Peter is hardly aware of the handling of his body as he fights to breath. His ability to hear anything around him had been stripped from him as a horrifically loud and painful ring fills his ears.

In front of Peter he watches as aunt May comes running Into his room. Her hair in a messy ponytail and in her pajamas. He look of fear and sorrow on her face as she hurriedly comes forward to hug her boy in the only comforting way a mother can while unable to help as the watch flashes its announcement of death. His own pain, hurt and confusion as to why the timer had gone off again wracking through Peter's body as he fully relives the experience. The ringing in his ears being filled with his own cries and the echoing sound of the alarm.

A few years older, Peter is on the bus with twenty some other students. The young teen curled with this shins on the seat in front of him as he tiredly holds his bag to his chest while looking out the window. Physically drained of energy from the incident the night before. His mind filled with anger and self pity as the alarm continues to echo.

The memory of screaming at Ben. Yelling at the older man about how he knew nothing. That he didn't understand. Peter's anger from the traumatic screeching alarms driving forward the angers teenagers tantrum before furiously slamming the door shut behind him as he walks out in his Uncle. Walking away from him for the last time. All because his uncle was trying to help Peter with the watch in the only away he really could.

Peter storming to his dorm after listening to the whispers from fellow students. The memory of the way they had looked at him in shock and pity as he remained stoic as the alarm interrupted their class session earlier that day. The embracement and anger flooding through arachnid

The night terrors

The anger over time eating him away as he continued to starve. He remembers how he thought he had shed all his tears, not giving a flying fuck about his soulmate. Hoping the other would experience as much pain as Peter.

The way the man who had killed his first love. His best friend, a beautiful young girl with so much ahead of her. So much talent and live for the world. His deeply rooted enemy had looked down at him in pity. The Green Goblin had truly felt sorry for his nemesis. There has been no greater offense Peter had ever experienced. No greater offense until his soulmate had stood in front of him like he had never done any wrong to Peter. Peter is forced to experience the break down he had after he had shut the bedroom to his door after meeting the Merc. The tears he thought he had no more to shed came spilling out. His mixture of relief, pain and so much anger being released.

Finally his brain shut down with the lack of oxygen. Struggling to remember and think how to further torture the teen in the attack as he slowly drowns.

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" Spider-Man." Director Nick Fury greets in a bland time as the young hero looks around the room that looks as exciting as the man's tone.

It takes him A while to figure out why he is here. Flinching when he recalls the incident with Tony.

Peter's attention falls back to the eyepatch wearing man when the man walks towards him.

They both look sideways when the desperate voice of a billionaire sounds outside the door seemingly talking to someone.

" I swear I didn't know he had that. When did he get that? He's not old enough to be a victim of that-" Tony says, his voice muffled by the wall and door though still clear for Peter's advanced hearing to pick up.

" Like almost ever other person in his line of work including yourself, Mr. Stark he has PTSD. It's been on his S.H.I.E.L.D. Record for well over two years. He's suffered with it for much longer. You clearly just discovered one of his triggers-"

Peter forces himself to stop listening. He didn't need to remind himself he had nightmares of other thematic events. He's just been going through a fairly good stage of coping after he had something to look forward to after the workday was done.

" We need to talk." Fury says drawing Peter's attention back to what was in front of him here and now.

Peter cringes In response.

" Now I'd think your well enough to walk with me a short while correct? Your mind set should be fairly stabilized by now." Fury says.

Peter nods as he pulls himself out of the hospital bed and pulling off the heart monitor that had been placed on his finger after removing his right glove.

Fury unplugs the monitor for Peter before too many alarming sounds from the machine could be made as the heartbeat was removed and recovered by the red glove. The arachnid is slightly unsteady on his legs at first but quickly recovers and follows Nick Fury who has already exited the room.

Their walk is quiet as Peter follows the man of higher authority to a empty room in the avengers tower that was more or less used for random interrogations or for hiding away for privacy. Peter regretfully watches the door shut behind him. The sound of a lock clicking before looking back at the serious man.

Yeah yeah. Some of this stuff seems newly shoved in here but it just hasn't really had a time to surface in other moments. I was supposed to give evidence of the night terrors but forgot to write the chapter earlier on in the story 😬