Peter's POV

I don't what caused it, but I woke up screaming in pain. My spidey senses were blaring, sending a deafening alarm through my skull. Aero suddenly woke up and was at my side by a second.

"Peter?! Peter are you okay?!"

"I-"

I couldn't say anything. I felt her hand on my cheek, lifting my head up. I thought I was going to meet her beautiful eyes, but the one I was was not her.

Mysterio.

"I told you. You'll never anything else than a scared little kid in a suit."

I screamed and suddenly I woke up. Panting, I put my hand on my chest, feeling my crazy heartbeat. Everything was fine. My spider-sense wasn't acting.

Everything. 

Was fine.

What was happening? I got up and ran to the bathroom. I splashed my face with water, then put my hand on the counter, putting on most of my weight as I slowly looked into the mirror.

I was scared to see something, but there was only me. I tried to stop my shaking hands, but I couldn't help it. Mysterio was still on my mind, even after all this time.

"Peter?"

I screamed and jumped, raising a fist towards the sound.

"Hey! Hey! It's me! It's me! Don't hit me!" Screamed Aero. I let a sigh of relief, putting my hand down. "This is going too far Peter. You need to tell us what's going on. At least tell me!"

I pushed past her, my hands shaking profusely as I dragged them through my knotted hair.

"I- I can't."

"Why not?! This isn't healthy!"

"I just-"

My hands shook more every time she pressed. I was shaking so bad I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I just couldn't.

"-ter, you need to breath! Peter!"

I hadn't realized I had fallen to my knees until her voice registered in my ears. I looked up at her pleading, terrified eyes. It broke me to know I was causing this. This is why I tried to hide it, thinking it would keep her from the terrible truth, but I just made it worse by not telling her.

"He- he's in my head, Roe...," I whispered.

"Who, Pete? Who is?"

"Beck-"

At the mention of the man's name, I started shaking more. The images he showed me flashed through my head. Images of my family hurt; dead. I was broken. Quentin Beck broke me.

"Beck?"

"Mysterio," I said, pressing the heels of my shaking hands into my eyes. I felt arms around me and rested my head on my girlfriend's chest.

"We should talk about it in the morning."

"I need some air." I say, standing abruptly.

She tried to stop me, but I just ignored her calls. I could hear her frustrated screams, followed by our son's cries. She let out a defeated groan and went towards his room. I closed my eyes, feeling guilty, but shook it away. I ran down the hall and ran straight into T'Challa.

"I- I'm sorry," I say, trying to walk past him, but he grabs my wrist with a gentle, but firm grasp.

"You seemed troubled. What are you doing in the middle of the night out of bed?"

"I, uh..."

I couldn't form the words and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him I had a nightmare. He just nodded, not waiting for an answer.

"You do not need to tell me if you are not confortable telling me."

"Uh, thanks."

"Come, I will show you something."

I was baffled, but I followed him nonetheless.

"Where are we going?" I asked, mainly focusing on the noise my bare feet mad against the tile. I don't know why, but it calmed my shaking hands. 

"Just because it's night, doesn't mean Wakanda sleeps," he just said with a smirk.

"What?" I asked.

"You will see soon, young one," he said. We silently walked and soon enough we were outside in a part of Wakanda I've never seen. They're were musicians and people dancing, like they're was a party, yet everything was pretty peaceful. 

"Whoa...," I mumbled.

"Like it?"

I nodded absentmindedly, distracted by the beauty that surrounded. A little hand touched my leg and I looked down to see two little children. The first one talked in a language I didn't know, but did a signed for me to crouch down. And I did. The other one gave him a flower necklace and the little boy putted it around my neck. 

I smiled in a thanking way and they ran off, giggling.

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked after I stood.

"Because you need to relax. Go have fun. You are a teenager. You shouldn't be worrying all the time."

"How did you-"

"I would recognize a worried stance anywhere."

My phone started ringing in the pocket of my sweat pants. Funny...I don't remember picking it up.

It was Aero.

I closed my eyes and hung up, but texted her.

I'm with King T'Challa. I'll be back soon.

I then closed my phone and took a deep breath.

"Okay."

Tonight, I wouldn't worry about anything and would have some fun. That sounded good.

"Then let's go. There are plenty of things to do."

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I felt a weight lifted from my shoulders that night. That night I realized that no matter what Beck showed me or what he did to me, he couldn't break me. I wasn't broken. I was distracted. His voice distracted me from what was important in life.

Beck was stopping me from seeing my son grow up. He was stopping me from spending time with my sister. He was stopping me from spending my life with the girl that I love.

Not anymore.

That night made me enjoy life and I was going to try to live like that everyday. And I did. It's been about a week since T'Challa showed me what my life needed to be. Beck's voice has all but disappeared from my head and I plan on making it leave entirely.

"You've changed." Aero said as she layed in my bed.

We left Wakanda, much to Hunter's dismay, two days ago.

"Really? Like how?" I asked, changing my shirt.

In the living room of May and my apartment, she was softly singing Ben to sleep.

"You seem... happy," she said, smiling up at me.

"No matter how many times I saw it, her smile made my heart soar. 

"I am," I replied, blushing slightly.

"That makes me happy too," she said, getting up and kissing my cheek, "I should probably get going."

I nodded, putting my arms around her waist, "Want me to keep Ben tonight?"

"If you don't mind, please. Mj will probably keep me until late."

"Alright."

I kissed her, then she was out the door and saying her goodbyes to Ben and May.