TONY'S POV
"Dad, you c-couldv'e saved us." I held Peter in my arms. "Us?" I looked to my right, to find Steve crushed under a building, dead.
I looked back at Peter, the light going out in his eyes. "No, Pete, stay with me!" He was gone. "PETER!"
I screamed myself awake. I could feel my chest tightening, my hear rate rising, and my breath thinning. I was having an anxiety attack.
PETER'S POV
I woke up to the sound of screaming. "PETER! STEVE!" It was Dad.
"Dad, I'm right here! I'm right here!" I grabbed his arm, trying to calm him down. He was breathing uncontrollably. "Pops, what's happening?" He pushed me out of the way and ran to Dad. "Stay back Peter, let me handle this."
Pops had told me Dad had problems with anxiety, but I had never seen it before. It scared me.
"Tony, it was just another nightmare, okay? We are right here. You need to breath."
"I-it was s-so real. I-i can't p-protect y-you." He held onto Pops tight. He looked up at me, "I, I'm sorry, Peter."
I couldn't bare to watch this anymore. I ran out of the room.
sorry for the short chapter :((