Princess Charlie Morningstar has decided to give away the most best therapy sessions with all the most beloved heroes and maybe even villains in her Hazbin hotel with the much appreciated help of Bruce Wayne aka the dark Knight known as Batman.
Summary: When Mcu Peter parker has a severed panic attack by none-other-than a triggered traumatic memory of his beloved late uncle ben's death..................... Tony Stark, May parker, his friends and girlfriend encourages him to go seek the help of none-other-than Princess charlie morningstar
LOCATION: **THE HAZBIN HOTEL/CHARLIE'S OFFICE**
The air inside the Hazbin Hotel was thick with the scent of old mahogany and ozone. In the center of the plush red velvet couch in Charlie's office sat Peter Parker. His knees were pulled tight to his chest. His hands shook violently, his fingers clawing at his own hair as the phantom echo of a gunshot rang through his mind.
Standing by the door, Tony Stark kept a tense, protective watch. May Parker leaned over the couch, gently rubbing her nephew's trembling back. In the corner, MJ and Ned stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their faces pale with worry. They had tried everything to ground him, but the memory of Uncle Ben's final moments had pulled Peter into an inescapable mental spiral.
Princess Charlie Morningstar sat across from them behind a heavy oak desk. The usual bright, colorful decorations of her office felt muted. Her posture was perfectly straight-a habit drilled into her by Batman's intense conditioning. She didn't offer a song. She didn't smile blindly. She looked at Peter with absolute, unwavering focus.
"Peter," Charlie said. Her voice was calm, low, and commanding. It cut right through the ringing in his ears. "Look at me. Not at the floor. Not at Tony. Look at me."
Peter slowly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot and filled with tears. "I... I can't stop it," he choked out, his voice cracking. "It's my fault. If I had just stopped that guy... if I hadn't been so selfish... Ben would be here. I built this whole Spider-Man thing on a lie to pretend I'm a hero, but I'm just a kid who let his uncle die."
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May winced, her heart breaking. Tony stepped forward, about to intervene, but Charlie raised a single, authoritative hand. Tony stopped, respecting the boundary she set.
"Peter, that is the trauma talking, and it is lying to you," Charlie said directly, leaning forward. "You are using Spider-Man as a punishment, not just a responsibility. You carry Ben's death like a sentence you have to serve forever. But saving the world won't bring him back, and hurting yourself won't erase that night."
"You don't understand," Peter sobbed, his superpowers making the couch creak under his sudden, tense grip. "The guilt... it's the only thing that keeps me going. If I let go of the pain, I feel like I'm letting go of him."
"That is exactly what Batman taught me about the mask," Charlie replied, her expression softening into fierce empathy. "Guilt is a false motivator. It burns you out until there is nothing left but a shell. Look around this room, Peter. Look at May. Look at Tony, MJ, and Ned. They aren't here because they need Spider-Man. They are here because they love Peter Parker. And right now, Peter Parker is drowning."
