was implying. "You next, Peter." She said. I sighed.

"My friend and I were playing at a park when we were 6... we wandered off." I said, and laughed bitterly at my past-self's stupidity. "I'm guessing you can figure out what happened from there." I said, still bitter at my past-self. Mr. Stark looked like he was either on the verge of a panic attack or drowning me in blankets and hot chocolate. And Dr. Yinder nodded sadly, grabbing a newspaper article from her clipboard, and holding it up.

It was the 'FOUND AFTER A YEAR: Peter Parker and Edward 'Ned' Leeds' newspaper clipping. I remembered that article. Dad had been surprisingly happy to see me return to the house. And than, true to all expectations, grounded me for the next year. And Mom, surprisingly, gave up an entire day of work and tried to make my dad un-ground me.

"No one knows what actually happened while you were kidnapped. Something you both have in common." She said sadly. I held back a flinch, memories of pain and suffering caused by sass and disobediance. Mr. Stark also seemed to have held back a flinch. "Except no one knows where you were accept you, and your best friend Ned." Dr. Yinder finished, just as sadly. I sighed.

"We were actually somehow in Croatia. We got an airplane when we reached Italy." I muttered sassily under my breath. They didn't hear me, thankfully, I was too quiet.

"So, now what?" Mr. Stark asked.

"This session is shorter than the last one, so you both may go." She said kindly. We nodded, grateful. Therapy was emotionally exhasting. I just wanted to go home, and flop onto my bed and scream at all of existence, especially school and a lot of criminals-

"*Peter, Dr. Connors is requesting to speak to you.*" Karen said hesitantly, yet gently. I stilled.

You have got to be kidding me.

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hope you like this, and sorry it's so short! : )