Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Oop

"What do you say we do something tonight, eh?" Tony tried again, disliking the dull mood they kept returning to. His day was long enough earlier. "How about a movie night?"

Peter froze.

"Sounds good to me" Stephen agreed, looking to Peter.

Oh boy.

'They're not like that' he tried reminding himself, nodding passively as he shifted towards the tv, using the angle to hide his face better.

"I've got one Wanda asked me to watch because she wanted to animate some dolls the other day. She wasn't happy when I didn't know what she was talking about" Tony mentioned, hoping to get a chuckle.

"Oh, was that the toy story one?" Stephen asked absentmindedly, making a small portal to the kitchen.

'They're the ones who arrested her for that' he reminded himself, curling up into a ball.

"Yeah, with that talking piggy bank and everything" he clicked on the movie.

As it loaded, they continued "of course the pig is the one you remember".

As the first lines began, better could feel tears welding up. This was torture.

He glanced at Tony, who seemed childishly amused by the plastic car chase. Peter didn't deserve to ruin that.

So he sat silently. Reliving it.

He remembered how it started. Right here. As the slinky dog shield was attacked by the dinosaur, he remembered when she got the first bottle.

Once the Woody began his speech on the podium, he could recall, and almost feel when she broke the bottle on the walls.

Tears kept going down his face. He just curled up further, mouth covered by the sleeves he slung over his knees, which were pressed to his chest.

When the army men discovered the battleship, the cheering that ensued forced the screaming she'd done then to his vision.

He was in agony. Stephen's had brought popcorn in, and at one point, Tony turned the movie up to hear it better, even though it could be heard just fine from across the room. This did not help.

He was starting to get a headache now. It was happening again.

As he stood up and excused himself to the restroom, nearly invisible to the other two due to the darkness of the room, and distractiveness of the moving lights on the screen, he had to physically bite his lip to calm himself down.

He imagined if his powers gave him hyperalgesia or something. It sure as hell felt like it sometimes. He didn't think cuts hurt this much before he because all powerful.

From the crunching of popcorn, the audio of the torture machine, the sound of his footsteps. His heartbeat. His clothes sliding across his skin as he moved. The buzzing of the electricity as he entered the hallway. No closed door or muffled room would drown out that wretched audio.

Once he made it to the restroom (one he'd taken the liberty of finding outside of a bedroom), he slammed the door and sat down on the floor. His best guess was that he was experiencing Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, but he'd slept a lot lately. He didn't feel like he was exhorting himself though, not physically at least. It shouldn't matter that much.

Still, he was not well.

"Peter. Would you like me to turn on the reflective sound?" Friday's voice made him jump. He'd completely forgotten he was there, but that didn't make him any less grateful.

He nodded, leaning over the toilet bowl.

Science was amazing. The fact that she understood to turn on the glorious sound of sweet sweet silence due to a nod of the head was incredible. Tony Stark was truly a genius.

Those were the thoughts he kept himself occupied on as the contents of his stomach emptied out into the porcelain potty port.

He sat for a moment, dry heaving. This was the second time this had happened in the same bathroom.

He looked up tiredly, examining the vomit he'd just created.

It looked too red to be healthy.

Best not dwell on that, he decided. Maybe he had a super red and artificial ingredient in that sandwich?

Anything can be a reasonable explanation if you're stubborn enough.

"Peter, I've given you adequate to calm yourself. You seemed unhappy with the sudden protocol set off last time, so I gave you a two minute cooldown period. I will be activating the previous protocols now" her voice dipped in again.

He felt his skin run cold. How could he forget? That was his downfall last time, and he doubt Tony would listen to something as dumb as that a second time.

"No, Friday! Stop it!" He scrambled to his feet, tugging on the now locked door.

He thought maybe he could break the door down, but he learned that a tower built for superhero's just might be prepared for superhero's too. The best he could do was bend the metal slightly.

This wasn't good.

"Peter Parker identified. Confirm you would like to cancel the transaction?" She replied.

What.

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(:

I wasn't gonna end it there, but it sounded funny to me and it's past 2000 words, so maybe sometimes I make bad decisions.

This one kinda feels like a repeat from before, but ig this is how it really is and all that so I'm making it that way.

Anywhoosies, not too much to say today other than I hope you all have a wonderful day, or your next thanksgiving meal is gonna be so dry, it'll be like my comedy skills whenever I'm on the spot.

Love you all, and farewell my sexy students 💛💛💛

Yours truly, someone who is very dumb of ass